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Isaac Zane Thompson [Base Outline]
g e n e r a l
full name: Isaac Zane Thompson
name meaning: Though not taken seriously, Isaac means “one who rejoices” while Zane means “God is gracious"
nickname(s): Ami (ah-me)
purpose of nickname: Simply a slang for an American during WWII.
physical age: 26
birth gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
birth date: October 31, 1996
birth place: New York City, New York (Brooklyn)
astrology sign: Scorpio
currently living in: Tokyo, Japan
Species: (I’m only) Human (after all)
ethnicity or race: Caucasian
religion or beliefs: Protestant
previous occupation: A baristo at Connel Coffee in Tokyo
current occupation: Drifting competitor for Team Orange as well as a baristo.
p h y s i c a l
height and weight: Isaac stands at 5’9 (175cm) and weighs in at 146lbs (66kg)
body shape and build: Being that his career requires him to not weigh that much his physique is slender and lean. He has an okay amount of muscle mass that is defined by a lower body fat percentage.
skin tone: Isaac is rather pale, although some color does show. He does stay in a car all day after all.
skin details: His skin is clear and doesn’t have any issues with it nor maintaining it. He has no markings on his skin either.
scars and how they received them: He ha no scars
tattoos: He has never thought about getting tattoos until the Japanese car scene. He has a peace symbol above a Japanese flag down his left pectoral. An homage to Liberty Walk’s “imagine all the people living life in peace”.
piercings: He has two black gauges in his ears that are the size of a pinky finger.
hair color: His hair is peanut brown
hair length: The length of his hair goes down to his pectorals
hair style: Most of the time his hair is up in a bun
eye color(s): Isaac’s eye color is light brown, almost hazel in the sun
identifying marks: He has no marks
accessories: He always seems to have a watch on him as well as his piercings
general description: At 5’9 or 175cm, Isaac is a bit taller than most of his friends. His body is built for racing, slim and quite lean allowing what muscle mass he does have to show even in the most unflattering of lighting. His medium skin stays that way as he’s always in a vehicle. When his peanut brown hair isn’t in a bun, it reaches down to his nipples; however, it mostly stays in a large twisted bun with the full side going back. His eyes shine in the sun almost like a hazel, but they’re light brown. Isaac does wear glasses that are black and are that of a curved square. The two gauges in his earlobes are black and only the width of a pinky finger. His face is oval shaped yet not too sharp at the bottom, sort of a nice middle ground between sharp and circular. He does have facial hair however he keeps it at a five o’clock shadow.
As stated above, he’s toned with little body fat allowing the muscle to peek through and be defined. This is all throughout his body. The only ink he has is down his left pectoral and down his heart to be more specific. It’s a simple bold peace symbol above a simple Japanese flag. Neither of these are very big, about an apple’s size. The circle in the flag is colored red.
There’s nothing else remarkable about his appearance. His fashion isn’t anything to write home about either. On a regular day he opts for shorts and a hoodie preferably a darker color. He wears Vans as well. During any practice or drift event he does wear full race gear. This includes a fire-resistant suit, some gloves and shoes, and a balaclava under his racing helmet. His helmet is customized with both Japanese cultural art on one side and American traditional art on the other. He always wears a modern styled watch wherever he goes.
p e r s o n a l i t y
positive traits: Isaac can be methodical, careful, focused, and patient. This all comes from years of driving both for practice as well as professionally. He is also compassionate not only to his teammates but his opponents as well. Outside the car and track he’s quite sociable and friendly. No one can truly dislike him.
negative traits: He is a bit of a daredevil and cocky and often can attempt to pressure someone into doing something while they’re driving.
strengths: He’s very good at driving and swinging a car around and his dedication to his dream career is second to none. He’s a good listener and a good talker too.
weaknesses: He’s a bit of a hooligan and how he acts around his friends can bleed out a bit into daily life. As stated above, he likes to pressure people while in a vehicle.
phobias: His only fear is losing his opportunity to be a part of the professional drifting scene. It takes a lot of money and hard work to be at the top level.
habits: Due to loving his vehicles he’s now a neat freak. He doesn’t exactly like it when things are dirty and always tries to clean up if he has time. Another habit is that he likes to “gossip”. While not exactly an actual gossiper, he does it for the media. It’s a bit of a staple in motorsports.
A couple of bad habits is that he talks with his hands excessively which can get a bit annoying; the second one is that he’s gung-ho, always ready to go and always excited to do bad ideas. When he can, he offers a helping hand to his fellow competitors. He doesn’t get mad if someone crashes into him or spins him out too much. It’s all part of the sport. He’s more concerned if they’re okay or not.
hobbies: Isaac loves to go to car shows, both motorsport ones as well as regular car meets. He’d always wanted to go to the different famous car museums, as well as headquarters.
Even though he lives here now, he likes to go around Tokyo and see what it all has to offer even if he’s been around it a hundred times already. It gives him a feeling of nostalgia and a warm fuzzy feeling, as if he’s seeing it for the first time again.
Isaac has always been a decently social person and loves spending time with his friends. If not in the car, then going out for boba. Boba is a close second than drifting.
r e l a t i o n s h i p s
Mother: Olivia Thompson
Father: Benjamin Thompson
relationships: Both relationships with his parents are good despite them both wishing their son was still working at a coffee shop. Both of them respect his decision to have motorsport as a career.
pet(s): He has no pets and has never had any.
relationship(s): The only relationship he has is with his friends and people on the drift tracks.
b a c k g r o u n d
brief summary: Olivia and Benjamin Thompson had Isaac Zane Thomson on Halloween in ‘96 in Brooklyn. Olivia had him during her ophthalmology residency while his father Benjamin had just begun practicing as a psychiatrist. Even though both of his parents have medical degrees, however, this doesn’t mean his life was fed to him from a silver spoon. Throughout his life he’s had to go through it like most people, being taught that school was the best thing since sliced bread, get a job, go to more school, work hard; and that he did.
However, it was pushed a bit too much. Medical school is one of the hardest things someone can go through academically; so the idea of being the best you can be academically was pushed onto Isaac throughout his life. His parents were and still are nice enough, but they wanted him to be the best at school and would often hint at going to some top schools across the country. Money wasn’t an issue as long as he showed that he’d be a top student. This would go on until he graduated high school.
When he was seven years old, Isaac would be subjected to what would be his career. The D1 Grand Prix had come to America. As like any little kid would feel, he liked seeing all the cool cars with wacky colors and words splashed across them. The smoke that came from the rear wheels, the excitement of the announcers. He instantly fell in love with the cars from Japan and seeing the cars pull mind bending angles. He knew then and there that drifting is what he was going to do when he was older.
Throughout school, he would get As and the occasional high B. It was stressful, having his parents press him to do better and better with each passing year. He would get his license at 17 as well as his first car courtesy of his parents. A clean looking Nissan 350z of that year. This is where he would begin what he was dreaming about for the past ten years. He instantly started to do reckless things, trying out what he saw all around New York City. It was one of the only things that could ease the pressure of his parents.
By the time he graduated high school he’d had enough of the stress and iron fist his mother and father put on him about schooling. They damn near wanted him to be a doctor it felt like. Using the money he had saved up until that point he packs his bags for Tokyo. He was a city boy after all. He just wanted to get away from everything. With that being said, with bags packed, money in his pocket, his car shipping overseas, his academic career under his belt, and his dreams to hold onto, he flies away as far away from home as he could.
It wouldn’t take him long to get into the car community in Japan as it’s rich within the country. He would attend meets and car shows, eyes boggling at all the cool cars he saw, even the ones from TV were there. Being in Tokyo felt like a second home to him. Occasionally he’d get in with the wrong crowd and drift with them, attempting to show them what he knew. These guys overseas, however, were on a different level. Eventually, he would run with an illegal drifting crew who would drift along the outskirts of the city as well as along the mountain side, showing off the skills of a drifter from America.
He would grow to know them and hang out with them every chance he could get, improving his skills in a car over the next five years and being one of the best in his friend group. Soon enough, an opportunity had shown itself in the form of one of his friends saying he should go to the Advan Drift Meeting to see if he could qualify for D1. The first go around (no pun intended), he gets runner-up and the second time around he gets to the top of the championship table.
He showed off what he’d learned from his time with his friends and he would be accepted into the D1 Divisional series in the central division and put himself in the spotlight. He would compete in this series and only in the central division until he could get his car up to spec for D1 Lights and compete there under Realstyle alongside other sponsors.
Two years later he would catch the eyes of Team Orange during practice runs as well as competing for Realstyle and was given an opportunity to drift alongside them in the D1 Grand Prix. Since he’s drifted along his friends for years now, the side by side drifting that Team Orange is known for came somewhat natural for him during their practices. He was also good at solo runs and scoring a decent amount of points.
As of this year he’s won a few battles yet hasn’t broken the top three as a champion contender and never has been a champion contender. With Team Orange he’s traveled not only all of Japan but the world performing at motor shows and race meets.
At 26, he’s taken some time from Japan to visit his parents back in Brooklyn and has thought about different avenues such as Goodwood as a break from the drifting. So far in his lifetime it’s been one hell of a ride. Who knows what the next year will bring him.
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Hi there, Fear again. Researching all of this has been a hassle, more than my other OC. Everything is in Japanese and the teams are a bit weird when it comes to D1 Lights. A lot of these competitors have their own shops, they own these cars, and its a lot different from mainstream motorsports.
This is just a base I have that I will continue with in the near future. I'm sorry for the mixed-mashed backstory.
full name: Isaac Zane Thompson
name meaning: Though not taken seriously, Isaac means “one who rejoices” while Zane means “God is gracious"
nickname(s): Ami (ah-me)
purpose of nickname: Simply a slang for an American during WWII.
physical age: 26
birth gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
birth date: October 31, 1996
birth place: New York City, New York (Brooklyn)
astrology sign: Scorpio
currently living in: Tokyo, Japan
Species: (I’m only) Human (after all)
ethnicity or race: Caucasian
religion or beliefs: Protestant
previous occupation: A baristo at Connel Coffee in Tokyo
current occupation: Drifting competitor for Team Orange as well as a baristo.
p h y s i c a l
height and weight: Isaac stands at 5’9 (175cm) and weighs in at 146lbs (66kg)
body shape and build: Being that his career requires him to not weigh that much his physique is slender and lean. He has an okay amount of muscle mass that is defined by a lower body fat percentage.
skin tone: Isaac is rather pale, although some color does show. He does stay in a car all day after all.
skin details: His skin is clear and doesn’t have any issues with it nor maintaining it. He has no markings on his skin either.
scars and how they received them: He ha no scars
tattoos: He has never thought about getting tattoos until the Japanese car scene. He has a peace symbol above a Japanese flag down his left pectoral. An homage to Liberty Walk’s “imagine all the people living life in peace”.
piercings: He has two black gauges in his ears that are the size of a pinky finger.
hair color: His hair is peanut brown
hair length: The length of his hair goes down to his pectorals
hair style: Most of the time his hair is up in a bun
eye color(s): Isaac’s eye color is light brown, almost hazel in the sun
identifying marks: He has no marks
accessories: He always seems to have a watch on him as well as his piercings
general description: At 5’9 or 175cm, Isaac is a bit taller than most of his friends. His body is built for racing, slim and quite lean allowing what muscle mass he does have to show even in the most unflattering of lighting. His medium skin stays that way as he’s always in a vehicle. When his peanut brown hair isn’t in a bun, it reaches down to his nipples; however, it mostly stays in a large twisted bun with the full side going back. His eyes shine in the sun almost like a hazel, but they’re light brown. Isaac does wear glasses that are black and are that of a curved square. The two gauges in his earlobes are black and only the width of a pinky finger. His face is oval shaped yet not too sharp at the bottom, sort of a nice middle ground between sharp and circular. He does have facial hair however he keeps it at a five o’clock shadow.
As stated above, he’s toned with little body fat allowing the muscle to peek through and be defined. This is all throughout his body. The only ink he has is down his left pectoral and down his heart to be more specific. It’s a simple bold peace symbol above a simple Japanese flag. Neither of these are very big, about an apple’s size. The circle in the flag is colored red.
There’s nothing else remarkable about his appearance. His fashion isn’t anything to write home about either. On a regular day he opts for shorts and a hoodie preferably a darker color. He wears Vans as well. During any practice or drift event he does wear full race gear. This includes a fire-resistant suit, some gloves and shoes, and a balaclava under his racing helmet. His helmet is customized with both Japanese cultural art on one side and American traditional art on the other. He always wears a modern styled watch wherever he goes.
p e r s o n a l i t y
positive traits: Isaac can be methodical, careful, focused, and patient. This all comes from years of driving both for practice as well as professionally. He is also compassionate not only to his teammates but his opponents as well. Outside the car and track he’s quite sociable and friendly. No one can truly dislike him.
negative traits: He is a bit of a daredevil and cocky and often can attempt to pressure someone into doing something while they’re driving.
strengths: He’s very good at driving and swinging a car around and his dedication to his dream career is second to none. He’s a good listener and a good talker too.
weaknesses: He’s a bit of a hooligan and how he acts around his friends can bleed out a bit into daily life. As stated above, he likes to pressure people while in a vehicle.
phobias: His only fear is losing his opportunity to be a part of the professional drifting scene. It takes a lot of money and hard work to be at the top level.
habits: Due to loving his vehicles he’s now a neat freak. He doesn’t exactly like it when things are dirty and always tries to clean up if he has time. Another habit is that he likes to “gossip”. While not exactly an actual gossiper, he does it for the media. It’s a bit of a staple in motorsports.
A couple of bad habits is that he talks with his hands excessively which can get a bit annoying; the second one is that he’s gung-ho, always ready to go and always excited to do bad ideas. When he can, he offers a helping hand to his fellow competitors. He doesn’t get mad if someone crashes into him or spins him out too much. It’s all part of the sport. He’s more concerned if they’re okay or not.
hobbies: Isaac loves to go to car shows, both motorsport ones as well as regular car meets. He’d always wanted to go to the different famous car museums, as well as headquarters.
Even though he lives here now, he likes to go around Tokyo and see what it all has to offer even if he’s been around it a hundred times already. It gives him a feeling of nostalgia and a warm fuzzy feeling, as if he’s seeing it for the first time again.
Isaac has always been a decently social person and loves spending time with his friends. If not in the car, then going out for boba. Boba is a close second than drifting.
r e l a t i o n s h i p s
Mother: Olivia Thompson
Father: Benjamin Thompson
relationships: Both relationships with his parents are good despite them both wishing their son was still working at a coffee shop. Both of them respect his decision to have motorsport as a career.
pet(s): He has no pets and has never had any.
relationship(s): The only relationship he has is with his friends and people on the drift tracks.
b a c k g r o u n d
brief summary: Olivia and Benjamin Thompson had Isaac Zane Thomson on Halloween in ‘96 in Brooklyn. Olivia had him during her ophthalmology residency while his father Benjamin had just begun practicing as a psychiatrist. Even though both of his parents have medical degrees, however, this doesn’t mean his life was fed to him from a silver spoon. Throughout his life he’s had to go through it like most people, being taught that school was the best thing since sliced bread, get a job, go to more school, work hard; and that he did.
However, it was pushed a bit too much. Medical school is one of the hardest things someone can go through academically; so the idea of being the best you can be academically was pushed onto Isaac throughout his life. His parents were and still are nice enough, but they wanted him to be the best at school and would often hint at going to some top schools across the country. Money wasn’t an issue as long as he showed that he’d be a top student. This would go on until he graduated high school.
When he was seven years old, Isaac would be subjected to what would be his career. The D1 Grand Prix had come to America. As like any little kid would feel, he liked seeing all the cool cars with wacky colors and words splashed across them. The smoke that came from the rear wheels, the excitement of the announcers. He instantly fell in love with the cars from Japan and seeing the cars pull mind bending angles. He knew then and there that drifting is what he was going to do when he was older.
Throughout school, he would get As and the occasional high B. It was stressful, having his parents press him to do better and better with each passing year. He would get his license at 17 as well as his first car courtesy of his parents. A clean looking Nissan 350z of that year. This is where he would begin what he was dreaming about for the past ten years. He instantly started to do reckless things, trying out what he saw all around New York City. It was one of the only things that could ease the pressure of his parents.
By the time he graduated high school he’d had enough of the stress and iron fist his mother and father put on him about schooling. They damn near wanted him to be a doctor it felt like. Using the money he had saved up until that point he packs his bags for Tokyo. He was a city boy after all. He just wanted to get away from everything. With that being said, with bags packed, money in his pocket, his car shipping overseas, his academic career under his belt, and his dreams to hold onto, he flies away as far away from home as he could.
It wouldn’t take him long to get into the car community in Japan as it’s rich within the country. He would attend meets and car shows, eyes boggling at all the cool cars he saw, even the ones from TV were there. Being in Tokyo felt like a second home to him. Occasionally he’d get in with the wrong crowd and drift with them, attempting to show them what he knew. These guys overseas, however, were on a different level. Eventually, he would run with an illegal drifting crew who would drift along the outskirts of the city as well as along the mountain side, showing off the skills of a drifter from America.
He would grow to know them and hang out with them every chance he could get, improving his skills in a car over the next five years and being one of the best in his friend group. Soon enough, an opportunity had shown itself in the form of one of his friends saying he should go to the Advan Drift Meeting to see if he could qualify for D1. The first go around (no pun intended), he gets runner-up and the second time around he gets to the top of the championship table.
He showed off what he’d learned from his time with his friends and he would be accepted into the D1 Divisional series in the central division and put himself in the spotlight. He would compete in this series and only in the central division until he could get his car up to spec for D1 Lights and compete there under Realstyle alongside other sponsors.
Two years later he would catch the eyes of Team Orange during practice runs as well as competing for Realstyle and was given an opportunity to drift alongside them in the D1 Grand Prix. Since he’s drifted along his friends for years now, the side by side drifting that Team Orange is known for came somewhat natural for him during their practices. He was also good at solo runs and scoring a decent amount of points.
As of this year he’s won a few battles yet hasn’t broken the top three as a champion contender and never has been a champion contender. With Team Orange he’s traveled not only all of Japan but the world performing at motor shows and race meets.
At 26, he’s taken some time from Japan to visit his parents back in Brooklyn and has thought about different avenues such as Goodwood as a break from the drifting. So far in his lifetime it’s been one hell of a ride. Who knows what the next year will bring him.
_______________________________________________________________
Hi there, Fear again. Researching all of this has been a hassle, more than my other OC. Everything is in Japanese and the teams are a bit weird when it comes to D1 Lights. A lot of these competitors have their own shops, they own these cars, and its a lot different from mainstream motorsports.
This is just a base I have that I will continue with in the near future. I'm sorry for the mixed-mashed backstory.
Daniel Judah Lewis
NAME
── Daniel Judah Lewis ──
Though his name means “praise”, very little is to praise about what Daniel does. With this being said as well as Daniel having a biblical meaning, it’s only fate that will decide where he’ll end up.
NICKNAME
── “Gaijin” ──
Being able to work even around the Yakuza has given him this almost slur of a nickname. Meaning foreigner, Daniel will always be looked upon as an outsider working for an organization that holds so many roots.
BIRTHDAY
── May 8th, 1993 ──
Daniel is 29 years old, five of these years was becoming and being a part of the 160th SOAR as a pilot. Three more years as an FBI agent specializing in domestic counterterrorism and two years transferring to the FBI Hostage Rescue Team. One more year moving to Japan and South Korea.
BIRTHPLACE
── Miami, FL, United States ──
Florida, the home of alligators and crocodiles. One of those two, I honestly forget. Luckily, Daniel grew up in central Miami only occasionally ever going to the adored beaches. This would be his stomping ground and the knowledge of the urban area would prove useful throughout his life.
ORIGINS
── From city boy to FBI to Yakuza ──
Daniel grew up in central Miami with his father. He grew up like any other kid around him, playing soccer to keep himself busy through the years as well as getting into a local car scene with street and drag racing. It wasn’t until he was 18 when he decided to go for his bachelor’s in business administration and join the Army to become a pilot. He eventually got through Green Platoon and joined the ranks of the 160th SOAR, becoming one of the best pilots in the world. After his few years in the Army he goes through FBI training in Quantico before working in counterterrorism. After three years of working in the domestic counterterrorism field, he goes for the Hostage Rescue Team. Knowing he cannot make a career out of it, and wanting a fresh start after years of combat, he moves to Japan. It was here he was introduced to organized crime. Deep down, Daniel still loved the night getaways, the night drivebys and transporting precious cargo for the syndicate. He would eventually transfer to a Yakuza in South Korea and live his life there as a new chapter.
APPEARANCE
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SUMMARY
Standing at six foot even or 182 centimeters, Daniel is slightly lean yet decently muscular. His body is wide and broad and riddled completely with ink. Half of his tattoos are Japanese inspired, the other half straight American traditional. His face is a bit boxy tapering down into an oval shape with hazel eyes.
DETAILS
Starting from head to toe he has pretty short dark brown hair. The sides are a buzz cut but not too close to his head, with the middle slightly thicker and longer and slicked back and to the side. His eyebrows are slightly thick and are curved. His ears are pierced and in them go small black earrings in the shape of pentagrams. He occasionally has a small septum piercing in. He has trimmed facial hair, a full beard that goes around his cheekbones and his chin. It’s not too outrageous as it’s always trimmed up.
No neck ink, however his right shoulder has a dark, dead rose floral design with a flying eagle below it. His left trap consists of black Japanese filler before a red and orange dragon fills up his side delt and the fire colored body spirals down to his forearm, the tail ending at his elbow as it curves back up to reach it. Between the folds and spiral of the dragon there are three blue, bloody and brutal namakubi tattoos and it’s as if the dragon is squeezing them. They’re disfigured with the small blades going through their heads and cheeks. On his tricep is a midnight blue boar head with three eyes and long curved horns. Upon his head is a crown of skulls. Surrounding the boar head is flames up to the edges of his tricep. Filling the negative space that is his skin is black and gray traditional filler with an occasional red flower that is a darker shade than the dragon.
As stated above, there is a dead rose floral above a flying eagle. Below the eagle is a bomb with a shark paint scheme for the eyes and mouth. As the ink trickles down his arm there is a skull with a Vietnam era army helmet on with a playing card in it. On his inner bicep is a panther with a dagger going through its skull; below that is a sacred heart. On his tricep is a pinup military female WWII era. On his ulna he has a small sword through a heart with words around parchment “death before dishonor” on the other side of his forearm he has a snake and a hand, the snake biting the hand gruesomely. In the center of his forearm is a skull pilot with a small American flag behind it. All of these tattoos are in black and gray and do not have any negative space filler. His left hand is blacked out with sakura leaves falling from his wrist to his first knuckles. His right hand has a skull version of Lady Liberty.
Right below the first knuckle of every finger besides his thumbs is a blacked out arrow pointing downward like a spike.
Across his chest spans a goat skull with horns that go upward and then curve down to his nipples. Spanning behind it are black fallen angel wings spanning from shoulder to shoulder.. Below it going all the way to the top of his abdomen is all black with faded-esk red lines going down.
His back only has two tattoos, on the left side is the 160th insignia, a man-pegasus hybrid holding a sword with a crescent moon above and to the right. On the right side is the FBI HRT insignia, an eagle holding a chain. These are both in black and gray. He has no leg tattoos.
Most of these tattoos mean nothing and Daniel decided on them simply because they look cool.
FASHION
Daniel’s most absolute casual, WalMart fashion is an athletic tank-top with sweatpants and some low cut Vans. Most of the time for his daily life he dresses professionally, a collared polo shirt with some nice jeans or slacks. Sometimes he has Vans or he wears some non formal dress shoes. Occasionally he’ll wear a suit yet it’s casual enough for everyday wear. During his night runs he wears all black, boots, jeans, a hoodie with a bulletproof HRT vest with a spray paint line through HRT, a balaclava mask and sometimes a metallic red demon mask with sharp teeth and short horns. He also wears gloves. This is all to hide any identifying features as there are a lot of them.
PERSONALITY
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GOOD TRAITS
── Calm ──
Years of being in high intensity, adrenaline rushing, tactical situations have made him relatively calm. Even if he’s losing, he almost always stays level-headed and always keeps his eyes on the prize.
── Individualistic ──
No one around him has trained like him. Covert, nighttime operations and situations that require delicate and quick responses have made him a machine of his own. He tends to do things his way and they usually play out in his favor.
── Independant ──
He lives alone in the Eastern parts of Asia and before that traveled all over the world as well as America. He has learned quickly to adapt to new surroundings and fend for himself in foreign lands.
── Clever ──
Having to work his way around the Yakuza and learn the different routes and honestly, turn a total 180 from his past life, it takes a certain special kind of cleverness to translate his skills to be a mercenary.
── Good Samaritan ──
Out of the car and out of the darkness of night, Daniel is quite friendly to strangers around him. He will often go out of his way to help a citizen with menial tasks as he walks throughout the cities.
BAD TRAITS
── Quiet ──
Daniel doesn’t speak much, he doesn’t ask questions, he’s the smile and nod type. That’s not to say he won’t talk, he’d rather just let his actions speak for himself. Not the most social type either, but can still make connections if need be.
── Cruel ──
Gaijin is under a massive amount of stress from the Yakuza. One slip up and he knows his life will end. He must drive (to survive), he must obey, he must kill. He’s had to give up his freedom for this life. However, deep down he enjoys it. He enjoys dismantling organizations and other gangs. It’s a soul crushing addiction.
── Blunt ──
When he does talk, he often simply states the facts, or asks the questions no one else wants to ask. He addresses the elephant in the room immediately with his deadpan expression.
── Withdrawn──
Living in isolation as well as an outcast for the very organization you work for can cause some shelling over time. Daniel doesn’t have friends since moving East. His life is consumed by work and he’s okay with that.
HOBBIES
── Soccer, Cars, Chases, and Odd Jobs──
Growing up in Miami he started to get into soccer, or football as it's known literally everywhere else, and since middle school he’s been on some form of soccer team, a faint dream of joining MSL or even FIFA. As well as growing up in a dense area he got into the car scenes. He would attend the events and when he got his very first car he would participate in very legal drag races and street races; even if his car did handle like a bathtub.
Seeking to fulfill his addiction, he would get into police chases as well as race on the busy streets and highways of Tokyo. Daniel over time has gotten very used to the odd jobs given to him not only by the local crime scene, but also the Yakuza he works for. Secretly, adn much to his father’s dismay, he loves it.
HABITS
── Heavy-footed ──
As expected, when he attempts to drive like a regular person, his foot tends to push a bit hard off the line. He mostly has to keep himself in check whenever he almost skirts off from a simple red light.
── Lung Cancer ──
Daniel is a smoker, attempting to relieve the years of stress and maybe miraculously reverse that one gray hair he thinks he has. He smokes around ten cigarettes a day from the time he wakes up to the time he goes to bed. The cigarettes never help, though.
── Potty Mouth ──
Like the author, Danny here tends to use an excessive amount of cussing when he does speak. He tends to speak like an old man to himself, muttering cuss words beneath his breath. He won’t dare cuss at a Yakuza member, however.
── Tapping ──
Coming from a sports background as well, he tends to tap his feet a lot as if he’s playing with a football. He tends to do this when he’s bored, like when he’s waiting on something.
LIFESTYLE
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OCCUPATION
── From US Army, to FBI, to mercenary ──
After graduating high school he goes to get his Bachelor's before going to Officer Candidate School. As he joins the Army he goes to flight school where he becomes a pilot. He soon transfers to the 160th and has a stint of five years of active military service. After getting out, he goes to Quantico to join the FBI as an agent for three years and transfers to the Hostage Rescue Team for two. After the two year rotation, he moves across the world to Japan to try and settle down. It was here he was dragged into organized crime and now he works for the Yakuza.
HEALTH
── Has the Wealth but not the Health ──
Physically speaking, Daniel is in probably peak health. He’s on the slightly wide side, but he’s muscular and has a lot of cardiovascular capacity. His mind is still sharp as ever, it’s just gotten darker after he left the HRT. Crime has twisted his mind slightly, feeding his addiction for adrenaline. To know that he’s manipulated such a group into accepting his services gives him a sick type of joy deep down inside.
RESIDENCE
── From the West to the East ──
Daniel has always stayed in Miami with his dad until traveling the world and then America. Japan was the only other place he settled in, his true residence being provided for him by the Yakuza. It’s a small yet peaceful estate in Atami, about two hours from Tokyo. Its owner no longer resides there as he’s relocated to South Korea.
SCHOLARLY
── BBA in Entrepreneurship from UM ──
Daniel has always been a pretty smart guy. Not only that but his father made him study a lot being from a somewhat successful family. In order to become an officer in the Army, one must have a bachelor’s degree before going to OCS. Daniel chose a bachelor’s in business administration in entrepreneurship hoping that one day he could start his own business. This is the only education that he has besides officer school.
FINANCIAL
── Set for Life ──
Working for the government has its perks when it comes to financial means. His college was paid for so long as he joined the military and throughout his career he hasn’t had the need to spend his money. The money he’s accumulated through the government is put away in the States so if he ever needs to get away he’s still set. The only things he has spent his money on is helping his father get a nice house and his second vehicle; as well as moving continents.
── Vehicles for Every Occasion ──
Daniel technically owns five vehicles although he doesn’t use one of them as it’s in the States. There’s his first vehicle which is a 2006 Dodge Charger R/T. It’s midnight blue with the chrome accents along the cross in the middle of the grille. Nothing about this car has been modified.
After he pays off his Charger, he gets an upgrade. Once he gets out of the military, he gets a new 2016 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. The Challenger is a manual six speed and is black with some modifications before moving it to Japan. The first modification is to the rims. He switches them out for 22 inch Vossen HF-1s and adds a widebody kit to the car. He makes all the emblems on it a deep red and black and makes the headlights red. After he moves to Japan and gets involved with driving for criminal groups, he adds lighter performance parts, moves the exhausts to each side under the rear side of each door like a stock car, lowers the profile a bit, and adds various bulletproof things like windows and tires. This is his main vehicle even though it might not be the quietest.
The first car the Yakuza’s money provided him is a 1995 Toyota Supra MK4. It’s blacked out with tinted tail and headlights with the iconic spoiler. The rims have a smaller middle section consisting of five thick spokes that curve toward the car’s chassis. Surrounding the middle section is a thick chrome outline. There’s no engine swap, only improved aftermarket parts to smoothen the natural performance. This is his street racing car as well as the car he does reconnasense in and sometimes it’s his daily driver.
The last car he uses is an 2022 Acura MDX Type S. It's gray with black 22” Strada Sega rims on it. Otherwise its stock, officer. I promise. This is his main daily as well as used to transport people and prostitutes. This vehicle does have bulletproof windows, though.
INTIMATE
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ORIENTATION
── Straight as the Drag Strip ──
Daniel has always been straight and always will be. He’s never had any attraction to the same sex.
IDEAL PARTNER
── Married to Work ──
Trying to maintain a relationship throughout his life has always been a challenge and always posed a challenge. Therefore, he hasn’t attempted to have a relationship in over a decade. Knowing he can’t settle down for quite some time, Daniel would prefer a partner who either lives the fast life or doesn’t mind it. She would need to at least understand his position and cooperate with him.
IDEAL DATE
── Ready, Set, Go ──
Daniel isn’t one for restaurants or the movies. He would love it if he had a date on a race track or on the drag strip. Anything motorsport related, really. He’s not one to relax much and prefers the loud noises and the rushing feelings of the street.
RELATIONS
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MOTHER
── Down the Wrong Path──
There’s a specific reason why he has only lived with his father. After Daniel was old enough to know right from wrong, at five years old, his mother Emily Jordan started to do cocaine just so she could get those years back. Her boyfriend at the time, his father, was always busy with work and barely had any time to help her with Daniel. He could throw all the money in the world at her yet it wouldn’t help the exhaustion. She just wanted to be free again. Once her secret had risen to the surface, his father kicked her out and decided to take care of Daniel the best he could.
FATHER
── The Workhorse that Deserves a Break──
John Lewis Jr is the father of Daniel. He was very adamant about school and preaches about success. John is a traffic lawyer and is in the office all day. Pushing 50 now with almost 30 years of working, it’s about time he settled down. Daniel has no siblings.
BEST FRIEND
── Team Player ──
Daniel didn’t really have any best friends, however, all the friends that he was close to were the football teams he joined throughout school. It was like a band of brothers and even went undefeated in his senior year of high school. No matter where life has taken him, he’s never forgotten his teams.
BACKSTORY
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── The Fall From Grace──
Daniel Judah Lewis was born on May 8th, 1993 in central Miami. His mother, Emily, always took good care of him despite the exhaustion and irritation that comes with being a new mother. His father, John, always worked both in and out of the office as he tried his best to help his girlfriend. This went on for a few years, until he was in kindergarten and could somewhat take care of himself. His mother started to get into cocaine after being convinced that it could set her free; she got hooked. It wouldn’t be very long before her boyfriend found out and she was kicked to the curb. For John and Daniel, there was no turning back.
Throughout school his father always made him study. Getting through law school takes a lot of commitment, perseverance, and a dash of luck. He pressed these down into Daniel and even if he didn’t want it at times, the results showed. Daniel had almost all As throughout his education in middle and high school. He also took up football. At a young age he would always play with the kids around him, kicking the ball or even going to some games. While he wasn’t exactly a star at it, he was a team player and his teams always seemed to do good throughout the years.
Sophomore year is when he was introduced into the very legal drag scene. No, not the queen one, the racing one. The team and himself would take long cruises or go to the beaches and find strips of road they would race their cars around. It was thrilling to him, and thus began his rebellious phase. His father never found out about these late night shenanigans, going off with his friends to see cars and race, sometimes even stepping into a friend’s car and trying to race. You win some, you lose some. It was all in good fun though. During senior year he gets his license and for putting in the work to keep up with his studies and the football team, his father helps him get his first car. This was his first love, and he fell in love with Dodge.
After graduating high school he goes to the Army recruiting office to become an officer. They tell him that if he goes in the reserves they’ll pay for his college. Daniel agrees, and also agrees to go active once he has his bachelor’s degree. As he goes through college, he looks at different jobs within the Army. He comes across pilots and eventually the 160th SOAR. These mythical pilots were stuff of legend to Daniel and he was determined to become one. Officers must have a bachelor’s degree as well as passing Officer Candidate School to become a Second Lieutenant. He does just that. His father takes it very well and allows him to join the Army. As the years pass, Daniel gets his Bachelor’s in Business Administration in Entrepreneurship from the University of Miami by the age of 21. He goes through the 12 week OCS and is commissioned as an 2LT and is sent off to flight school.
The intense 32 week course felt like forever, yet Daniel got through it and got his wings. He then went on to Advanced Graduate Training which taught him how to fly the Chinook as well as the Blackhawk. It takes another 20 weeks. He applies for the 160th and gets accepted, soon going through the seven week training course and then Green Platoon which is another six weeks. Daniel was now a Nightstalker.
His first taste of action would come in 2014 in Yemen, flying in special operations to free hostages. It’s a success. The heart-racing activity sparked a flame in him, a flame that hasn’t been put out to this day. He could continue to be deployed in the War on Terror, infiltrating enemy lines and extracting those that needed it. After around a year and a half he’s promoted to Captain. Captain Lewis would serve his country and fellow special operators for another four years before being honorably discharged with a bronze star for being able to extract his fellow fighters very quickly, even helping out by providing cover fire himself from his helicopter.
Wanting that same feeling he had while in Yemen, he goes to Quantico in Virginia and trains to become an FBI agent. He succeeds and goes on to specialize in domestic counterterrorism. It was here that he learns how to locate, track, and guide units to neutralize a suspected terrorist. It would be a few years before he goes to become a member of the HRT. Since he has a background in flying, he does just that. He flew the Blackhawk wherever they needed and watches from the rooftops as the teams raid possible terrorist hideouts, work out hostage rescues and flew MD 500s in manhunts. He eventually goes in to become an operator and he passes the qualifications. He was finally boots on the ground. Former Captain Lewis now helped the team rescue hostages and such from banks, stores, and even schools. He also participated in manhunts for counterterrorism. He was recommended for the Fly Team, however, he declined.
Leaving the Army and then the FBI was a breath of fresh air, and a new chance to finally have a life at the age of 29. He decides to move continents and brings his Challenger with him. He leaves 90% of the money he’s gathered up to this point with his father and goes to beautiful Japan to live a new life. A few months after moving to Atami, he’s brought into a local crime scene after a run-in with some gangsters and he manipulates the head of the criminals with his offerings. His skill set for his life.
He drove for his life, using what he’s learned in the FBI to transport various very legal items across Japan. This catches the eyes of the Yakuza in Tokyo and he’s then snached up by the crime syndacite. His role now was mainly still transporting different means of profit for the crime lords, or getting rid of something they did. It was a whole new feeling of excitement for him and deep down he enjoyed being the criminal for once. Long gone were the days of Captain Lewis. Now, there was Gaijin.
He now has relocated to the mainland in South Korea as ordered by the Yakuza to go and get the feel for the land. Who knows what will be waiting for him there.
NOTES
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Hi there, Fear here. So, this is my first true character in about five years. I tend to be as realistic as possible and so I tend to go over the top. That’s okay with me. A little nitpicky thing, in order for flight school to be paid for one must commit ten years of service. I’m not making my character in his 40s for the sake of realism. I’m not going to rip out the FBI section. I also don’t know the whole transfer into the FBI and the ins and outs of that. The FBI site is vague as you can imagine.
This OC is HEAVILY based off of Alex Terrible. He's my idol. The face claim is his 2022 hair but the 2020 beard. There's no picture for that so here's links to videos of him.
2020 Beard: /external.php?l=/external.php?l=https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaJ5CI3A9qc
2022 Haircut: /external.php?l=/external.php?l=https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=ak8-Mpb54JM&t=89s
Please note that he's a metal vocalist and there is a lot of screaming with weird facial expressions, at least in the second video.
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Tootles.
── Daniel Judah Lewis ──
Though his name means “praise”, very little is to praise about what Daniel does. With this being said as well as Daniel having a biblical meaning, it’s only fate that will decide where he’ll end up.
NICKNAME
── “Gaijin” ──
Being able to work even around the Yakuza has given him this almost slur of a nickname. Meaning foreigner, Daniel will always be looked upon as an outsider working for an organization that holds so many roots.
BIRTHDAY
── May 8th, 1993 ──
Daniel is 29 years old, five of these years was becoming and being a part of the 160th SOAR as a pilot. Three more years as an FBI agent specializing in domestic counterterrorism and two years transferring to the FBI Hostage Rescue Team. One more year moving to Japan and South Korea.
BIRTHPLACE
── Miami, FL, United States ──
Florida, the home of alligators and crocodiles. One of those two, I honestly forget. Luckily, Daniel grew up in central Miami only occasionally ever going to the adored beaches. This would be his stomping ground and the knowledge of the urban area would prove useful throughout his life.
ORIGINS
── From city boy to FBI to Yakuza ──
Daniel grew up in central Miami with his father. He grew up like any other kid around him, playing soccer to keep himself busy through the years as well as getting into a local car scene with street and drag racing. It wasn’t until he was 18 when he decided to go for his bachelor’s in business administration and join the Army to become a pilot. He eventually got through Green Platoon and joined the ranks of the 160th SOAR, becoming one of the best pilots in the world. After his few years in the Army he goes through FBI training in Quantico before working in counterterrorism. After three years of working in the domestic counterterrorism field, he goes for the Hostage Rescue Team. Knowing he cannot make a career out of it, and wanting a fresh start after years of combat, he moves to Japan. It was here he was introduced to organized crime. Deep down, Daniel still loved the night getaways, the night drivebys and transporting precious cargo for the syndicate. He would eventually transfer to a Yakuza in South Korea and live his life there as a new chapter.
APPEARANCE
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SUMMARY
Standing at six foot even or 182 centimeters, Daniel is slightly lean yet decently muscular. His body is wide and broad and riddled completely with ink. Half of his tattoos are Japanese inspired, the other half straight American traditional. His face is a bit boxy tapering down into an oval shape with hazel eyes.
DETAILS
Starting from head to toe he has pretty short dark brown hair. The sides are a buzz cut but not too close to his head, with the middle slightly thicker and longer and slicked back and to the side. His eyebrows are slightly thick and are curved. His ears are pierced and in them go small black earrings in the shape of pentagrams. He occasionally has a small septum piercing in. He has trimmed facial hair, a full beard that goes around his cheekbones and his chin. It’s not too outrageous as it’s always trimmed up.
No neck ink, however his right shoulder has a dark, dead rose floral design with a flying eagle below it. His left trap consists of black Japanese filler before a red and orange dragon fills up his side delt and the fire colored body spirals down to his forearm, the tail ending at his elbow as it curves back up to reach it. Between the folds and spiral of the dragon there are three blue, bloody and brutal namakubi tattoos and it’s as if the dragon is squeezing them. They’re disfigured with the small blades going through their heads and cheeks. On his tricep is a midnight blue boar head with three eyes and long curved horns. Upon his head is a crown of skulls. Surrounding the boar head is flames up to the edges of his tricep. Filling the negative space that is his skin is black and gray traditional filler with an occasional red flower that is a darker shade than the dragon.
As stated above, there is a dead rose floral above a flying eagle. Below the eagle is a bomb with a shark paint scheme for the eyes and mouth. As the ink trickles down his arm there is a skull with a Vietnam era army helmet on with a playing card in it. On his inner bicep is a panther with a dagger going through its skull; below that is a sacred heart. On his tricep is a pinup military female WWII era. On his ulna he has a small sword through a heart with words around parchment “death before dishonor” on the other side of his forearm he has a snake and a hand, the snake biting the hand gruesomely. In the center of his forearm is a skull pilot with a small American flag behind it. All of these tattoos are in black and gray and do not have any negative space filler. His left hand is blacked out with sakura leaves falling from his wrist to his first knuckles. His right hand has a skull version of Lady Liberty.
Right below the first knuckle of every finger besides his thumbs is a blacked out arrow pointing downward like a spike.
Across his chest spans a goat skull with horns that go upward and then curve down to his nipples. Spanning behind it are black fallen angel wings spanning from shoulder to shoulder.. Below it going all the way to the top of his abdomen is all black with faded-esk red lines going down.
His back only has two tattoos, on the left side is the 160th insignia, a man-pegasus hybrid holding a sword with a crescent moon above and to the right. On the right side is the FBI HRT insignia, an eagle holding a chain. These are both in black and gray. He has no leg tattoos.
Most of these tattoos mean nothing and Daniel decided on them simply because they look cool.
FASHION
Daniel’s most absolute casual, WalMart fashion is an athletic tank-top with sweatpants and some low cut Vans. Most of the time for his daily life he dresses professionally, a collared polo shirt with some nice jeans or slacks. Sometimes he has Vans or he wears some non formal dress shoes. Occasionally he’ll wear a suit yet it’s casual enough for everyday wear. During his night runs he wears all black, boots, jeans, a hoodie with a bulletproof HRT vest with a spray paint line through HRT, a balaclava mask and sometimes a metallic red demon mask with sharp teeth and short horns. He also wears gloves. This is all to hide any identifying features as there are a lot of them.
PERSONALITY
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GOOD TRAITS
── Calm ──
Years of being in high intensity, adrenaline rushing, tactical situations have made him relatively calm. Even if he’s losing, he almost always stays level-headed and always keeps his eyes on the prize.
── Individualistic ──
No one around him has trained like him. Covert, nighttime operations and situations that require delicate and quick responses have made him a machine of his own. He tends to do things his way and they usually play out in his favor.
── Independant ──
He lives alone in the Eastern parts of Asia and before that traveled all over the world as well as America. He has learned quickly to adapt to new surroundings and fend for himself in foreign lands.
── Clever ──
Having to work his way around the Yakuza and learn the different routes and honestly, turn a total 180 from his past life, it takes a certain special kind of cleverness to translate his skills to be a mercenary.
── Good Samaritan ──
Out of the car and out of the darkness of night, Daniel is quite friendly to strangers around him. He will often go out of his way to help a citizen with menial tasks as he walks throughout the cities.
BAD TRAITS
── Quiet ──
Daniel doesn’t speak much, he doesn’t ask questions, he’s the smile and nod type. That’s not to say he won’t talk, he’d rather just let his actions speak for himself. Not the most social type either, but can still make connections if need be.
── Cruel ──
Gaijin is under a massive amount of stress from the Yakuza. One slip up and he knows his life will end. He must drive (to survive), he must obey, he must kill. He’s had to give up his freedom for this life. However, deep down he enjoys it. He enjoys dismantling organizations and other gangs. It’s a soul crushing addiction.
── Blunt ──
When he does talk, he often simply states the facts, or asks the questions no one else wants to ask. He addresses the elephant in the room immediately with his deadpan expression.
── Withdrawn──
Living in isolation as well as an outcast for the very organization you work for can cause some shelling over time. Daniel doesn’t have friends since moving East. His life is consumed by work and he’s okay with that.
HOBBIES
── Soccer, Cars, Chases, and Odd Jobs──
Growing up in Miami he started to get into soccer, or football as it's known literally everywhere else, and since middle school he’s been on some form of soccer team, a faint dream of joining MSL or even FIFA. As well as growing up in a dense area he got into the car scenes. He would attend the events and when he got his very first car he would participate in very legal drag races and street races; even if his car did handle like a bathtub.
Seeking to fulfill his addiction, he would get into police chases as well as race on the busy streets and highways of Tokyo. Daniel over time has gotten very used to the odd jobs given to him not only by the local crime scene, but also the Yakuza he works for. Secretly, adn much to his father’s dismay, he loves it.
HABITS
── Heavy-footed ──
As expected, when he attempts to drive like a regular person, his foot tends to push a bit hard off the line. He mostly has to keep himself in check whenever he almost skirts off from a simple red light.
── Lung Cancer ──
Daniel is a smoker, attempting to relieve the years of stress and maybe miraculously reverse that one gray hair he thinks he has. He smokes around ten cigarettes a day from the time he wakes up to the time he goes to bed. The cigarettes never help, though.
── Potty Mouth ──
Like the author, Danny here tends to use an excessive amount of cussing when he does speak. He tends to speak like an old man to himself, muttering cuss words beneath his breath. He won’t dare cuss at a Yakuza member, however.
── Tapping ──
Coming from a sports background as well, he tends to tap his feet a lot as if he’s playing with a football. He tends to do this when he’s bored, like when he’s waiting on something.
LIFESTYLE
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OCCUPATION
── From US Army, to FBI, to mercenary ──
After graduating high school he goes to get his Bachelor's before going to Officer Candidate School. As he joins the Army he goes to flight school where he becomes a pilot. He soon transfers to the 160th and has a stint of five years of active military service. After getting out, he goes to Quantico to join the FBI as an agent for three years and transfers to the Hostage Rescue Team for two. After the two year rotation, he moves across the world to Japan to try and settle down. It was here he was dragged into organized crime and now he works for the Yakuza.
HEALTH
── Has the Wealth but not the Health ──
Physically speaking, Daniel is in probably peak health. He’s on the slightly wide side, but he’s muscular and has a lot of cardiovascular capacity. His mind is still sharp as ever, it’s just gotten darker after he left the HRT. Crime has twisted his mind slightly, feeding his addiction for adrenaline. To know that he’s manipulated such a group into accepting his services gives him a sick type of joy deep down inside.
RESIDENCE
── From the West to the East ──
Daniel has always stayed in Miami with his dad until traveling the world and then America. Japan was the only other place he settled in, his true residence being provided for him by the Yakuza. It’s a small yet peaceful estate in Atami, about two hours from Tokyo. Its owner no longer resides there as he’s relocated to South Korea.
SCHOLARLY
── BBA in Entrepreneurship from UM ──
Daniel has always been a pretty smart guy. Not only that but his father made him study a lot being from a somewhat successful family. In order to become an officer in the Army, one must have a bachelor’s degree before going to OCS. Daniel chose a bachelor’s in business administration in entrepreneurship hoping that one day he could start his own business. This is the only education that he has besides officer school.
FINANCIAL
── Set for Life ──
Working for the government has its perks when it comes to financial means. His college was paid for so long as he joined the military and throughout his career he hasn’t had the need to spend his money. The money he’s accumulated through the government is put away in the States so if he ever needs to get away he’s still set. The only things he has spent his money on is helping his father get a nice house and his second vehicle; as well as moving continents.
── Vehicles for Every Occasion ──
Daniel technically owns five vehicles although he doesn’t use one of them as it’s in the States. There’s his first vehicle which is a 2006 Dodge Charger R/T. It’s midnight blue with the chrome accents along the cross in the middle of the grille. Nothing about this car has been modified.
After he pays off his Charger, he gets an upgrade. Once he gets out of the military, he gets a new 2016 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. The Challenger is a manual six speed and is black with some modifications before moving it to Japan. The first modification is to the rims. He switches them out for 22 inch Vossen HF-1s and adds a widebody kit to the car. He makes all the emblems on it a deep red and black and makes the headlights red. After he moves to Japan and gets involved with driving for criminal groups, he adds lighter performance parts, moves the exhausts to each side under the rear side of each door like a stock car, lowers the profile a bit, and adds various bulletproof things like windows and tires. This is his main vehicle even though it might not be the quietest.
The first car the Yakuza’s money provided him is a 1995 Toyota Supra MK4. It’s blacked out with tinted tail and headlights with the iconic spoiler. The rims have a smaller middle section consisting of five thick spokes that curve toward the car’s chassis. Surrounding the middle section is a thick chrome outline. There’s no engine swap, only improved aftermarket parts to smoothen the natural performance. This is his street racing car as well as the car he does reconnasense in and sometimes it’s his daily driver.
The last car he uses is an 2022 Acura MDX Type S. It's gray with black 22” Strada Sega rims on it. Otherwise its stock, officer. I promise. This is his main daily as well as used to transport people and prostitutes. This vehicle does have bulletproof windows, though.
INTIMATE
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ORIENTATION
── Straight as the Drag Strip ──
Daniel has always been straight and always will be. He’s never had any attraction to the same sex.
IDEAL PARTNER
── Married to Work ──
Trying to maintain a relationship throughout his life has always been a challenge and always posed a challenge. Therefore, he hasn’t attempted to have a relationship in over a decade. Knowing he can’t settle down for quite some time, Daniel would prefer a partner who either lives the fast life or doesn’t mind it. She would need to at least understand his position and cooperate with him.
IDEAL DATE
── Ready, Set, Go ──
Daniel isn’t one for restaurants or the movies. He would love it if he had a date on a race track or on the drag strip. Anything motorsport related, really. He’s not one to relax much and prefers the loud noises and the rushing feelings of the street.
RELATIONS
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MOTHER
── Down the Wrong Path──
There’s a specific reason why he has only lived with his father. After Daniel was old enough to know right from wrong, at five years old, his mother Emily Jordan started to do cocaine just so she could get those years back. Her boyfriend at the time, his father, was always busy with work and barely had any time to help her with Daniel. He could throw all the money in the world at her yet it wouldn’t help the exhaustion. She just wanted to be free again. Once her secret had risen to the surface, his father kicked her out and decided to take care of Daniel the best he could.
FATHER
── The Workhorse that Deserves a Break──
John Lewis Jr is the father of Daniel. He was very adamant about school and preaches about success. John is a traffic lawyer and is in the office all day. Pushing 50 now with almost 30 years of working, it’s about time he settled down. Daniel has no siblings.
BEST FRIEND
── Team Player ──
Daniel didn’t really have any best friends, however, all the friends that he was close to were the football teams he joined throughout school. It was like a band of brothers and even went undefeated in his senior year of high school. No matter where life has taken him, he’s never forgotten his teams.
BACKSTORY
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── The Fall From Grace──
Daniel Judah Lewis was born on May 8th, 1993 in central Miami. His mother, Emily, always took good care of him despite the exhaustion and irritation that comes with being a new mother. His father, John, always worked both in and out of the office as he tried his best to help his girlfriend. This went on for a few years, until he was in kindergarten and could somewhat take care of himself. His mother started to get into cocaine after being convinced that it could set her free; she got hooked. It wouldn’t be very long before her boyfriend found out and she was kicked to the curb. For John and Daniel, there was no turning back.
Throughout school his father always made him study. Getting through law school takes a lot of commitment, perseverance, and a dash of luck. He pressed these down into Daniel and even if he didn’t want it at times, the results showed. Daniel had almost all As throughout his education in middle and high school. He also took up football. At a young age he would always play with the kids around him, kicking the ball or even going to some games. While he wasn’t exactly a star at it, he was a team player and his teams always seemed to do good throughout the years.
Sophomore year is when he was introduced into the very legal drag scene. No, not the queen one, the racing one. The team and himself would take long cruises or go to the beaches and find strips of road they would race their cars around. It was thrilling to him, and thus began his rebellious phase. His father never found out about these late night shenanigans, going off with his friends to see cars and race, sometimes even stepping into a friend’s car and trying to race. You win some, you lose some. It was all in good fun though. During senior year he gets his license and for putting in the work to keep up with his studies and the football team, his father helps him get his first car. This was his first love, and he fell in love with Dodge.
After graduating high school he goes to the Army recruiting office to become an officer. They tell him that if he goes in the reserves they’ll pay for his college. Daniel agrees, and also agrees to go active once he has his bachelor’s degree. As he goes through college, he looks at different jobs within the Army. He comes across pilots and eventually the 160th SOAR. These mythical pilots were stuff of legend to Daniel and he was determined to become one. Officers must have a bachelor’s degree as well as passing Officer Candidate School to become a Second Lieutenant. He does just that. His father takes it very well and allows him to join the Army. As the years pass, Daniel gets his Bachelor’s in Business Administration in Entrepreneurship from the University of Miami by the age of 21. He goes through the 12 week OCS and is commissioned as an 2LT and is sent off to flight school.
The intense 32 week course felt like forever, yet Daniel got through it and got his wings. He then went on to Advanced Graduate Training which taught him how to fly the Chinook as well as the Blackhawk. It takes another 20 weeks. He applies for the 160th and gets accepted, soon going through the seven week training course and then Green Platoon which is another six weeks. Daniel was now a Nightstalker.
His first taste of action would come in 2014 in Yemen, flying in special operations to free hostages. It’s a success. The heart-racing activity sparked a flame in him, a flame that hasn’t been put out to this day. He could continue to be deployed in the War on Terror, infiltrating enemy lines and extracting those that needed it. After around a year and a half he’s promoted to Captain. Captain Lewis would serve his country and fellow special operators for another four years before being honorably discharged with a bronze star for being able to extract his fellow fighters very quickly, even helping out by providing cover fire himself from his helicopter.
Wanting that same feeling he had while in Yemen, he goes to Quantico in Virginia and trains to become an FBI agent. He succeeds and goes on to specialize in domestic counterterrorism. It was here that he learns how to locate, track, and guide units to neutralize a suspected terrorist. It would be a few years before he goes to become a member of the HRT. Since he has a background in flying, he does just that. He flew the Blackhawk wherever they needed and watches from the rooftops as the teams raid possible terrorist hideouts, work out hostage rescues and flew MD 500s in manhunts. He eventually goes in to become an operator and he passes the qualifications. He was finally boots on the ground. Former Captain Lewis now helped the team rescue hostages and such from banks, stores, and even schools. He also participated in manhunts for counterterrorism. He was recommended for the Fly Team, however, he declined.
Leaving the Army and then the FBI was a breath of fresh air, and a new chance to finally have a life at the age of 29. He decides to move continents and brings his Challenger with him. He leaves 90% of the money he’s gathered up to this point with his father and goes to beautiful Japan to live a new life. A few months after moving to Atami, he’s brought into a local crime scene after a run-in with some gangsters and he manipulates the head of the criminals with his offerings. His skill set for his life.
He drove for his life, using what he’s learned in the FBI to transport various very legal items across Japan. This catches the eyes of the Yakuza in Tokyo and he’s then snached up by the crime syndacite. His role now was mainly still transporting different means of profit for the crime lords, or getting rid of something they did. It was a whole new feeling of excitement for him and deep down he enjoyed being the criminal for once. Long gone were the days of Captain Lewis. Now, there was Gaijin.
He now has relocated to the mainland in South Korea as ordered by the Yakuza to go and get the feel for the land. Who knows what will be waiting for him there.
NOTES
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Hi there, Fear here. So, this is my first true character in about five years. I tend to be as realistic as possible and so I tend to go over the top. That’s okay with me. A little nitpicky thing, in order for flight school to be paid for one must commit ten years of service. I’m not making my character in his 40s for the sake of realism. I’m not going to rip out the FBI section. I also don’t know the whole transfer into the FBI and the ins and outs of that. The FBI site is vague as you can imagine.
This OC is HEAVILY based off of Alex Terrible. He's my idol. The face claim is his 2022 hair but the 2020 beard. There's no picture for that so here's links to videos of him.
2020 Beard: /external.php?l=/external.php?l=https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaJ5CI3A9qc
2022 Haircut: /external.php?l=/external.php?l=https:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=ak8-Mpb54JM&t=89s
Please note that he's a metal vocalist and there is a lot of screaming with weird facial expressions, at least in the second video.
Template credit goes to: TEUSS
aminoapps.com/c/virtual-space/page/user/teuss/kVI4_fpnxPoa0qvq2xknjEzDQNmw8K
Tootles.
Masaru's Abilities Plans
[As time passes, the Jutsu Masaru starts with grows stronger.]
Masaru Pre-War/Pre-Death Abilities:
(Notes: Unofficial Chuunin level, ages 6-16.)
Sharingan 1-3 Tomoe. Positive way, urging to protect Madara.
-Can see Chakra
-Greatly enhanced perception. Reading lips, mimicking all kinds of Jutsu. Can see fast-moving objects. Predictive capabilities.
Mangekyō Sharingan. Negative way, trauma of loss of Madara.
-Susano'o. Ribcage only. Looks like Madara's.
-Tsukuyomi. I talk about it in detail in his bio.
-Reverse time. Only for a few seconds. Once before 12 hour recharge.
-Unfortunately, it is unknown what each eye does. (I've looked hard).
Fire Jutsu:
Fireball Jutsu.
Phoenix Flower Jutsu. Shuriken not added.
Dragon Fire Justu
Great Fireball Shower. Maximum of five for now.
Lightning Jutsu:
Lightning Blade
Chidori
Sword of Kusanagi: Chidori. Shuriken and kunai.
Earth Jutsu:
Masaru Pre-War/Pre-Death Abilities:
(Notes: Unofficial Chuunin level, ages 6-16.)
Sharingan 1-3 Tomoe. Positive way, urging to protect Madara.
-Can see Chakra
-Greatly enhanced perception. Reading lips, mimicking all kinds of Jutsu. Can see fast-moving objects. Predictive capabilities.
Mangekyō Sharingan. Negative way, trauma of loss of Madara.
-Susano'o. Ribcage only. Looks like Madara's.
-Tsukuyomi. I talk about it in detail in his bio.
-Reverse time. Only for a few seconds. Once before 12 hour recharge.
-Unfortunately, it is unknown what each eye does. (I've looked hard).
Fire Jutsu:
Fireball Jutsu.
Phoenix Flower Jutsu. Shuriken not added.
Dragon Fire Justu
Great Fireball Shower. Maximum of five for now.
Lightning Jutsu:
Lightning Blade
Chidori
Sword of Kusanagi: Chidori. Shuriken and kunai.
Earth Jutsu:
Fear's Past [2023 Edition]
April 1st, 2001
I was born. Yes, my birthday is on April Fools day. I was a month early actually. When I was pulled out, there was no man next to my mother. Well, her age at least. My parents were divorced before I was born so I don't know much about my father. Just his name, Kenneth, and the state he resides in, Pennsylvania. I..was a f***ed up child, I won't lie. I had 3 open heart surgeries. This makes my heart beat faster than normal people's and I can't jog as long as other people can. I also have a joint in my left thumb that doesn't work. I can't bend the second half of it. But that's not important to my story. My life was fine for a few years..until I turned six..
There are three abuses that I have been forced to take. Verbal, physical, and psychological. Psychological abuse I guess is when someone convinces you're something that you're not. We'll get to that in a bit. When I was six, (I can't remember much really..) I would get an ass whooping all the time. Now, that's just punishment. Some people have to learn the hard way. Most people do in my opinion. But my mother beat me. She would slap my face, threatened to punch me, hit me with the nearest object, etc. Before I get to the one mini story, my mother convinced me I was a fatass for four years (6-10) I look pudgy when I sit down because that's relaxed muscle in my abdomen area. I don't exercise a lot really. But I currently weigh 115lbs. Fatass, right? I think not. This was the second house we lived in and she had her second bf. Marshall. Marshall, at the time, was a druggie and a gold digger. Her first one was a druggie. One day, my mother and I were doing P90X (A workout CD program). I couldn't do squats correctly. I would always tilt my back a bit forward. After countless tries and countless screams at me from my mother, she got so mad that she bit me for a good 20 seconds. I sh*t you not..she bit me. It left an oval bruise on it. Now, my mother told me to NEVER tell my grandma but I always did. I became depressed really quickly and tried to get as much attention as I wanted..negative or positive. I was that annoying kid that people hated. But at home..I was wearing a sad and depressed face. My mother would always ask why and I answered, 'I dunno.' Then she would scream at me, screaming the same question. The truth was..I never wanted to be around my mother. I had no way to channel my anger. The only time I did was when I yelled at my grandma. I knew she wouldn't hit me. I expressed my feelings in anger and hatred...
This one will be a short one since its just another abuse story. I was eight-ten when this happened and we were in our 3rd house. First let me introduce you to Trey. Trey and I were best friends at the time. But..my mother didn't like him all that much so I had to end the friendship. I went to the local park one day and I saw Trey and Trey saw me. We hung out a bit and then I came back home. My mother was half awake at the time when I got in. She asked me to make her a sandwich. Now at the time, I was too lazy to put mayo on my sandwiches. My mother didn't ask for mayo..just ham and cheese or turkey and cheese..I forget. I don't think she said mayo. I made it and gave it to her and she took a bite. She was still in bed at the time. She then chucked the sandwich at me and got up. She made her own sandwich and asked what I was doing at the park. I said I was hanging out with Trey. I forget the next part but she thought I was lying to her and started to scream at me. She then got a fork and threw it at me, prongs or stabby things first. I moved but it chipped some of my ear off. She then threw a milk jug at me and that hit me in the leg. And that was the end of it I think.
When I turned 11, my grandparents had enough. They called CPS (Child Protective Services) and this really cool guy came over and talked to me. My mom and her..5th boyfriend, Jimmy, were at the beach celebrating her birthday. I was at my grandparents. I can't really what happened during the weeks ahead but we had a court battle a month or two later. My mother lied to the judge, saying she didn't do anything to me. But, we had a photo of the bite mark from when I was six. That was the only thing that she admitted to. Cause we had proof. I had to stay in the deli with one of my uncles since no one under 18 was allowed inside the court room itself. Another one of my uncles was paying for my mother's lawyer so I lost all respect for him. We won after a few hours.
Second court battle a few months later...
My mother tried to fight to get custody of me and I had to stay in the deli again. I should point out that our lawyer was 15 grand each ($15,000) so it would be 30 Gs in total. I actually went to speak to the judge (really nice lady) alone in her office. We talked a bit and she said she couldn't charge her because evidence fades away over time. And all this was years ago. We won again but she sent me to a family reunification therapist for five months, once a week. Did nothing for me. She was a bitch. She was trying to get me back with my mother. I'm all like..'Hell to the no.' But she kept pushing it and it got annoying. The five months passed and I still do not wish to see my mother. F*** you mom! xD
Last year...
I had been living with my grandparents since the first court battle and life was good..until the detectives came. Yeah, one day two detectives came to our door. My grandma was at work and my grandpa is retired. I went into the garage and my grandpa went to go and talk to them. I can't remember much of what he said but I learned that he was looking at child p0rnography which is illegal. CPS came again and this time it was a woman. We went into my room and she asked my if I was being like touched or anything. And no, he wasn't. I'm fine. The closest thing of touching me was putting a frozen breakfast on my back. xD My grandpa packed his stuff and went to live with his niece or something. I rode with the CPS lady to her office and she contacted my grandma and told her all about this. The detectives took my grandpa's computer and they found a picture of a young boy on his computer. Like I said, I'm fine. After all this other stuff, he moved back in. But he f***ed up again and did it again. My grandma and I moved out to live with my aunt and uncle for 6-8 months.
While living with them, one of my aunt's disks in her spine popped out and was hitting her nerve. You know when you have muscle spasms? Imagine having that all day, all night, everyday. She recently got surgery so she's fine and she can walk on her own again. My grandma and I got our own place not far from my aunt and uncle's and we're living with two doggies. I also have the most wonderful and amazing girlfriend. ^-^ My life is now in a more happy stage now.
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Guys, my point is that you just need to wait it out. Life is too precious to throw away because you never know when something will happen. Sure, some bad things will happen. A lot of bad things will happen. But you never know when something good will come to you..
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In November of 2017 my uncle had a stroke caused by the doctor not keeping an eye on him. His pulse/o2 was in the fifties and had extreme hypertension. He was paralyzed from the belly button down. His initial stroke was so massive that until February he kept having smaller strokes throughout the night. From November to February I watched him from my loft. I watched him deteriorate slowly and painfully. I literally watched him die. Seeing him in active end of life was the hardest part for me. I walked into the back door from school and I see him groaning in pain, and my aunt administrating Morphine. When they told me what was happening I don’t believe I comprehended it at first, but then soon cried my eyes out. I knew that one of my most lively family members had a few days left to live. He did teach me one thing though. Don’t be afraid of death. Live your life how you want to, no matter the choices. My uncle didn’t care about anything because he knew that the only thing that was important was his friends and family. He knew his choices weren’t the best, but that didn’t stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted.
Ayo, but fast forward to 2019. My dumbass graduated high school with the transcript of freshman, freshman, junior, senior and still graduated with the boys. Yes, I failed freshman year and skipped sophomore year. I’m just that stupidly smart. I’ve been through some sh*t, been out of some sh*t. Helped some people, made some f***ing enemies.
I’m back with my mom now but I still live with my grandma. I got some mother f***ing dreams now from being a SWAT Medic to a psychiatric nurse to a flight nurse. I wanted to be in the Navy and be a SARC but my heart gave me the middle finger.
As you can see, my stupid ass is now just ‘no f***s given’ and f***ing angry. I don’t roleplay as much anymore but I’m trying to get back into it. Can’t believe I’ve been on this bullsh*t site for almost five years now.
Ay but lemme say this. Chase your dream. Excel at what you love. Don’t let nobody hold you down. Only you hold you down, trust me I know.
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Its now 2022. I got my Certified Nursing Assistant. I've been a CNA for two and a half years. Going for my EMT this month (August). I also exterior detail cars as a side thing.
Got my heart broken. I think about her everyday for a year now. I hate her, I have so much I just want to say for keeping me going like that for four f***ing years. I love her too though. She was the one.
F*** these women, just chase money. Money can't play games with you.
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I've been working in healthcare for three years now as a CNA, its been good but rough. I've done my fair share of 16 hour shifts almost back to back and even back to back before, I got a better job, and I've gone through EMT class. I'm scheduled to take my NREMT (National Registry Emergency Medical Technician) exam May 30th and I will be working as an EMT in California. EMT class is no f***ing joke, man, that sh*t's hard. After that I'm going to be starting the road to Practical Nursing school to become an LPN. My stepfather got accepted into Stanford and has gotten an Alpha and Omega award. I can't wait to be like my mom. She's the best paramedic I know and its surreal tat I'm going to be like her. Gonna be chasing my dream of working for like FEMA or an international aid company to help out during things like the earthquakes in Turkey; as well as become a flight medic. Maybe work on a Mercy ship or a military base as a civilian. SWAT medic is always an option too.
As of mid 2022, I've gotten back with my girlfriend that I ranted about. God, that was such a long and bad year but I needed it, we both did. I love her dearly, always had even through the hate. Hah, when she came back.. maaaan I've never screamed so damn much in ten minutes. I was so angry. It's okay though, we're good. No one will understand my feelings for her, but she's the one.
My best friend came back from Saudi Arabia and Kuwait being in the Army. He's changed now. He isn't crazy or anything like that, just changed. I plead whoever reads this, always check up on your best friends and say you love them. You never know when it'll be the last time. Other than that..
Life's good.
That’s all for now. Enjoy the song.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8CcTYsMHYU
I was born. Yes, my birthday is on April Fools day. I was a month early actually. When I was pulled out, there was no man next to my mother. Well, her age at least. My parents were divorced before I was born so I don't know much about my father. Just his name, Kenneth, and the state he resides in, Pennsylvania. I..was a f***ed up child, I won't lie. I had 3 open heart surgeries. This makes my heart beat faster than normal people's and I can't jog as long as other people can. I also have a joint in my left thumb that doesn't work. I can't bend the second half of it. But that's not important to my story. My life was fine for a few years..until I turned six..
There are three abuses that I have been forced to take. Verbal, physical, and psychological. Psychological abuse I guess is when someone convinces you're something that you're not. We'll get to that in a bit. When I was six, (I can't remember much really..) I would get an ass whooping all the time. Now, that's just punishment. Some people have to learn the hard way. Most people do in my opinion. But my mother beat me. She would slap my face, threatened to punch me, hit me with the nearest object, etc. Before I get to the one mini story, my mother convinced me I was a fatass for four years (6-10) I look pudgy when I sit down because that's relaxed muscle in my abdomen area. I don't exercise a lot really. But I currently weigh 115lbs. Fatass, right? I think not. This was the second house we lived in and she had her second bf. Marshall. Marshall, at the time, was a druggie and a gold digger. Her first one was a druggie. One day, my mother and I were doing P90X (A workout CD program). I couldn't do squats correctly. I would always tilt my back a bit forward. After countless tries and countless screams at me from my mother, she got so mad that she bit me for a good 20 seconds. I sh*t you not..she bit me. It left an oval bruise on it. Now, my mother told me to NEVER tell my grandma but I always did. I became depressed really quickly and tried to get as much attention as I wanted..negative or positive. I was that annoying kid that people hated. But at home..I was wearing a sad and depressed face. My mother would always ask why and I answered, 'I dunno.' Then she would scream at me, screaming the same question. The truth was..I never wanted to be around my mother. I had no way to channel my anger. The only time I did was when I yelled at my grandma. I knew she wouldn't hit me. I expressed my feelings in anger and hatred...
This one will be a short one since its just another abuse story. I was eight-ten when this happened and we were in our 3rd house. First let me introduce you to Trey. Trey and I were best friends at the time. But..my mother didn't like him all that much so I had to end the friendship. I went to the local park one day and I saw Trey and Trey saw me. We hung out a bit and then I came back home. My mother was half awake at the time when I got in. She asked me to make her a sandwich. Now at the time, I was too lazy to put mayo on my sandwiches. My mother didn't ask for mayo..just ham and cheese or turkey and cheese..I forget. I don't think she said mayo. I made it and gave it to her and she took a bite. She was still in bed at the time. She then chucked the sandwich at me and got up. She made her own sandwich and asked what I was doing at the park. I said I was hanging out with Trey. I forget the next part but she thought I was lying to her and started to scream at me. She then got a fork and threw it at me, prongs or stabby things first. I moved but it chipped some of my ear off. She then threw a milk jug at me and that hit me in the leg. And that was the end of it I think.
When I turned 11, my grandparents had enough. They called CPS (Child Protective Services) and this really cool guy came over and talked to me. My mom and her..5th boyfriend, Jimmy, were at the beach celebrating her birthday. I was at my grandparents. I can't really what happened during the weeks ahead but we had a court battle a month or two later. My mother lied to the judge, saying she didn't do anything to me. But, we had a photo of the bite mark from when I was six. That was the only thing that she admitted to. Cause we had proof. I had to stay in the deli with one of my uncles since no one under 18 was allowed inside the court room itself. Another one of my uncles was paying for my mother's lawyer so I lost all respect for him. We won after a few hours.
Second court battle a few months later...
My mother tried to fight to get custody of me and I had to stay in the deli again. I should point out that our lawyer was 15 grand each ($15,000) so it would be 30 Gs in total. I actually went to speak to the judge (really nice lady) alone in her office. We talked a bit and she said she couldn't charge her because evidence fades away over time. And all this was years ago. We won again but she sent me to a family reunification therapist for five months, once a week. Did nothing for me. She was a bitch. She was trying to get me back with my mother. I'm all like..'Hell to the no.' But she kept pushing it and it got annoying. The five months passed and I still do not wish to see my mother. F*** you mom! xD
Last year...
I had been living with my grandparents since the first court battle and life was good..until the detectives came. Yeah, one day two detectives came to our door. My grandma was at work and my grandpa is retired. I went into the garage and my grandpa went to go and talk to them. I can't remember much of what he said but I learned that he was looking at child p0rnography which is illegal. CPS came again and this time it was a woman. We went into my room and she asked my if I was being like touched or anything. And no, he wasn't. I'm fine. The closest thing of touching me was putting a frozen breakfast on my back. xD My grandpa packed his stuff and went to live with his niece or something. I rode with the CPS lady to her office and she contacted my grandma and told her all about this. The detectives took my grandpa's computer and they found a picture of a young boy on his computer. Like I said, I'm fine. After all this other stuff, he moved back in. But he f***ed up again and did it again. My grandma and I moved out to live with my aunt and uncle for 6-8 months.
While living with them, one of my aunt's disks in her spine popped out and was hitting her nerve. You know when you have muscle spasms? Imagine having that all day, all night, everyday. She recently got surgery so she's fine and she can walk on her own again. My grandma and I got our own place not far from my aunt and uncle's and we're living with two doggies. I also have the most wonderful and amazing girlfriend. ^-^ My life is now in a more happy stage now.
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Guys, my point is that you just need to wait it out. Life is too precious to throw away because you never know when something will happen. Sure, some bad things will happen. A lot of bad things will happen. But you never know when something good will come to you..
_________________________________________________________________
In November of 2017 my uncle had a stroke caused by the doctor not keeping an eye on him. His pulse/o2 was in the fifties and had extreme hypertension. He was paralyzed from the belly button down. His initial stroke was so massive that until February he kept having smaller strokes throughout the night. From November to February I watched him from my loft. I watched him deteriorate slowly and painfully. I literally watched him die. Seeing him in active end of life was the hardest part for me. I walked into the back door from school and I see him groaning in pain, and my aunt administrating Morphine. When they told me what was happening I don’t believe I comprehended it at first, but then soon cried my eyes out. I knew that one of my most lively family members had a few days left to live. He did teach me one thing though. Don’t be afraid of death. Live your life how you want to, no matter the choices. My uncle didn’t care about anything because he knew that the only thing that was important was his friends and family. He knew his choices weren’t the best, but that didn’t stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted.
Ayo, but fast forward to 2019. My dumbass graduated high school with the transcript of freshman, freshman, junior, senior and still graduated with the boys. Yes, I failed freshman year and skipped sophomore year. I’m just that stupidly smart. I’ve been through some sh*t, been out of some sh*t. Helped some people, made some f***ing enemies.
I’m back with my mom now but I still live with my grandma. I got some mother f***ing dreams now from being a SWAT Medic to a psychiatric nurse to a flight nurse. I wanted to be in the Navy and be a SARC but my heart gave me the middle finger.
As you can see, my stupid ass is now just ‘no f***s given’ and f***ing angry. I don’t roleplay as much anymore but I’m trying to get back into it. Can’t believe I’ve been on this bullsh*t site for almost five years now.
Ay but lemme say this. Chase your dream. Excel at what you love. Don’t let nobody hold you down. Only you hold you down, trust me I know.
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Its now 2022. I got my Certified Nursing Assistant. I've been a CNA for two and a half years. Going for my EMT this month (August). I also exterior detail cars as a side thing.
Got my heart broken. I think about her everyday for a year now. I hate her, I have so much I just want to say for keeping me going like that for four f***ing years. I love her too though. She was the one.
F*** these women, just chase money. Money can't play games with you.
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I've been working in healthcare for three years now as a CNA, its been good but rough. I've done my fair share of 16 hour shifts almost back to back and even back to back before, I got a better job, and I've gone through EMT class. I'm scheduled to take my NREMT (National Registry Emergency Medical Technician) exam May 30th and I will be working as an EMT in California. EMT class is no f***ing joke, man, that sh*t's hard. After that I'm going to be starting the road to Practical Nursing school to become an LPN. My stepfather got accepted into Stanford and has gotten an Alpha and Omega award. I can't wait to be like my mom. She's the best paramedic I know and its surreal tat I'm going to be like her. Gonna be chasing my dream of working for like FEMA or an international aid company to help out during things like the earthquakes in Turkey; as well as become a flight medic. Maybe work on a Mercy ship or a military base as a civilian. SWAT medic is always an option too.
As of mid 2022, I've gotten back with my girlfriend that I ranted about. God, that was such a long and bad year but I needed it, we both did. I love her dearly, always had even through the hate. Hah, when she came back.. maaaan I've never screamed so damn much in ten minutes. I was so angry. It's okay though, we're good. No one will understand my feelings for her, but she's the one.
My best friend came back from Saudi Arabia and Kuwait being in the Army. He's changed now. He isn't crazy or anything like that, just changed. I plead whoever reads this, always check up on your best friends and say you love them. You never know when it'll be the last time. Other than that..
Life's good.
That’s all for now. Enjoy the song.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8CcTYsMHYU