Hayashi, Masaru Gender:
Traded in the tux for a temporarily orange jumpsuit, and his general Ďpiecesí for whatever knickknacks he can get his hands on behind the bars.Crime:
Charged for a failed attempt of murder upon a national citizen. The government has temporarily placed Masaru in prison while they deal with any foreign issues behind the crime as the nationality of citizenship he possessed for the USA came up as false after investigation was put behind it. Bio:
Masaruís upbringing wasnít anything normal. Some get caught up in crime syndicates, others are born into them. It is clear that Masaru isnít a citizen of the USA, though he does possess a fair knowledge of their language in comprehending it and speaking it alike; yet he doesnít seem to show much interest towards American culture. He is by far a proud Japanese citizen and even more so of the mafia syndicate he originated from as well. If one needed further clue and evidence too his upbringing, they would have to look no further than his body as it is vibrantly tattooed to affiliate with the dangerous gang he is a member of.
The Yakuza, fortunately Masaru didnít have to start off as a mere grunt for them. His family were already good friends and high up with the Don and thus was how quickly Masaru climb in their ranks. Instead of becoming a petty thug to work his way up, he was already being trained into being a professional killer, a modern day Japanese hitman, if one would like to shed better light upon his way of life. Of course anyone could be capable of murder, Masaru though was taught how to fight with and without a weapon, how to cover his tracks, and how to stealthily and professionally take out a target without leaving much clue of his origin behind it. There has been many targets of his, more so than what the crime he is charged with in America can account for, and one would have to spend time counting the many rings tattooed to his arms and legs to fully grasp the number of women and men alike that breathed their last amounts of breath within his company.
Of course, there is never any such thing as perfection either. The Yakuza have been meaning for some time to expand some of their business opportunities towards America and of course Masaru was tutored upon the English language, how to speak it and understand it; though he doesnít seem to be much of a talker himself. That is one of his flaws, after all, he is only human; that and probably lacking a good sense of conscience given the life he lives.
As for how he got caught? Why, again, there is no such thing as perfection. His target was an obstacle standing in the way of expansion, and unfortunately or rather luckily that man got away. It is amazing how some people can survive a fall from a two story window, perhaps the car below was proper cushioning; though the victim has been put through a coma as a result. There were a few witnesses, some that Masaru didnít account for and he didnít know how far the justice system would push as well in America to put someone behind bars. The evidence was shaky, but there were many questions being brought up and some left unanswered.
Though the Government is still unaware of the dangerous beast they are caging; but that is alright for Masaru, heíll just help along with the Ďcleanupí in their fine facility on his ívacationí time. Limits:
Limb Loss / Yaoi / Watersports/scat (not my ideas of good times.)
Death - Open. Itís like this, you try to kill mine, I think I have all the right for mine to try to kill yours. Donít whine if physics way better though in oneís favor, I wonít. I also wonít be a happy camper if you decide to walk up with a gun and Ďbamí your dead.