OOC: Application

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 13:31:07 GMT

Name: Kakuzu
Age: 23
Sexuality: How much are you offering?
Role in company: Actor
PB: Shun Oguri

Background History:

Everyone knows that money makes the world go around. Without it, you can't run your car, buy food, do all those exciting things that makes life worth while. Have you ever tried to barter with a gas station attendant for the $40 in petrol with a goat? You would get laughed at promptly and then threaten to pay up or they were going to call the cops. Yep, money. What was better in the world? Nothing. It is the only thing in your life that was dependable, better than any person could be. Homeless and poor people wanted it, the rich couldn't get enough of it, you slaved your life away just so you could make that couple of bucks to see you through. Most people would but not Kakuzu.

In fact, he was rolling in it.

Unlike most of the world that couldn't afford the necessities of life, Kakuzu was born into a extremely well off family that comprised of himself and his father who was a high government official. His mother died at an early age so he never got to know her. Women were supposed to be the loving and nurturing side of a child's life that formed the closest bond with their infant. He got to bond with his nanny most of the time, rarely seeing his father except for the occasion "Hello son, how is the report card?" from time to time, never sticking around to hear the answer from him. Yeah, whatever. The guy was busy after all doing all those decision making stuff to make the country for the better. It only stung for a while when he was in his younger years, toughening up quick smart instead of going to the whiny side that most of the other kids in his school did. When you were that successful, children were only a hindrance that got in the way of the bigger picture and of course, there was nothing that a big, shiny, over expensive present couldn't fix.

There were other ways to get attention after all. When he hit Middle School, there was a group of 8th Graders that had designated themselves the heads of the school, trying to shake down the lower levels for money in some kind of preppy gang fashion. They failed miserably with their idle threats and shoving around, not to mention that all if would take was one small punch to the face to get them crying and handing over the wad of allowance their parents had given them. Kakuzu was not some avenger for the weak by a long shot, seeing it going on and ignoring it for better things to do. He watched them for a while to see how they operated however, seeing the amount of cash they were bringing in on a daily basis. $400, $500 easily. A lucrative business they had going on there. Although their tactics were completely pathetic, he believed he could do better at it, there was no need to concern himself with them until the day that they had picked him for their next target.

If only they had scouted their victims instead of going down the enrollment list one by one, then they would have worked out that Kakuzu was not going to be someone that was easily taken down. If there was one thing useful that his father had given him, that was sending him to martial arts lessons from a young age so he could protect himself from anyone that might try to kidnap him as leverage to get what they wanted out of someone that powerful. It was a good thing that they were so rich because after he was finished with them, plastic surgery was needed to correct some of the injuries he had given them. If bleeding all over the polished floors was not bad enough, to add insult to injury, Kakuzu gave them a taste of their own medicine by taking their wallets, leaving them broke and himself a grand richer.

There was not point to it at all, he wasn't trying to set an example that bullying was not the way to go as there would be someone stronger than you to take you out. He just wanted the cash.

This was the first and only time that his father paid attention to him. From there, every time he got himself into trouble, there would be a throw around of power to get him out of it, money tossed into the equation to make his problems go away. Many times over the upcoming years had he paid to keep him out of jail, doing things that would have ended him in juvi, mainly assault charges but Kakuzu was unimpressed. This was not some rich kid attempt to grab parental attention (okay, maybe it was a little) but if the punishment fit, then why not serve the time? Why would you want to waste all that money without real just cause?

High school hit and so did the rebellious teenage years in full swing, quickly labeled as the cool, bad boy type by his peers for not being one of those guys who smokes around the back of the campus in a wannabe cool fashion. No. Kakuzu just did it straight in front of the teachers. He had utter disrespect for all the rules that got him expelled three times in one year, two of the biggest causes were from fighting and shaking kids down for money. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't a bully in the sense that he would just beat the shit out of them and take the cash like those group of 8th Graders did. He had himself a well set up operation where it was more a protection front from those who would pick on the weak and nerdy. They paid him, anyone gave them a hard time and he would sort them out. He was a god send to them but teacher never saw it that way. There was nothing personal about it at all, it was just business.

Extortion began to play a large part of Kakuzu's life in so many ways, starting to take shape when he was fifteen. The time of puberty, you start that thing where you grew hair in funny places, your voice broke into a deeper, luring call for the opposite sex and you woke up with a boner in the morning after a wet dream. It was also the stage when dirty old men would love to watch the beautiful experience of moving to adulthood. Although they think they are higher than any other human being and at times, place themselves on the pedestal as high as God, the government held a lot of scandalous individuals, including one state senator that had taken a particular interest in Kakuzu introducing himself at a collective gathering of high and mighty people. The guy didn't even bother to take his time to lure him into his trap, making a move on him as soon as they met, leading him to his first sexual encounter. This did not stop there at all, continuing on for a couple of months. Kakuzu willingly went along with some of the most fucked up shit that this guy was into not because he was pressured into, but because he had a plan for dear old senator.

When would they ever learn that when you commit a crime, you could never get away with it? Everyone knows that a picture is worth a thousand words. Video footage too. If Bill Clinton was not going to get away with it then neither was this guy. Blackmail was absolutely delicious. People were willing to throw over shitloads of money just to make the problem stay silent, this one exactly the same after Kakuzu revealed his master plan of leaking the photos onto the Internet, send hard copies to the cops, FBI, every law enforcement official possible. He could do it too. He had access to all of their contact details. Needless to say, monthly incoming payments into a offshore bank account he set up was better than any pissy small high school chump change.

But sadly, all good things must come to an end. Not only did the good old senator get caught out by the authorities by someone else reporting him but it looked like corruption was kept within the family. Kakuzu was seventeen when his father was accused of taking bribes from companies in exchange for insider information. Never had he seen so many cops in a place at one time, going through all of their personal belongings in their attempt to cease evidence against his father to make the case. This was going to go downhill really quickly and while he should have stayed around to be supportive, well, the old man did nothing really standing out to keep him around so Kakuzu took off with the money that he had horded over the years.

School was never his forte so he didn't bother about returning to finish his senior year, moving around to escape press with all the stories circulating around his father and his disappearance. Bringing in the money was not as easy as shaking down kids. What were the options for him? Well he refused to move into gang activity since there would be a leader and a cut would have to be shared with them, doing their shit work for them. Kakuzu never got along well with other people, he was and always had been a loner. Knowing his luck if he was caught in that situation, he would have turned against them and had one pissed off left over gang members chasing his ass down after leaving most of them half dead. Getting a real job... ha. There was no chance that he was going to work himself into an early grave, fretting about job security for a minimum wage pay. That bank account was only going to be dipped into when weeks were hard, bringing it down to next to nothing real quick at that rate.

There was one thing that he could do...

People would pay ridiculous amounts for you to lay on your back for half an hour or to stick it in them, Kakuzu was never fussy on what was what. Apparently somewhere in there, he fit some kind of image that was wanted. What started off as high priced blow jobs moved onto being caught by a talent agent one day as a customer who offered him a wealthy sum to come and try his hand at some acting. Putting his face onto film for random perverts to see wasn't exactly a bright idea given who he was and that he had enough coverage after his disappearance but unfortunately, the mean green spoke to him louder than what his brain was telling him to. As much as he hated to stored savings for any reason, Kakuzu bit the bullet and went out the best way he could to protected his identity, purchasing illegal documentation, giving himself a new identity.

So his age might be bumped forth a couple of years to compensate for that year when he technically was illegal, his name is different from the one he was born with but who really uses their real name in this kind of situation. Porn is porn. No one cares who you are. Just as long as you can look good and sell, then all there was to worry about was the profit that was brought in by it.

Personality, Likes & Dislikes:

Money is one of the biggest controlling factors of Kakuzu's life and we are not talking petty cash. You know those movies where the bank robbers successfully get away with the cash and then toss it all over the bed and the room, flop down onto it and then roll around taking in that smell while laughing manically. Kakuzu would do that. Never has he ever had the real need to get money but there is something about it that is so appealing. Maybe it is because people will do crazy stuff to get it, they will willingly throw it at you if the problem is big enough. Something so simple yet so complex. It is the only thing that is really dependable in the world, people most certainly are not. He never really needed to depend upon anyone in his life except for the rare occasions when he did, it was money that came through for him and not people. In his own way, Kakuzu is still bitter. Whenever he wanted to get the attention of his father, it never came but he has his own way with dealing with it, mainly with immersing himself in other activities that will lead towards getting the trustworthy source of life.

That became the basis of Kakuzu's activities. Unless there was something to gain for himself, then he would not do it. Even the smallest of things are effected such as, if you are hungry and want something from McDonalds, then you would have to give him the money to buy the meal, the money to cover his fuel and plus some (it's $5 minimum even is the store is next door) and then a tip for taking time out from his day to go and fetch you that stupid Big Mac Value Meal. So if you are hungry then you better be sure that you are starving or else, a cheap meal will not by that by the time he is finished with you. Nothing in life is free. If you think otherwise, Kakuzu will quickly correct you on that.

When it comes to dealing with people in the normal sense, he is not a chatty person, always been a loner mostly because he gets frustrated when dealing with people in a social sense. He hates whiners, people who talk to long, the elderly, children, egotistical talkers, the frail, the list continued on and on. He has mellowed out a lot over the years but starting in the younger of them, whenever got under his skin, he would just instantly attack them. Just pounce and leave them in a bloody little ball and walk away feeling better that they had finally shut up. Kakuzu has a little bit, no understatement, a big violence streak in him and projects his rage into taking it out on others. Now days, he rarely would actually get angry about it in the sense of growling and barking out his distaste for it, keeping all of that tenseness inside just allowing it to build up. Being the nice person he was, he would drop a hint or two in warning that if they didn't knock it off, they would soon be in a lot of pain which most people got the point and shut up. Those who didn't, would not know what had hit them until it was too late, usually a fit, sometimes a leg, he may look scrawny but he packs some power behind his hits. Then again, its hard to tell when he will or will not strike. Sometimes he will give you time to escape and other times he won't so it's best to stay on guard at all times. He is after all.

So, he is violent, short tempered, doesn't show much emotions to anyone. So why is he in porn? The ridiculous amount of pay that is given is one thing but there are other jobs that can be done like a hitman that could bring a lot of funds in. He could potentially be a threat to his co-star so why would any boss want to put the other person's life in jeopardy. Yes, he was violent but he takes directions very well from people who hold a true higher level of seniority over him. If the boss wanted it like this then he would do it like this, if he wanted him to do it like that, then he would do it like that. They are after all, the ones that pay his way and why would he be so stupid into giving up a high classed money earning position when all there could be to fall back on was the fast food industry. Of course only a moron would do that.

Although he had a lot of money at his disposal which people would go crazy for, Kakuzu doesn't really spend it. He buys things that are needed, he still rents his apartment instead of buying one, drives a P.O.S pick up truck so he doesn't flaunt it at all. For starters, it would have people asking questions about where he got it from and draw more attention to himself and if someone really wanted to be annoying, they could start picking to find out that his information is fake. Not that he really cares if people know that he is using an obtained identity or even if they manage to find out where he is from, but what he dishes out to people, he doesn't want in reverse because then things will get very messy and that means in the literal sense.

Sample Post:

First Person

After sitting up late one night watching those infomercial that bring you new cleaning products and cooking appliances, I flipped the channel to some program brought to you by Guthy Renker. They are the ones that to that facial cleaning shit so it looks like they market this thing called Tony Robbins's Ultimate Edge, which is nothing more than a bunch of tapes giving some godly speech for the social retards.

I mean, look at the shit he is promoting.

Create the Life You Were Meant to Lead - One of Unlimited Possibility
• Learn Practical Solutions to Take Charge of Your Life
• Determine Your Motive for Action to Get the Results You Want
• Develop the Psychology to Overcome Any Challenge

Holding a gun to someones head and telling them not to do this, not to do that would have exactly the same effect.

Add a touch of personal tragedy to smother the sincerity of his claims: "More than three decades ago, Tony was living in a stark, 400-square-foot apartment, flat broke, overweight, and feeling as if the events of the world were controlling him." The guy was fat, unemployed, owned a copy of Windows Sound Recorder, a microphone and Nero, spewed some bullshit saying how he took control of his life when he was probably in reality living in some high rise with a different bitch every night.

He must have hired them to do his website for them because they were certainly, blond and never finished school.

• Free coaching session (a $100 value)
• $100 coupon toward any Tony Robbins multi-day event
• Free online personal profile (a $100 value)

A $550 Total Value!

I wonder when his next session will be in Reno.

Third Person

An after shoot shower was always satisfying, washing off all those nasty, disgusting bodily juices that collected from the over exhaustion that you put your body through during the act of sex. Not just yours, the other person as well. If sweat wasn't bad enough, there was saliva to boot, being licked, giving those nauseating kisses where you had to just flick your tongue back and forth together was supposed to be somewhat erotic. Kakuzu just thought it was vile. Lubrication likes to drip into every orifice it could find, slimy and hard to get out of places, and semen. Don't get him started on that. A girl or guy with the cum shot across their face was not at all attractive. On top of that it also smelt terrible. This is why a shower afterward was imperative.

Not one place over his body was going to be left untouched, lathering up the soap in his hands, rubbing it in circles all over his chest and belly, rinsing and repeating, working down to the under carriage. A lot of work had to be done around there, going in for an extra good rub to get all the lubrication off. Sanitizing soap was a good touch as well but he preferred to bring his own. Some of the other workers in the building did not respect the communal soup and tend to leave pubic hair all over it. This was the final step needed to remove all of the filth from his body, taking out the soap from the container and rubbing it around in a repeated process, this time hissing at the sharp sting from his chest. Three scratch marks diagonally down from shoulder to breast. Fucking bitch dug the nails in. Next time he was on set with them, he would make sure they got their just deserts.

They were not the only one that were going to be receiving punishment from him, a startled gasp caught his attention shortly after he winced, telling him that he was not alone. Putting the soap back into his container to take home with him, lazily Kakuzu pushed the fallen wet clumps back off from his face, slicking it back but holding the position to discreetly turn his head, eyeing off who was close by. "Peep shows cost $2," he spoke coolly to the peeping tom.

Being caught out by him must have put the wind up them enough not to run away successfully, tripping over on the tiles and knocking over the shelving of hair care products causing a loud ruckus. If they were articulate enough, then they would have been able to escape without a chance of being caught, their mishap gave Kakuzu enough time to shut the water off and advance in on them slowly. He wasn't even rushing to catch up to him, gradually stalking his prey with no intentions of rushing it now. He had seen their face. There was no where that they could hide. "What you were viewing was more than the quick look at some T&A."

He was still completely naked, dripping wet, crouching down over the legs of the fallen idiot so he couldn't run. They looked petrified. Rightfully so. If you were going to try and perv on someone, then you were going to have to pay the price. "Most places will charge $10 an hour to view a strip tease on the Internet, a lap dance at a club is $50. And since my prices are not based off minimum charge, you will have to comply to inflation."

The assailant yelped and gave a quick plead for his life when he leaned in closer, coming up with some bullshit story that he was only passing by and he saw something run through and wanted to blah blah blah. Kakuzu tuned out after the first word, pressing his hand against his chest, knocking them down flat against the floor, keeping him held tightly in position. There was so many ways this could have gone from here, in a prime position to leave him for the paramedics to come and pick him up, if the guy was smart enough he could have lifted his leg and kicked him in a very uncomfortable place. The only thing uncomfortable was that the others bladder was speaking for the sheer terror he was experiencing. If that had hit his feet, then it would have cost him more. "$100. Right now. If you don't..." He looked over his shoulder at the yellow river flowing towards the drain and then back to him, leaving his imagination to run wild. It was not a idle threat. He would do it.

Terrified stammers of agreement with his offer was music to his ears, letting him up enough to get his hand down into his pocket getting out his wallet. Pay day had arrived in the form of a $100 bill waved up at him, quickly snatched up out of his grasp. Now he could have let him go easily now that he had what he wanted, but what good would that be? Teaching him a lesson not to watch in for free for normally paid services would have to be done.

Standing up towering over the top of him, Kakuzu looked down at the petrified man and huffed, lifting his foot up and stomping it down into his gut, the sounds of him gurgling and gasping for air was notice enough that he would behave from now on. If not there was much more where that came from. He didn't even bother to listen to his apologizes, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist, snatching up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He gave a small content sigh as he left the room, another day done, another paycheck in the bag. Nothing like generating some profit on top of that to round off the day perfectly.