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Character
Name: Madara Uchiha
Age: 30. Will tell you 25.
Sexuality: Is sexual.
Role in company: He owns it. And you. :o
PB: Ryo Nishikido



Background History: Being born as the first son, and primary heir to all his father's fortunes, it was no wonder Madara was never a happy kid growing up. From birth, he was groomed to be the golden child. His father worked in the sales and manufacturing of various common goods, many things falling under one large cooperate umbrella. Because of this, the things Madara were taught were marketing strategies, ways to keep employees working harder so they didn't complain when budgets were cut to make more money... it was a shrewd, underhanded sort of business that he was taught.

And he put it into play as soon as his father packed up and moved to California. His company had expanded, and it was always known that if you wanted to become that millionaire, you needed to move to America. Though this was in the middle of those awkward teenage years. At fourteen, Madara had been home schooled his entire life, and the only real person he had to talk and play with was his younger brother. Madara's father made the choice to send his son to a private school, with dormitories and all, to ensure he got the best education the United States had to offer. Or at least, the most expensive.

Because Madara was obviously of a different ethnicity, he was teased when he first arrived. Jokes about how he was feminine, jokes about how his family owed rice fields, and of course, because of his accent all of the jokes about the way he pronounced certain things.

But they never got to Madara. He spent most of his time in his dorm room, writing letters to his brother telling him how awful American schools were, and requesting immediate assistance in breaking out. While the school monitored all of the mail that went in and out, they unfortunately had nobody to translate his Japanese, so his gossipy letters made it out without issue. He was the outcast, anyway.

The longer he stayed at this school, the more things he began to realize about how backwards it all was. Now at 16, he had the days counted on his planner until graduation. Until he was finally free of this place. Though he was still ridiculed for being feminine and often called gay for it, those same boys would then in turn take extra long showers together. Was it a comfort thing because they were lonely for home? Or was it just because sexuality was blossoming, and there were no girls in this school? Even more odd, was that most of them had girlfriends from the neighboring girl's school. The more Madara witnessed it, the more he wanted to test it.

Obviously, since he was still the odd one out, never having corrected that from the middle school years, he'd have to do this anonymously. So he went for subtlety. Sort of.

Writing on the bathroom wall was of course highly frowned upon in a school as posh as this, but that's what assured it'd get the attention that Madara wanted. After stealing the cellphone of one of his teachers, he posted the number on the wall, along with the cliche he'd seen in so many movies before, "call for a good time."

The amount of calls he received was surprising as well as borderline disgusting. And since his voice was very distinct, he was recognized almost immediately. Though this time he wasn't teased. Though he'd never considered his sexuality before, and had never thought of being sexual with a man or a woman, when the prospect of money came into it, he started to consider his options. Since his father had always taught him that money was the whole point of living. He told himself he was above having outright sex for money, and it would be dangerous and stupid. So that really left him with one other option.

After giving head to a total stranger for the first time, he then wrote his brother the shortest letter yet. It said, simply, "I just became a whore. Don't tell Dad."

Obviously, it didn't take long for the phone line to get shut off, and the message erased from the wall of the bathroom. But by then enough damage had been done to where Madara had people knocking on his door at 4:00 AM with $300 cash for his little service. Suddenly his looks and his voice, and everything about him became appealing. Madara decided then that American men were not only disgusting, they were stupid. A whore on the street might only charge them $20. And they were throwing so much money at him to do something so simple.

Stupid, horny men with nothing better to do with their money. So Madara would take it. Of course he got offers for sex, but he'd refuse each time. And he had his own set of rules. If you pulled his hair, he was allowed to bite. You could cum inside his mouth, but he would not, under any condition swallow it. If you tried anything he didn't like, he made it quite clear he would scream "rape," and cause a big mess that didn't need to happen. His father's business teachings were finally paying off, but definitely not in the way he could have ever imagined. So much for the great education Madara was supposed to have received. Not only did he get money for his little service, but he'd managed to trick the better students into doing his reports for him. His last two years in school were probably the easiest he'd even been through.

When graduation finally came, Madara ended up right back home. Of course an awkward silence ensued between him and his younger brother, but Madara ignored it. He wouldn't have had the time to work on their relationship anyway, as he was immediately put to work in his father's company. Throughout his internship, he grew more and more disinterested in whatever the hell it was his father was trading, and yearned again for the easy money he'd made back in his dorms. He couldn't apply the same strategy here. These were all old men, and of course his father would find out.

So he took the route of danger, and went on the streets. In no time at all, he was spotted by a talent recruiter, and offered a two-year contract. Considering it was a regulated, relatively safe environment, he went with it. Assuming the alias of "Tobi," his porn career went on at nights. The only one aware of his constant sneaking out was his brother. Though Madara took care to be clean and home just before dawn where he'd crawl back into bed and sleep for a few hours before waking up again to go to his real job with his father. Although the strained relationship between himself and his brother took a toll on him, for the most part he tried to push it out of his mind. His brother had his own set of things to focus on, since he was still in school.

For the duration of his contract, Madara kept this plan up, until his internship ended and he was finally given full control of the company. To test his son's ability to sink or swim, Madara's father took a little vacation with mommy, leaving Izuna in charge of the home, and Madara in charge of the company. Since his contract had ended, his pornography career was seemingly over. With this new workload, there was no way he could manage the time without his father finding out. After two weeks of the world's most boring job, Madara'd had enough, and was just hours away from emailing his father an entire website with every one of his movies for purchase, but then, of course, tragedy had to strike.

While sailing on one of the company's prized trade ships, the ship had ventured a little too far into unprotected international waters, and when Madara saw the words "killed by pirates," he thought at first it had to be some kind of joke. For as educated as he was, he didn't think things like pirates still existed. Or that they'd gotten machine guns and heavy artillery, and robbed passing trade ships that came a little too close. Before he even had a chance to react or grieve his parent's death, he was surrounded by lawyers making him sign all sorts of forms. In his early 20's and with his own company and a $20 million inheritance, he did what anybody his age would have done.

He sold the company, took his money, and partied. It was his father's ideal that money was above all else that kept him from mourning the loss. And the alcohol. That helped, too.

Of course, he also renewed his contract with his previous company. But his newly acquired fortune and his growing popularity made him cocky, and it wasn't long before he back-talked the directors, made his co-workers cry, and generally raised the kind of hell that any prima dona would be proud of. And after his contact was forcibly terminated for poor conduct, he decided to hell with them, and for once in his life, realized that he needed to go with what he knew best. Business, and exploiting horny, desperate American men.

So after patching up with his brother and getting his first business partner, he started his own pornography company.

Personality, Likes & Dislikes: Madara is lacking in one of the most important human traits. Compassion. He is very much into how much money you can make for him, and if you're a single mother with eight kids and you show up late to work constantly because you've got to take the kids to day-care, and then check up on the one in the hospital? He's going to fire you. Don't show up late. This isn't to say he's entirely heartless, though it will take a lot to get to his heartstrings to tug them. At the moment, the only person who can get to Madara and make him actually shut up and listen is his brother.

He does have the potential to make long-lasting friends, and he doesn't have trust issues. The things that keep him from getting close to people are interest problems, and if you're not interesting enough to hold his attention, he'll lump you in with a large mass of people who he's friendly to, but doesn't give a damn about. Chances are if you don't like him the first time you meet him, you likely never will. He also has the tendency to be abrasive, and sometimes it's hard to tell if he's joking with you or not.

His seriousness at work is selective, and while sometimes he's the hardest, worst boss you've ever had, other times he's sitting on your desk and buying you a pizza for giving his ass a place to park. He's all about doing what is most fun for himself, and often leaves his poor brother to do the damage control. He loves promoting his company, and will like you if you like promoting it too. Anything that exploits others out of their money, he enjoys.

While he's technically not registered at the company as an actor, he is registered with the board of health regulations. So yes, he does testing with the actors, and he's fully qualified to get on set with them. And he does. Rarely, but he will. He enjoys the attention it brings him most of all, and is truthfully not even that passionate about sex. Though obviously, he does enjoy it. He likes it for the control and attention, but very rarely lets people ever touch him for too long.

He doesn't like lazy people, or people who stand in the way of what he wants. He's got mixed feelings on people who suck up to him. It all depends on how they're doing it, what they look like, etc etc. He does however like people who are quick-witted, snarky, and assholes. Anybody who can keep up with him in a game of insults is a winner.

A little known fact is that he's actually afraid of pirates. Captain Hook style. After the death of his parents, he had a series of nightmares that left him feeling uncomfortable around anything with an eyepatch and scurvy. He also prefers sour food over sweet, though he'll eat any food you put in front of him if it looks good enough. The skin on his inner thighs is actually very sensitive, so that's part of the reason why you're not allowed to give him lingering touches. He doesn't like how needy it can make him feel.

Sample Post:

First Person

Attention to all male employees.

We need to have a serious talk.

I am almost 97% sure the majority of you have touched your own penis. For various reasons. And I'm about 40% sure the majority of you would not piss on your mother's bathroom wall. Because she would hopefully beat you. So tell me why it is that there is a continual urine stream covering the walls of the men's bathroom in my company. The janitor's feel it is an unnecessary decor addition, and I would have to agree. While yes, that is amazing you can make a kitty face, unfortunately for sanitation purposes, piss kitty needs to go. Along with the smell.

So it leaves me to wonder why it's done. Boredom? Dirty hands? Showing off? Or are you all like animals, trying to mark your territory? Well, if that's the case, then I need to come have a piss on each and every one of you, since you're my employees, and I am the alpha male.

Would you like that? I didn't think so.

Next time you go to piss on my bathroom walls, remember that I will find you. And you will be marked.

And to the women, please reach over and give the nearest male a slap. All abuse reports on slaps given today will be ignored.

Have a nice day.

Third Person

Some ideas were just not meant to ever happen. While the idea might have been absolutely amazing and foolproof in your mind, the second you start actually putting action to idea, you start to realize what a fool you are. Though Madara was very stubbornly refusing to let this idea go. Because of the small fortune it could earn him. Endorsement deals were part of any entertainment business. Singers had them, movies had them, hell even celebrity dogs had them.

This was something big. A possible endorsement from a locally famous soft drink company that wanted to see their product used in a creative way by all the lovely porn stars at Feel Good, INC. Now, immediately, bad thoughts of shaken bottles getting de-capped inside someone's private place popped into mind, and were very quickly thrown out. With a shudder and a frown. No, he needed something epically huge. Something memorable. Something that might not make people want to buy soda, but definitely make them want to buy porn from him.

Wet T-Shirts? No. Done before over and over again by beer companies. He needed originality...

As he walked around the company, going from floor to floor, he was so lost in his thoughts that he almost walked directly into the pool. He was stopped only by an employee who was relaxing by the edge, and noticed that he seemed to be spaced out. That's when he realized it. They had an entire pool...

That could be emptied...

And filled with soda.

It was perfect, right? Totally foolproof. Genius. Memorable. Probably the best soda commercial to ever make you crave carbonation and tits. But now, now that the pool had been entirely emptied and the fizzy liquid was being rapidly pumped in, and just as rapidly bubbling over, suddenly this idea seemed to be way out of his control. That was, until a female employee in a bikini set to bet in the commercial slipped on the foam and fell on her ass, her rather large breasts bouncing hard enough for her bikini top to come off. Of course she just laughed it off with everybody else, but Madara marched right over. For a moment she seemed to be afraid of him, especially when he grabbed two hands full of soda foam and placed it perfectly over her chest.

"Sir...?" She had asked, as his eyes squinted and he stared at her chest intently, watching the foam to see how quickly the air made it vanish. Seemed to hold up well enough. And right before everything got awkward, he sat back, pointing at the other girls standing around in various colored bikinis.

"All of you lose your tops. Copy Miss Foamy here." This endorsement deal was sealed, definitely. There was nothing that sex couldn't sell.