- KYUZO MAFIA CANNONS

[pudding !]

- both mafias go by a 'ranking' order. the top ten are listed below.


HEAD - KYUZO IZANAGI, F/C: Haine Rammsteiner, DOGS

• TAKEN BY ALFALFA.
  

SECOND – EDO GORO, F/C: Shugarl, Akuma Bengoshi

• Childhood best friend of Izanagi. Right hand man. Smokes too much. Sex addict. Loves orange haired girls. Uses a revolver.
  

THIRD – KYUZO HIROKI, F/C: Byakuran, Katekyo Hitman Reborn

• Izanagi's youngest brother. Highly skilled gunslinger. Deceptive, unstable, rowdy, rude, smiles a lot.
  
• RESERVED FOR NAT.
  

FOURTH – KYUZO KATASHI, F/C: Squalo, Katekyo Hitman Reborn

• Bastard child. Could have been the head of the Kyuzo had his mother not fucked around behind her husband's back. Resents his mother.
  

FIFTH – KYUZO RIMA, F/C: Yin, Darker Than Black

• Youngest daughter of the main Kyuzo branch. Is exceptionally talented at gathering information; from who's fucking who, to the latest deaths of both Mafia's sides. She's rather withdrawn. Was sexually abused for three years by her Uncle before Izanagi found out and completely destroyed him.
  
• taken !
  

SIXTH – KYUZO TAKUMI, F/C: Allen Walker, D.Gray Man

• Middle problem child of the family. Has too many bitches. Heartbreaker. Player. Drinks a lot. Parties too much. Isn't much of a fight, but charismatic enough to lead others.
  
• RESERVED FOR EQUID
  

SEVENTH – GUSHIKEN SHINJI, F/C: Lavi, D.Gray Man

• Troubled youth found on the streets Izanagi. Good fighter. Has potential. Is in love with Kyuzo Rima. Loves taffy.
  

EIGHTH – HORRI ETSUKO , F/C: Beast, Kuroshitsuji

• Was South East's best whore. She'll slit your throat while you're fucking her now, though. Is the main person who handles the prostitution industry.
  

NINTH – KYUZO HARUKA, F/C: Isane, Bleach

• In charge of all drug dealings. Shy. Lesbian. Very protective over her younger sister, Rima. Likes Horri Etsuko. Is a decent fighter.
  

TENTH – HAYATA NORI, F/C: Yogi, Karneval

• One of the more younger members to be in the top ranks of the Mafia. Is excellent with long range shooting and bazookas. Kind of unstable. Gets a little out of control sometimes. Crack addiction.
  

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name: your name that you go by online.
cannon: the cannon you're trying out for.
why: why do you want this character?
rp example: give us an example of how you might roleplay this character.

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[b]rp example:[/b]

[♥ KYUZO TAKUMI]

name: Equid.
cannon: Kyuzo Takumi.
why: Takumi is not among the sorts of characters I frequently play, but I find that refreshing: the opportunity to experiment with the unknown or unfamiliar and possibly improve one's self as a result. Incidentally, though it may most surely be a petty reason, Allen Walker is a face claim I have used previously and one I favor. To return to the practical, when any rankings are involved, I prefer to position myself either lowly or in the middle. Takumi, being ranked sixth amongst the top ten, fits me appropriately in this regard.
rp example:

A relentless rhythm of pulsating beats amidst a neon carnival of dazzling lights assaulted his ears and eyes in tandem, effectively seizing all other enclosing stimuli by the collective throat and suffocating them with all the lacking mercy a Kyuzo would offer his Kawazu cousin, dulling them, save only these: the now muted sensation of a pair of feminine hands plying a familiar trade upon his upper body, the supple fingers often lingering over the exposed portions of his collarbones; an intermingling of perspiration and second class perfume lavishly applied to the bodies of the girls surrounding him, the recognizable scent wafting upwards to his relaxed nostrils most readily from those aforementioned roaming hands; and finally, the waxy aftertaste of ruby and coral lipstick aged with substandard alcohol which clung rather stubbornly to his lips, subsisting in a manner vaguely reminiscent of the city's most deprived inhabitants.

Better to burst forth brilliantly into leaves and flowers than to die with little more than a whimper as your final send-off, he thought wryly, idly reaching all the while for the last bottle of spirits perched haphazardly upon the sullied corner tabletop before him, realizing all too late with a halfhearted shake that the container was vacant of any salvageable amount of booze. "I need another drink," Takumi announced absentmindedly, dispelling any notion of pursuing one of the less arduous paths available to him: namely, settling into the worn-out seat of his occupied bench, and then subsequently recovering whatever faint traces of alcohol he could from the painted lips of either of his nighttime companions.

Would have been fun, he thought wistfully as he began to steal free from his fleshy bonds, his chest subtly quivering in response to the sudden removal of their warmth. But I suppose there's always time for a few body shots after midnight. Grinning, the Kyuzo youth commenced his sluggish saunter towards the far off bar with all the practiced finesse available to a consummate alcoholic such as himself, the fingers of his right hand casually perusing his jacket pockets for the funding his plans required.

In the depths of night, there was all the time needed for one to bloom brilliantly.

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[alfalfa !]

allowed (:

[RIMA KYUZO]

name: MISSY,,
cannon: RIMA KYUZO,,
why: The face claim is, of course, one of my favorite's to use on other sites but I'm more drawn to the personality - usually I've roleplayed as characters who were loud and outgoing so I believe this character will be a nice change of pace.~
rp example:

The city is a dangerous place for a young girl stuck in her adolescent teenage years, especially if caught wandering through the empty streets alone. Shadows of strange figures fluttered across nameless buildings and abandoned warehouses - mist from the vigorous rainfall from earlier curling along the ground as if to lead unfamiliar victims astray. Puddles splashed and soft exhales of mist spilled from her parted mouth, sprinting with swift silence through the maze known as the alley's of the South West. Rumor had it there was a new addition to the Kawazu's and he could be found wandering these streets, indulging himself with a few guilty pleasures before heading back to headquarters. A perfect opportunity to investigate this novice's identity and share the news with the crew.

Suddenly, while lost in the train of thought, a low voice murmured from the shadows and a slender figure rose from the shadows to reveal himself. Lavender hues sprang to life once she saw him in open view and realized the smoking, lonely man was her target. Pressing her lithe figure against the cold hard brick wall she slowly began to move closer, crouching ever so closely to the ground. Slender, frail digits dove into the deep recesses of her pockets located at each ends of her violet skirt, slowly fishing out her cell phone from its recesses before flipping it open. Rima didn't utter a word or reveal any physical signs of satisfaction, there was still much to be done after all before she can consider this as an accomplished mission. Strands of white spilled from its perfect made bun, caressing her reddened cheek as her knees felt as if they were beginning to buckle - unable to balance her weight from such slender legs.

"Hold still . . .", with the crafty use of her fingers, the camera phone flickered and finally snapped - unexpectedly releasing a bright light that washed his concealed figure with light before fading to black. He gasped and quickly peeled himself off the wall, quickly darting his head back and forth as to find who was spying on him. Fine even teeth bit down upon her lower lip as Rima muffled her small curse, not even realizing cell phones could've flashed so brightly. In the past she completed missions by just the use of visual memory but lately, people needed photographic evidence - not the word of a young girl. Yet there wasn't time to stick around with shoulda, coulda, woulda's - it was time to leave. With alarming speed the small hiding figure of the white haired spy fled, running at a brisk pace into the darkness to only lose her trail in the vast maze of alleyways. Cold air whipped her violet skirt around violently, nipping the thin elastic fabric of her dark stockings as her legs strained to move faster.

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[alfalfa !]

go for it !

[rizzy]

name: Rizzy!
cannon: Edo Goro
why: ...He's not taken? Really? -blink- I'm not going blind...He seems like he'd be a blast to rp as. Though I'm a little torn between making him the level-headed badass or the one that laughs too much and doesn't acknowledge where the line is...hmmm. Anyway, I really wanna see him in action and what better way than to start him rolling myself?
rp example:

[/color][/b] and was interrupted by someone he didn't recognize. Someone not important enough to register in Edo's mind. Anger instantly rose in his throat, a cloud of beautiful smoke escaping through his mouth and nose. The idiot who had spoken wasn't intelligent enough to read the signs of his discontent.

"Why don't you just listen to what you're told?" It was a random guy from further in the bar. He said it with a smile, as if he had the room to bitch at Edo. Being a big man, he was probably used to people cowering under the sheer size of him. Man, was he barking up the wrong fucking tree.

"Heh." It only took him a quick second to decide what to do. He barely took a breath-only enough to enjoy that sweet nicotine-before ripping his prized possession out of his mouth and shoving it into the eye of his ungrateful companion. There was a moment of silence, in which Edo had already taken back his cigarette, and then the man was screaming. He held onto his new and permanent wound with one hand and swung at his attacker with the other. Edo ducked slightly, easily getting out of the way of the uncontrolled punch, pulling out his match of boxes in the process. Had to be ready when this was over, huh? He moved to grab the other man's wrist, but came up with empty air and a surprised look on his face. He hid it as best he could, but didn't think he completely succeeded. It irked him.

Matches held in one hand, cigarette forgotten where he'd dropped it in the confusion, he looked to see why his aim had been off. He was met with the other man being dumped on the ground, looking just plain lethargic. Of course. He was a drunk.

Edo wasn't particular about killing people, but it seemed a shame to spill blood all over bar. He didn't drink much, but the atmosphere was perfect for his personality. Not too loud, fights on occasion, and a way to people watch in comfort. He glanced at the person who'd asked him to put out the death on a stick he constantly had on him, the bartender. "You should know better by now..." It was an old argument, one Edo was tiring of quickly. The bartender certainly wasn't going to win this battle, Edo would see to that.

As if demonstrating his point, he picked up the thing this fight had been started over and put it to his mouth. Only to find it was useless to him, practically shredded. He just suddenly kicked the probably unconscious guy on the floor, getting that oh so pretty color of red on the floor after all.
"What a waste.." he muttered to himself, throwing the ruin onto the man's face.

He already had another one lit as he walked out the door.

(-kicks- This went better in ma head..)[/ul][/size]

[alfalfa !]

hmm... this works (:

[CHA]

name: CHA
cannon: Kyuzo Katashi
why: He seems to be the black sheep of the family, the guy who knows he doesn't belong but is there anyway because he's a bit too prideful and stubborn to just leave. There's a lot of flexibility with the character and how he would develop and I'd definitely enjoy that.
rp example: He tried not asking questions a long time ago.

It wasn't as if questions were there to be answered anymore. Every time a simple 'why' left his mouth, it was only met with mocking silence. And then where would he be? No where, just like how he started out, with nothing. He grew up through orders, straight forward phrases that taught him how to listen and follow just as quickly. He was, disgustingly, obedient all his life. At first, it was just the delusion that perhaps, if he was complacent enough, he would one day get his dues. Hell, karma seemed reasonable enough to believe in right? Wrong. Karma was shit. He had never truly wanted anything in his life, just a name for himself... a god damn name. In the end, he never got it. He was the bastard child and no matter who in the house decided to lie and convince themselves that he was a part of the family, he'd never believe it. He had a lie for a name, a name that comes from a man who isn't even related to him.

He never wanted the Head position. It wasn't as if he was truly ambitious enough to knock the guy off of his high horse nor did he have the energy to. He would have been satisfied being in his own rank, in his own position... if the price wasn't the fact that he came out of a not so secret tryst between that wretched woman and some guy. He hated knowing that his chances were degraded simply because of where he came from and if his mother would stop being horny for one down right second, all of this perhaps would change. Was he to be blamed for wishing things didn't turn out the way they did? But it was all too late for that, too fucking late.

BEEP BEEP

"Hey, sir, twenty five eighty nine." And all of this... came from buying groceries?

He looked down at his clenched hand in slight surprise before setting down the abused milk handle and digging into his pockets. Thinking too much was poisonous. Whoever invented the concept of a brain should have been shot; it only gets you in trouble. Muttering a reluctant apology to the cashier who was busy checking the bill for any signs of a discrepancy, he tried to ignore the impatient stares of the people behind him and the cashier's shifting, suspicious gaze. As if it took a whole ten minutes to inspect the bill, he shoved it in a compartment under the counter and bagged his supplies. Meanwhile, Katashi couldn't believe that even a grocer was against him. Snatching the bags from the other, he took his change and walked towards the exit.

There walked Kyuzo Katashi, tall, obliviously abrasive, no questions.
OTHER: It was never specified what his role in the family is and I'm wondering if he could potentially be a forger that occasionally does brute work if they need a hand or two?