Changtzuzi Hanabusa

[Changtzuzi Hanabusa]

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ChangtzuziAzumamaro Hanabusa

You imitate the ostracized, put your head beneath the sand
Your cup it runneth over, must be rough to live so grand
You reap what you sew, you pay what you owe unless you bathe yourself in greed
You rob and you take, your world is fake
There's no honor amongst the thieves

~Vitals~

~Name:Changtzuzi Azumamaro Hanabusa
~Title: N/A
~Nicknames: N/A
~Age: 39
~Gender: Male
~Race: Human
~Planet of Origin: Changtzuzi was born on a ship, and lived his entire life hopping from one planet to the next.
~Sexuality: Heterosexual
~Faction: Neutral
~Reputation: Changtzuzi was once a respected criminal, but has since fallen off the grid. He had a falling out, but still remained loyal to the 11th Habushi Ronin Gang.
~Specialty: N/A
~Former Life: Changtzuzi was a Death Enforcer of the 11th Habushi Ronin Gang, before he got a little too cocky for his own good.

~In Combat~

~POWERS:

^N/A

~Weapons and Equipment:

• A single well crafted Katana
  
• Chrome 9mm pistol with an extended barrel, magazine, and full automatic function
  

~Skills:

• Well trained with a sword and firearms, mostly Kendo and Kenjutsu
  
• Well trained with martial arts
  
• Crafty and able to handle the life of a criminal
  
• Very resourceful
  
• Cautious and able to read people to an extent
  

~Former training: Being a gang member since before he was a teenager, Changtzuzi was trained in the traditional and ceremonial ways of the katana, mostly with Kenjutsu and Kendo. He learned to fire weapons and kill at a later age when he was required to. Other than that, he's no soldier.

~A Face to Fear~

~Height:
~Weight: 5'11
~Hair Color: Black
~Hair Style: Shaved
~Eye Color: Hazel
~Play-By: Louis Ozawa Changchien
~Clothing Style: The 11th Habushi Ronin Gang is a "professional" gang, and so they wear rather formal attire. Changtzuzi wears a charcoal gray three piece suit with an aqua colored tie and a black dress shirt, with the vest, trousers, and jacket all charcoal gray. His shoes are black, but he rarely wears shoes, and in times when he needs to devote himself to combat he generally sheds his shirts as well.
~Distinguishing Features: Changtzuzi is missing his little finger and his ring finger on his left hand, from where he had to cut them off as part of yabitsume.
Changtzuzi's entire torso is covered in tattoos.(Some of them may be seen in his picture at the top).


~OVERALL APPEARANCE:

Changtzuzi is averagely built, and he isn't ripped with muscles either. He is rather fit, but he is by no means buff or huge. He has a little bit of fat on him, but he is rather slim. His body is covered in tattoos, some show samurai on horseback, others are cherry blossom trees, amongst others. He is missing two fingers on his left hand from where he had to cut them off. He keeps his head shaved, and has a little black stubble on his face, but doesn't have a beard.
Generally speaking, he's a rather average looking person. He has no striking features that make him stand out in a crowd or catch someones eye. He has a lot of scars from years in his line of work, but some of them are on the inside and can't be seen.

~Beneath the Exterior~

~Likes:

• Peace and Quiet
  
• Swords
  
• Meditating
  
• Reflecting
  
• Running Water
  
• Getting things done
  
• Being alone
  
• Beaches
  
• Being barefoot
  
• Sake
  

~Dislikes:

• Rowdy outlaws
  
• Thieves
  
• The Force
  
• Liars
  
• Dishonor
  
• Disobedience
  
• Loud mouths
  
• People who don't think before they act
  
• Crying babies
  
• Beer
  
• Cowards
  

~Fears:

• Being dishonored
  
• Repeating his past mistakes
  
• Being useless
  

~Weaknesses:

• He is a human, he has no super human strength or strange powers
  
• Sometimes he is too obedient, although not to strangers
  
• Favors his sword over his pistol, making him susceptible to gun fire
  
• Unarmored
  
• More of a loner, making his list of allies a little short
  

~Strengths:

• Obedient
  
• Straight forward
  
• Well trained
  
• Honest
  
• Evasive and Experienced
  

~Goals:

• Regain his honor
  
• Live through the turbulent times
  

~Hobbies:

• Meditating and Reflecting
  
• Practicing with his sword
  
• Collecting swords
  
• Doing what he's told
  
• Walking barefoot, or going on long walks
  
• Enjoying the miracles of nature
  
• Smelling flowers
  

~OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Changtzuzi was a rather friendly man during his eary days in the 11th Habushi Ronin Gang. He was boisterous and fun loving. People enjoyed having him around. He was the typical "nice guy gangster" with plenty of back slaps and inside jokes. He eventually grew grim, however, after he talked a little too much and was forced to cut off his two fingers as repayment and as an act of apology.

Now he's quieter, talking when he needs to or when the situation calls for it. He enjoys the smaller things in life, althoug he's by no means all knowing, wise, or anything like that. He doesn't revel in the thrill of killing, he only does it because it's required of him. He doesn't look for a new challenging opponent, it's just another person to kill. He's very insightful and although not always pleasant to be around, one doesn't have to worry about being betrayed. He's straight forward and to the point, he doesn't believe in scheming or using people. They're allies or enemies, enemies die, allies get aided.

~Rap and History~

~Mother: Mia Doromo
~Father: Chinchiuen Harabusa
~Siblings: N/A
~Other relations: N/A
~Companions: N/A


~OVERALL HISTORY:

Changtzuzi was born on a ship to pilgrim parents. They flocked from one planet to another, selling what they could and always looking for places to prosper. Chang never really found a home planet or roots to relate to. He was always on one ship or another. His mother and father were poor, but they got by on what they had.

In order to find some sort of constant, Chang joined the 11th Habushi Ronin Gang, an industrial and rather "professional" gang that was into pirating, drug dealing, and anything else in order to profit from the 200 year war. They owned corporations that flourished throughout the galaxy. At first it was just something to be a part of, something to relate to with others. As the years grew on, however, he was soon inducted into the gang and left his parents at the age of 10.

The gang became his family, and his parents were actually proud of him. They believed that if that was what he was to be good at, then it was a good thing. For the first 8 years of his gang life he was a messenger and courier, relaying messages and packages to different parts of the gang on different planets and cities. Then he was a soldier, fighting to ensure that the gang's funds were protected during the war. He killed Aengels, Fallen, and the Force in equal measure to make sure that his family was safe and prosperous.

When he turned 30, he shared a drink with one of the fathers of his chapter. It made them family. He became a Death Enforcer, one of the members of the gang that made sure that no one wanted to betray the family. If someone was stealing, leaking information, or just making a bad name for the family, he would take care of them. For awhile he was part of the Black List, hunted by groups of Fates.

Then he talked too much, said the wrong thing to the wrong person, that wrong thing being some information about the family, the gang, and the wrong person being a Fate. An entire chapter suffered for his transgressions, hundreds perished because of his mistake. His new father, Yojini, forced him to commit an act of yamitsume, cutting off his little finger and his ring finger as an act of punishment and apology. He grew silent from then, no longer the joker that he used to be. He took his job seriously with grim determination and obedience.

It wasn't until after these events that he found the nerve to be able to kill a Fate. A rare accomplishment indeed. He didn't do it alone, but he was able to muster the courage and resolve to do it. As the Force grew closer to dissolving his chapter, he was instructed to leave. He was a liability. Yojini assured him that others like him could protect the chapter while he was away, but the chapter couldn't risk him talking again.

Since then he has kept distant contact with the 11th Habushi Ronin Gang, but mainly sticks to himself to avoid being detected by the Force.

~Writing Sample~

Thud! Crack

Blood spurted from his lips and gushed from his nose as the fist pummeled him one more time. His arms hung limply at his sides, stretched out like broken wings that would not allow him to fly away. Blood coursed down his arms from his collar bone and mouth. His once white teeth were now pink from the blood and vomit that sloshed in his flagellated mouth. His lips cracked and split, his nose was crooked and made a slight whistling as he tried to breathe through the broken airway. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as another knuckle-led barrage pounded him in the forehead.

A small choking noise.

"Tell. Squeal. TELL US DEVIL!"

He mustered all of his strength, letting oxygen rush in through his flooded mouth, choking as he did so, feeling his muscles fill with energy. His eyes no longer rolled in the back of his head uselessly, they glared defiantly at the bearded man who loomed over him, and then to the woman who had him propped up over her leg as if she were a table. His eyes shifted back to the inquisitor, the Fate, and he spat his mouth full of fluid at him in defiance. The man closed his eyes and wiped his face with a white cloth before delving into his cloak and retrieving a large syringe with a needle the length of a human hand.

"If you won't tell us now...You will soon..."

The needle sank, as he watched with horror, into his chest, down past his ribs into his heart where it emptied into his ventricles. Soon the concoction was pulsing through his veins thicker than oil. He was already concussed, but the world became even dimmer, his head was fuzzy and he grew dizzy. He puked what was left in his stomach, mostly his own blood, onto his chest. It ran off of him like rain on a roof, dripping onto the floor and the woman's leg. His muscles were no longer his. He knew he wanted to command them...He wanted to spit at the man again to demonstrate his defiance, but he could not. And then it spilled out of him...

The information came out of his mouth...His honor came out of his soul...

[Catalyst Echo]