- KAWAZU MAFIA CANNONS

[pudding !]

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


HEAD - KAWAZU IZANAMI, F/C: Fuyumine Naoto, DOGS

• taken by pudding
  

SECOND - KAWAZU KATSUO, F/C: Kanda Yuu, D.Gray Man

• Oldest child of the family, however was overlooked as his Father's replacement because his younger sister was thought to be a better leader and fighter. He kind of resents Izanami for that, however he loves her still, very much. He'll be considering how to kill her one moment and then admiring her and wishing for more. He is the second best fighter in the entire Mafia, and is exceptional with knives.
  
• taken !
  

THIRD - KAWAZU MAI, F/C: Chrome, Katekyo Hitman Reborn

• Has done gymnastics all of her life and through it has become one of the youngest physical combat fighters. Innocent, young, naive. Loves her big sister Izanami greatly, almost worships her. Has a dark, unstable side to her as well. When pissed off she will go off like a hurricane.
  
• TAKEN BY REA!
  

FOURTH – KAWAZU EIKO, F/C: Hazuki, Darker Than Black

• Eldest daughter. Second best to her sister in swordsmanship. Lesbian. Protective over her family. Rather moody. Likes vanilla perfume, icecream, flavoring. Vanilla anything.
  

FIFTH – KAWAZU SHUICHI, F/C: Hei, Darker Than Black

• Second eldest son. Fights using long lengths of almost invisible wire and a peculiar knife. Wears black most of the time. Close to his little sister Mai. Drinks a lot, sometimes forgets to shave and cut his hair.
  

SIXTH - KAWAZU SUSUMU, F/C: Hisagi Shuuhei, Bleach

• Third eldest son. In charge of drug dealings. Quite good at hand-to-hand combat. Tends to cheat on his girlfriends a lot. Has a harem. Popular, loved, lucky kind of guy.
  
• reserved by dan
  

SEVENTH – FUKUSHIMA KOHAKU, F/C: Date Masamune (Revaival verse doujinshi + misc) Sengoku Basara

• One of the few of the top ranking who aren't related by blood to the Kawazu family. Exceptional fighter. Lost his right eye in a fight with Izanami. Loves Izanami deeply. Has a tendency to daydream.
  
• reserved by nate
  

EIGHTH – FUKUSHIMA SHIGEO, F/C: Genma, Darker Than Black

• Kohaku's older brother. Best informant in the business. Likes younger girls. Is physically very strong, however quite lazy. Ladies-man and a big time flirt.
  

NINTH – KAWAZU SHIRO, F/C: Gareki, Karneval

• Youngest son. Rough. Rude. Ignorant. Likes to go off on his own a lot. Immature. However he has potential to be great. Respects Izanami, listens to orders that she gives him when she has time to pay attention. Resents that she can't always be paying him attention. Looks up to her like a mother figure.
  

IGARASHI KIOSHI, F/C: Yamamoto Takeshi, Katekyo Hitman Reborn

• Suspected love child of the former Head of the Mafia. Has a crush on Izanami purely for the fact that she hasn't fallen for him like all the other girls. Constantly fights with Fukashima Kohaku over her. Loves sweets. Talented in many areas.
  
• RESERVED FOR ITAMIKU
  

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why: why do you want this character?
rp example: give us an example of how you might roleplay this character.

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[→ KAWAZU KATSUO]

name: sliver
cannon: Kawazu Katsuo
why: well, i think i would do good with him. i also picked him because he's cool
rp example:

Katsuo sighed, his eyes showing how bored he was. He ruffled his dark blue hair, and stared at his once-sliver knife. It was now painted with blood. "Now what am I gonna do with you three?" he asked them, pulling out a cigar and lighting it. These men were part of the Kawazu's rival mafia, the Kyuzo Mafia.

Katsuo chewed on his cigar, a habit he had been unable to get rid of. Katsuo slowly walked up to one of them, a slight smile on his smooth features. In his mind, Katsuo has just decided that he would play around with the three Kawazu members, before killing them. Having his cigar in his mouth, Katsuo withdrew his gold-hilted knife and twirled it around his fingers with masterful skill.

"Ahm, now I will say this again. What should I do with you three?" he asked, his voice laced with hate. One of the men twitched at the sound of his hatred-filled voice, while the other two looked at him with defiance. Seeing the defiance in their eyes, Katsuo grabbed one of them by the neck. "WHAT SHALL I DO WITH YOU"?he repeated, bloodlust filling his eyes. The man made a choked reply before being slammed to the ground.

Katsuo pressed his foot against the man's throat, suffocating him. The man began to beg him, using his last breaths to talk "sense" into Katsuo. But with bloodlust now fully present in his eyes, Katsuo kept putting pressure until he heard the soft crack of the man's neck break. Katsuo ruffled his hair again, and smiled at the other two men. "Now who's next?" he asked. One of the men scrambled to his feet and began to run away from Katsuo. Katsuo shook his head and said to the man who was frozen with fear, "Now don't you go anywhere."

Katsuo then sprinted after the other man, bloodlust filling his eyes for a second time. Within twenty seconds exactly, Katsuo had caught up with the man. Katsuo then stopped and kissed his gold-hilted knife, before throwing it. The knife hit the man square in the back, the golden hilt prodding out of the man's back. The man asked Katsuo his name, his eyes becoming glassy with death. "I am...Kawazu Katsuo. The second strongest man in the Kawazu Family." Katsuo said, before bending down and pressing the knife deeper into his heart, killing him instantly. "Now for the other dude." Katsuo said, a smile covering his features.

[alfalfa !]

kaay, i approve. 'cept make sure you stay active or else you can't have him no more :c

[FUKUSHIMA KOHAKU]

name: N-N-NATE!
cannon:Fukushima Kohaku
why:because not only do i have extensive knowledge in day-dreaming but i am also a connoisseur of eyepatches. that and i have a resume...somewhere.
rp example:

He couldn't see it; with the solitary eye he possessed, he simply couldn't perceive as to why everyone in this family had such fire, such passion, such a drive for dominance. It almost seemed like they'd die before letting the Kyuzo family win against them. He guessed he could see the logic in that; he had no such intentions to die for the family. It's not that he wasn't loyal; he was in fact one of the most loyal men you'd ever have the honor of meeting. He simply had his loyalty placed in someone else, Kawazu Izanami, the leader of the family. Now that was a girl he would die for, in more ways than one. She was all he cared about and without her, he saw very little reason to remain with the Kawazu. Shiego of course couldn't possibly comprehend the source of Kohaku's feelings for Izanami; he viewed it as foolish and short-lived, the dreams of a plumber who would never get the princess, no matter how many cliffs he jumped.

Maybe he was right, who knows? If Kohaku was the pimply-nerd sitting in the front and she was the popular cheerleader, then he'd be content to simply watch and enjoy the view. It's what he was best at, you know? "Ko-chan! Yo Ko! You still with us, man? Earth to Ko!" The loud voices of his companions, those reptilian words that kicked over his train of thought like Godzilla, jolted him from his revelry. Looking up and around as if he was punch-drunk as a Mike Tyson with no arms, he focused his eyes on the three men around him, all drinking away.

"...Huh? Whassa' happenin'? You guys are way too loud even fo' a damn pub," Kohaku drawled in a typical Kansai dialect, shaking his head head akin to a wet-dog as he gazed at his surroundings. Whoa. Those buttocks weren't there before, right? What in the hell happened while he was gone off to la-la land, tap-dancing with the sheep? ".....What 'da shit?", he questioned as he watched the buxom woman in front of him gyrate her hips in his crotch, those revolving ass-cheeks reminded him of the world before dreamland. He was getting a lap-dance! Apparently, his friends saw it fitting to end a stressful work day with a random stranger shaking her hind-quarters in your face. While Kohaku liked back-meat just as much as the next penis-wielder, he didn't like it interrupting his day-dreams.

"Huh...well, she already done started, so I s'pose i'll let her finish." Leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling, he drifted off again to Day-ville, where he could once again be lost in his dreams.

[alfalfa !]

kgo you can take him.

[IGARASHI, KIOSHI]

name: Itamiku
cannon: Igarashi, Kioshi
why: Well... does bringing the character to life count as a reason? ^_^
rp example:

"Love? To tell the truth, I don't believe in such ridiculous fantasies." Kioshi whispered in a hushed voice. "I call it, a deep infatuation. Because when you wake up in the morning, you'll have forgotten about me and life will continue as normal." The lights flashed from reds to blues to yellows quickly, the music pounding in the background, a mosh pit of people in front of the pair, dancing, drinking, and screaming their lungs out. The damn fools would probably all have hangovers in the morning. There was only one thing one could get drunk off that didn't leave any negative side effects. The red-head stared back at him, her brown eyes twinkling in the lights, he could only guess his had the same effect. She was beautiful, and innocent, she seemed rather out of place in such a party and her embarrassed smile and light tinge around the cheeks made it clear that either she was as good as he was, or he still had it!

"But-" he smirked, "That doesn't mean we can't make the most of tonight." He said as he leaned in, pecking her cheek, lingering close to her, his lips brushing against her lightly. That was all it took for her to finish the deal, she leaned in closer to him. She, drunk with passion and a couple alcoholic beverages; he, reaping what he had sown.

"Come on," Kioshi nodded his head, sitting up on the couch, placing a hand on hers and gripping it. "Let's go, it's a bit too loud in here." Yes, it was true, it was loud... but at the same time, they could get somewhere more private, where they wouldn't be disturbed. She didn't say anything as they walked through the crowd; however her eyes showed a tinge of excitement. As he opened the door, cool night air slapped against his face as he stepped out of the emergency exit into the dark alley way.

Tch

The puff of air escaped his lips, his right hand raising to his forehead, flinging aside his bangs before circling down to rest on the hilt of the katana gracefully, the caress of a gentlemen in his fingertips as they lightly felt the leather hilt before loosely gripping it. It seems they weren’t alone. A group of older guy, in their twenties, stepped in their way, laughing, playing with weapons of their own. Nunchucks, Sai, hey, they even had a gun in their ranks. A .44 Magnum, 8 round, high power and cracks like thunder. He knew the model all too well as he eyed it. The silver gleam of the barrel in the light left a tension in the air that there wasn’t there before. The guy holding it laughed and walked forward.

“Look what we’ve got here, boys! A rat and a mouse!” The obvious leader of the motley crew spoke. And the description wasn’t far off. It seemed they wore multi-colored garbs that clashed and looked awkward with the other clothes they had on. Either colorblind or no sense of fashion at all. Kioshi’s jaw clenched for a moment before a malicious grin came to his face, his eyes lighting with an icy fire.

"Didn't mommy ever teach you to not talk to strangers?" Kioshi asked, his feral eyes trained on the group who cut him and his gal off. “You never know what psychos you run into in a place like this.”

Punks.

The one with the Magnum didn’t seem to take the words well. “You know, I could blow your brains out right now ass wipe!” He laughed in cackling reply which seemed to turn into a growl as he spoke, “So I’d watch my mouth is I was you!” Kioshi put his left hand out in front of the girl.

“Close your eyes.” He commanded softly to the woman. She obeyed without question and without a word, the seriousness carrying through the urgency of the command.

“Wha-? Are you da-” the leader started, his guard relaxing for a moment. That was all Kioshi needed. The leader's eyes widened and body fell backward to the ground, a loud bang ringing out through the air, Kioshi’s left arm raised his hand flexed back having activated a now visible mechanical thing on his wrist that had been hidden under his long shirt's sleeve. The barrel of the contraption smoldering, Kioshi’s eyes burning into the maggots that stood before him, still not comprehending what fate .

“Time to play!” He growled with a sickening smile as he charged forward, blood splattered the walls and the screams of his foes rang out through the night as the metal slashed through muscle and bone… To Kioshi there were two highs he got throughout his day. The high that came from women and the high that came from a life and death struggle.

Yet no matter the high, silence was always what followed…

[pudding !]

reserved <3

[sumusu KAWAZU]

name: danpanda

cannon: SIXTH - KAWAZU SUSUMU

why: unfortunately, Fuku was taken so I'm going for Susumu. I think that a character like Susumu is a great character to roleplay, and is exceptionally entertaining to write as a totally jerk hopping around from girl to girl whilst being a powerful drug dealer. also his character image is hot o.ob

rp example:

A burden was a bundle of regret that sat on the shoulders of everyman who as humans make mistakes. Men who lived life holding something dear to their hearts were damned to never live at all, because they had to fight for their lives to protect what they loved. Maybe they were valiant men, good men at heart but their foolish choices, as he felt, were no commemorable at all. Susumu sat at the edge of a king sized bed of his hotel room with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Not having completely woken up yet. He sat in almost complete darkness if light from the afternoon sun didn't streamed through the cracks in the curtains. On the bed behind him lay a model her torso covered by a thin blanket, legs sprawled, chest moving slowly up and down breathing deeply and quietly as she slept. Susumu had picked her and her friends up from some party some nights ago, late night party beautiful women, and men of his business. This was his life, and every moment he lived for and thoroughly enjoyed, even the darkest ones.

As he pondered about getting up and getting to work today light footsteps on the carpeted floor entering the room made him look up. "Good morning susu-kuun" three voices called in unison, pretty voices of beautiful women. Susumu's lips curled up into a smile as they crowded around him. "How did you sleep?" one said, another "look at Haruhi-chan, you wore her outlast night." and they all broke into a fit of giggles. "I slept just fine" Susumu said, wrapping his arms around the waist of the girls beside him. He felt warm, a feeling of comfort rested in his chest. "Susu-kuuun," the girl on his right pecked his cheek, and then blushed heavily. "I love you!" She exclaimed, and he stared at her thoughtfully. "No Susu! I love you more." the girl on his left cried and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest onto his shoulder. The girl before him hesitated, as though unsure if she could compete with the others.

"I know you love me." Susumu squeezed them next to him and they broke out in squeals. He loosened his grip then stood up, both girls let go and watched him walk to the window and pull the curtains back. Light flowed into the room and touched every corner, behind him the girls groaned and hid under the blanket covers. Susumu's squinted in the light and looked regardless of the blinding whiteness of the balcony outside as his eye's adjusted. "uhn..." He muttered, pulling the sliding door back and stepping outside. The minute he stepped outside cool wind touched his skin and sent chills through his half naked body. He crossed his arms over his chest and stepped to the rail looking down on the beach and sparkling waters.

This, was the life. If only all his days were like this but even he knew those girls expected more, and the two men walking along the shore line were his subordinates waiting to tell him about current events. Yes, his life could never be so easy, and he didn't want it to be. He loved the excitement closing a deal brought, taking out someone who had wronged the family, gunfights with cops. Sure there were repercussions but in the end if he was still alive and well it didn't hurt him much. He stepped back from the rail, the bottom of his feet warmed with each step on the heated stone beneath him. The summer suns rays touched his back, saying good bye as he pulled the sliding doors closed and stepped back into the bedroom.

The girls pressed on him to shower with them, and he let them pull him into the bath and shut the door behind him. When he stepped out towel around his waist, beads of water rolling down his skin he ran a hand through his wet hair and felt refreshed. "Susuuuuu." The girls called, stalking him barely covering themselves, as if it mattered that they be clothed. Sasumu's attention instead turned to the black suit and gray button-up that rested on the made bed, awaiting being worn. About the bed rested outfits for the girls, Sasumu never really went anywhere without a group following him and he also never knew their names. His partners changed daily and only vanished if he set his sights on one absolutely stunning girl and reappeared when he grew bored of her.

After getting dressed he walked to the elevator, smiling at the girls who chased him down the hallway squealed for him to wait. The golden carpet muffled his foot steps as he stepped in and was instantly surrounded, this time two six foot men in black pinstriped suits with a white button up and black ties. "Good morning, Susumu." They said in unison, not looking back to him and as the elevators doors closed the elevator became eerily quiet. Susumu stared at the gold metal doors, "Good morning, Kazuma... Katsu..." When the elevator reached the lobby, all passengers stepped out and yes beyond the clear doors he could see a black limo and a figure inside waiting- waiting for him.


(( WOOP o.op

[pudding !]

reserved~