WIP, The Walking Dead (Lady A)
Name:
Robbie Longinus Akiyama
Aliases:
Bob
Age:
52
Birthday:
25/10/1963
Ethnicity:
African American
Birth Place:
Englewood, Chicago, Illinois, USA
Location:
On the way to Georgia
Gender:
Male
Major/Minor:
N/A
Occupation:
Homeless, previous gang leader
Languages:
American English
Height:
6"1
Weight:
81 kilograms
Build:
The fine line between fat and muscled
Eyes:
Deep brown eyes
Hair:
Greying hair
Skin Tone:
Dark
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Bob has two golden earrings that he wears as a lucky charm, a gift from his presumably deceased Aleina. Inscribed are the names of Shinku and Aleina, Father and Mother. He keeps them for respect to the deceased. As a catholic man, he wears a necklace with a finely made wooden cross although chipped under the right arm after a walker swiped at his chest. He has a scar right above his heart, a bloody gunshot wound from a rival gang and multiple scars on his elbows and knees, beaten after two years of travelling and constant attack from walkers.
This tattoo marks him as the leader of the 8th Street Leader. The gang was one of the more notorious gangs of Englewood. It was based around the downtown area, focusing on recruiting unstable youths into their fold. The gang likened themselves to Japanese culture and tattooed their members on the chest with an oni. This covers the chest area and stomach.
This marks a partner back when he was still living in a home. Layla Anderson was his soulmate, a fiery woman that loved him. Informed of his gang connections, she celebrated their anniversary of a year on the 2nd August, 2015. She was caught in a a drive by, falling into a coma and died ten days afterwards
This is a religious tattoo that he gained during his time in prison. This was when Bob was reconsidering the choices he had in life.
Kanji for kill. Branded after killing someone in the name of 8th Street.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Bob, from what people have met of him, is a very grandfatherly person. Kind, spritely and funny, he is the kind of person that tells tales of the olden days even though he is only a middle aged person. He isn't the type to shout nor the type to be silent. He is a down to earth, religious man with no such assumptions or stereotypes about anyone. When he is offended or angry however, he isn't the kind to hold back punches. Though he isn't the type to pick a fight but always seems to get into them almost once a week.
Inside however, Bob is a pretty broken man. Having lost contact to his neglecting family, lost his girlfriend in a drive by shooting when he was locked up in jail, his friends don't know that he still lives and most of his comrades in 8th Street are either dead or arrested for life. He has no fall back, no one to go to. He leads the lonely life of the homeless man, scarred and beaten with no place to stay. As one of the "dregs of society", he feels self-conscious when he is around richer folk and doesn't like going out of his comfort zone much.
After the Outbreak, he has gone deeper into himself. Surviving the horrors of being in a poor, highly populated ghetto in the middle of a city and then going through said city and then having to travel on his lonesome (except for his ever loyal Chubs of course without any help from any of the passing cars, he has become jaded. He keeps his kindness to strangers, always wanting to talk out of any situations he is in but he is very quick to anger. He is prone to shooting at a car as it passes him on the roads, either killing the driver or disabling the vehicle, enough time for him to loot them. He is almost angry all the time, clenched fists and distant eyes show how broken he has become.
The only things to cool him is his harmonica playing, Iaido practice and prayers, constantly praying at a constant murmur under his breath, almost shouting at the top of his lungs as he goes into battle. But he keeps smart, rarely getting into encounters and staying off the beaten track, knowing that his navigation skills are good enough. He used to stay off drugs but the temptation of taking adrenaline shots was too much for him, raiding store after store and stuffing them into his bag, giddily using then before an encounter. This addiction is slowly killing him.
He hears the voices of Layla, Aleina and Shinku almost constantly, looking down at him as he travels from place to place to reach Atlanta. This drives him to the point of rage sometimes and at rare times, almost to the point of committing suicide. The stress and constant, boring, nerve-wracking loneliness mixed with the adrenaline has triggered his Multi Personality Disorder. The voices in his head... He buries it. He buries it all for another day. He knows that one day he'll die from the stress, break down and kill himself in a fiery explosion. But his mentality is "Not today". He is waiting for the perfect moment to release himself from the hell that is Earth and plummet himself to Hell, to burn for his sins eternally until the end of time itself.
Habits:
Bob flips every table he sees in sight when angered. He also has the habit of staring into space.
Hobbies:
Hiking
Fears:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Pre Outbreak Skills:
Post Outbreak Skills:
Current Supplies:
Your First Walker Encounter:
As a homeless man, Bob had no home. No protection from the early walkers, rising in the morning. And so, he slept on the park bench, covered in a thin blanket, clutching his harmonica in his hand. He awoke as the sun rose, yawning before stretching his arms over his head, the movement shifting the blanket to the floor. There was barely anyone in the park and he was currently the only homeless man in the park. Later on, he speculated that it was that the rest of them fled or died. He blinked once as his eyes focused, staring at a dark shape under the shade of an oak tree. A diseased and bloodied walker stepped into the light.
Freezing in fear, his eyes widened. The walking corpse started to shuffle forward, mouth opened wide, a frightening moan escaping from it's gaping gob. It transfixed it's gaze towards Bob and the shuffle turned into a power walk in a second, hands reaching for him. As soon as the sicko started to run towards him, the homeless man scrambled to gather his stuff, stuffing his blanket into his bag and the harmonica into his pocket. He slung the bag through both of his arms before running away from the terrifying sight, entering into a street full of them, a gang of triads with firearms barreling down the street, firing hot lead into the crowd. The sound attracted more of them. "Well. Shit."
History Before Outbreak:
Bob was born in the ghettos of Chicago. Though damaged by ruthless gangs and drug lords, the area is still growing, due to a hard people and damn good police. Born into the streets, the little boy didn't know much about his biological parents. At the age of four, he was dropped on the steps of the head of a once powerful gang in the San Fran area. Shinku Akiyama, the so called "Last 8th Street Demon", a title that have confused many people who weren't aware of the name, was definitely surprised when he saw a small, sniffling child on his doorstep.
He sighed, his cold eyes renewed by the sight of such youthfulness. "Ahh, you are like me, eh? Left behind, sticking around while people move on. You're a loner like me." Shinku, then a comparatively young 44 year old, scratched his beard. "How about us two loners hang out for a while." The Japanese man took the young baby in. This changed both of their lives, for better or for worse? Well, depends on your perspective.
The years spent in the Akiyama household flew by, it was the childhood Bob never had really. His life became a happy blur and his days turn into a routine. He dropped into a routine with his technically adoptive father. He wakes up at 7:00 every morning and jogs around the block. When he arrives at 7:15, he will usually have to spray water at Shinku to wake him up for Iaido training. If the man was with Aleina, a comparatively young Caucasian woman that could be called Shinku's girlfriend and someone who Bob affectionately calls mother despite the bone crushing hugs he receives afterwards, he would drag his surrogate father out of bed and cover Aleina's modesty.
After an hour of training with Shinku, Bob gets ready for school. This early morning routine repeated day after day, not that he minded. Until one day.
Bob returned from his final day of High School. The school he attended wasn't bad, it was quite an alright school. He wanted to tell his father about his test results. He had studied for the test extremely hard with Aleina, having wanted to become some sort of biologist when he grew up. It was something to strive for, so worked he did. Graduation was also a blast. He entered the living room to see a horrifying sight.
Shinku had committed seppuku. At least that's what it seemed like. A letter was on the ground next to his dead body.
If you are reading this, then I am dead. I have gone the honourable way, the way of the samurai. I do hope that you who are reading this is Aleina, not you Robbie. Aleina, you are my love and the only woman that could ever stand being with me. Take care of Robbie for me please? Bob, if you are reading this, I am sorry. I cannot live with living this life anymore. Being a loner. Forgotten by the world. The word 8th Street was supposed to be a feared name and I ruined it by continuing my cowardly ways. My dad was a premier Demon and my whole heritage hailed from 8th Street. Really, if you think about it, there is no place in the galaxy for a Demon. But I want to give the reigns to you, Robbie. Don't make the same mistake I made where I left the 8th Street name to die. I beg you to make a new gang. Better, fiercer and more feared than the last. If you don't, you're rejecting a dead man's wish :P.
Hugs, kisses and all that shit. Shinku.
Bob left the scene of the seppuku, openly crying and breaking down, calling the local hospital to pick Shinku's body up. He assumed that Aleina hadn't come back from work so he didn't bother with going to her, only leaving a small note on the door. She wouldn't like what the boy was going to do, and he didn't have the courage to deny her to her face. He packed up and scoured the city for a new home, somewhere to live and build up his legacy. His brotherhood. His 8th Street Demons.
Robbie started out small, doing the odd job or two, robbing small stores and pick pocketing. He also began to spy on his opposition. There were the Crewz, a primarily African American group gang led by a man called Jay. They were quite a big gang, lots of territory and lots of money. They pale of course to the biggest gang in San Fran, "Drummond&Co", a foreign syndicate wanting to dip their fingers into Chicago's growing drug trade and criminal activity
It started off slow due to Drummond&Co beginning to take out any competition. The so called "Gang War" erupted in Chicago between the Crews and Drummond&Co, famously known because of the police effectively turning a blind eye to the various battles erupting in the mega city. Because of this, being the leader of an amateur gang wasn't the best. Gangs were absorbed left, right and centre, both big shot gangs wanting to get bigger and bigger to defeat the other.
As the war escalated, Bob began to seek for some men of his own. Because of the way the war was going, there were a lot of previously powerful gangs left in tatters, leaving them looking for some sort of glimpse of the old days. The man slowly started to gather some allies, making some sort of army of his own. One day his right hand man Thaddeus Long, an ex-Triad member and now part of 8th Street, suggested something. "Sir." The Chinese man said "I believe we should create some sort of uniform or emblem for these Demons. This motley crew of dogs needs to be separated from the rest of the filth." He gestured to the group of all ethnicities, colours and genders. 8th Street wasn't just made up of one ethnic group, there was a whole lot of different races.
Bob eventually agreed to Thadeus' ramblings of a uniform. Though not in a way the man expected. He made it compulsory to wear a red headband around the head at all times to signify their alliance with the Demons. There was Japanese Kanji on every single one of them, saying their rank and name. Rank worked like a number system. The higher respect and honour you have, the higher your number. So on Robbie's red band, it had the Kanji for 58 on it while some of the new recruits had the number 1 on it. It was also compulsory to learn the ways of Iaido, even those who complained that it was a dying art and "obsolete" in the age of guns. He smacked them with his bokken.
The 8th Street Demons grew under the other two, feeding from their crumbs and growing in power. They got most of their revenue from drug trafficking, money laundering and transport of illegal goods. They only snipped away at the other two big gangs, stealing a container there and stealing from a store they were getting income from. The gang eventually grew and grew until a huge 5000 members made it that they couldn't hide any longer.
Bob released the horde. From every chapter house, club and store the Demons hid in, poured member after member, surprising the various Crewz hangouts. They were eventually overwhelmed and in two days, the Crewz were no more. He turned to Drummond&Co but found that they were no more. They upped and left San Fran. He now had a monopoly on the city and was immediately robbed of it.
The police, their chief replaced by a man from Upper San Fransisco, began a series of crackdowns on gangs. Unfortunately for Bob, he was targeted first. Sleeping in the home of his girlfriend Layla, he was raided by an armed police force. Not risking a shoot out when the love of his life was there, he gave up his pistol and illegally acquired assault rifle to the police. He made sure not to leave many connections with the Demons, the only evidence that he was even apart of 8th Street was the headband he fondly places on his bedside table.
Charged on possession of an illegal firearm and connections with a highly dangerous gang, Bob was put in prison for a very long time. Thaddeus was more obvious with his connections and was suspected as the gang's leader. He was executed by electric chair for murder, aggravated assault, possession of illegal firearms, possession of illegal drugs, prostitution and connections to an aggressive and dangerous gang. These crackdowns wore the Demons down until every member was either gone from West Side, locked up in jail and in a few cases, placed in Death Row.
Bob was out of prison with no money, no job and no one to come back to. Layla had been killed by vengeful former Crewz members. He had lost communication with Aleina ever since he was placed into jail. He was now homeless and alone. And so, the former (and secret) leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in America was now reduced to the soup kitchens and cardboard beds. The vacuum that was left when 8th Street was dismantled was filled with some enterprising Triad offshoots, several drug cartels and upstart ethnic gangsters.
History Since Outbreak:
The Triads provided a very effective distraction tool for Bob as the sickos kept coming at them. It was bloody terrifying, the sight of diseased, bloodied, deformed corpses walking the streets of Englewood and presumably Chicago. He took a step forward and snapped a twig. Now if it wasn't so unfair and cliché that one of the sickos heard him snapping a twig while there was literal gunfire a few meters ahead of it, he would've shouted out something about "movie logic" and how it was "misrepresenting how much a reanimated corpse could hear". Instead, the homeless man just said one word. "Oh fuck" Okay, he said two then. Does "Oh" even count? Never mind.
He span around, snapping even more twigs and attracting more sickos towards him. He was in real trouble now, the twig snapping escalated. What kinda park had these many twigs in their premises anyways? Oh yeah. West side. The nearest sicko, a presumed pimp-turned-corpse, started to run at him, golden chain smacking against it's chest. Well, what was left of it. There was a kitchen knife sticking into it's "heart", scratch marks on it's face. If Robbie boy was looking, he certainly would've puked at the site. Terrifying buggers. Thankfully, our protagonist just kept running into the park. Unthankfully, he knocked into the walking corpse that he previously ran away from.
They both tumbled to the ground, the corpse trying to bite his face off. Him being the smarter of the two, the homeless man reached for a knife in his pocket and just stabbed the shit out of it, kicking it off him and kept running. And it continued like that for the rest of the day. Endless running, endless hiding, endless horrors. The sight of a child having her face bitten off by her parents, the sickos feasting on her corpse. A group of survivors surrounded by a mob and picked off one by one. The sound of screaming, wailing children as their elementary school was surrounded by a wall of corpses.
West and South side of Chicago had one of the worst hordes in the States. It was all due to inaction from the police. North side was almost a safe haven for the first few days of the Outbreak because of the evacuation of all law enforcement towards the North side, cutting off the other sections of the city. So while the undead festered in the poorer places of Chicago, the North side was taking a sip of tea and commenting how dreary the weather was.
It was a slaughterhouse. The dead ruled and blood flowed like rivers in the streets. It was utter and total confusion. People were trying to haul ass out of the city but there was a horrifying amount of sickos that seemingly came out nowhere. And that's what they referred to the walking undead. Sickos. Coined by one of the bitten patients in the Locker, a courtyard filled with the infected either willing or unwilling to be shot by some local police who stayed. "No escape de los psicópatas, hay escape para los malvados" which roughly translates to "No escape from the psychos, no escape for the wicked." These last words were heard by a near-deaf nurse who was treating the Hispanic man. She decided that "psicópatas" meant "sicko" and the term spread like wildfire as well as those famous last words. The Locker was eventually overrun, just like the rest of Chicago's poor districts.
Bob, after spending the first week living in an abandoned apartment room with limited supplies of food and water, had to make a tough decision. Either stay here in Chicago's West Side or try to escape the city. While deciding whether to go or not, he came across a Tibetan Mastiff puppy while exploring the complex, sobbing over the corpse of his mother. Not questioning why a family would ever consider buying a dog that could happily become bear hunters due to how big they were, the sight made his heart melt. The term "Chubs" was soon coined and Bob earned his partner for life. Carrying the little puppy with a baby harness, he escaped the city on foot.
From that statement, you would think it was a walk on the park. Like the sickos and bandits just let him go through. Well, the beginning of Bob's journey changed his entire life. Five. Fucking. Weeks. He tried and tried again, trying to find a way to go around the huge horde that seemed to pop out of nowhere. During this time, Bob trained Chubs as the dog grew bigger everyday. It was also during this time that he grabbed a smuggled AK-12 off the charred remains of a cartel leader
Minimal 4 paragraphs on how your character has survived up until this point.
Character Quote:
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil; For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff comfort me." - Plasm 23:4
"He who kneels before God can stand before anyone." - Ephesians 3:14
"No escape de los psicópatas, hay escape para los malvados" - The prison that was Chicago
"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." - The Three Mystic Monkeys
"I believe in the sun even if it isn't shining. I believe in love even when I am alone. I believe in God even when He is silent." - Scrawl text in a Nazi concentration camp
"A soldier knows. A soldier always knows. For we have seen the rapture and survived it. You need guns to do righteous work, Ajay… for every gun is a bible, for every bullet… a sermon. (…) And he said to them ‘Go forth into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole of creation.’ Mark 16:4" - Longinus, Far Cry 4
Theme Song:
A sinner through and through, all of us are.
How Many Walkers Have You Killed:
Too many to count
How Many People Have You Killed:
Enough for a man to be sent to hell twice
Why:
From bandits to rapists, murderers and thieves. Those who break his trust as well as those who leave him behind. All have experienced the sweet bite of death.
Anything Else:
He likes spelling it "T'sup".
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Robbie L. Akiyama
Character Summary
Name:
Robbie Longinus Akiyama
Aliases:
Bob
Age:
52
Birthday:
25/10/1963
Ethnicity:
African American
Birth Place:
Englewood, Chicago, Illinois, USA
Location:
On the way to Georgia
Gender:
Male
Major/Minor:
N/A
Occupation:
Homeless, previous gang leader
Languages:
American English
Appearance
Height:
6"1
Weight:
81 kilograms
Build:
The fine line between fat and muscled
Eyes:
Deep brown eyes
Hair:
Greying hair
Skin Tone:
Dark
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Bob has two golden earrings that he wears as a lucky charm, a gift from his presumably deceased Aleina. Inscribed are the names of Shinku and Aleina, Father and Mother. He keeps them for respect to the deceased. As a catholic man, he wears a necklace with a finely made wooden cross although chipped under the right arm after a walker swiped at his chest. He has a scar right above his heart, a bloody gunshot wound from a rival gang and multiple scars on his elbows and knees, beaten after two years of travelling and constant attack from walkers.
This tattoo marks him as the leader of the 8th Street Leader. The gang was one of the more notorious gangs of Englewood. It was based around the downtown area, focusing on recruiting unstable youths into their fold. The gang likened themselves to Japanese culture and tattooed their members on the chest with an oni. This covers the chest area and stomach.
This marks a partner back when he was still living in a home. Layla Anderson was his soulmate, a fiery woman that loved him. Informed of his gang connections, she celebrated their anniversary of a year on the 2nd August, 2015. She was caught in a a drive by, falling into a coma and died ten days afterwards
This is a religious tattoo that he gained during his time in prison. This was when Bob was reconsidering the choices he had in life.
Kanji for kill. Branded after killing someone in the name of 8th Street.
Left
Right
He gained these tattoos mourning the death of his beloved Layla. The one on the left signifies one of his greatest fears and the one on the right shows how it took the woman he most loved.
Right
He gained these tattoos mourning the death of his beloved Layla. The one on the left signifies one of his greatest fears and the one on the right shows how it took the woman he most loved.
Psychology
Kind * Unstable * Understanding * Conflicted * God-fearing * Suicidal * Righteous * Loner
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Bob, from what people have met of him, is a very grandfatherly person. Kind, spritely and funny, he is the kind of person that tells tales of the olden days even though he is only a middle aged person. He isn't the type to shout nor the type to be silent. He is a down to earth, religious man with no such assumptions or stereotypes about anyone. When he is offended or angry however, he isn't the kind to hold back punches. Though he isn't the type to pick a fight but always seems to get into them almost once a week.
Inside however, Bob is a pretty broken man. Having lost contact to his neglecting family, lost his girlfriend in a drive by shooting when he was locked up in jail, his friends don't know that he still lives and most of his comrades in 8th Street are either dead or arrested for life. He has no fall back, no one to go to. He leads the lonely life of the homeless man, scarred and beaten with no place to stay. As one of the "dregs of society", he feels self-conscious when he is around richer folk and doesn't like going out of his comfort zone much.
After the Outbreak, he has gone deeper into himself. Surviving the horrors of being in a poor, highly populated ghetto in the middle of a city and then going through said city and then having to travel on his lonesome (except for his ever loyal Chubs of course without any help from any of the passing cars, he has become jaded. He keeps his kindness to strangers, always wanting to talk out of any situations he is in but he is very quick to anger. He is prone to shooting at a car as it passes him on the roads, either killing the driver or disabling the vehicle, enough time for him to loot them. He is almost angry all the time, clenched fists and distant eyes show how broken he has become.
The only things to cool him is his harmonica playing, Iaido practice and prayers, constantly praying at a constant murmur under his breath, almost shouting at the top of his lungs as he goes into battle. But he keeps smart, rarely getting into encounters and staying off the beaten track, knowing that his navigation skills are good enough. He used to stay off drugs but the temptation of taking adrenaline shots was too much for him, raiding store after store and stuffing them into his bag, giddily using then before an encounter. This addiction is slowly killing him.
He hears the voices of Layla, Aleina and Shinku almost constantly, looking down at him as he travels from place to place to reach Atlanta. This drives him to the point of rage sometimes and at rare times, almost to the point of committing suicide. The stress and constant, boring, nerve-wracking loneliness mixed with the adrenaline has triggered his Multi Personality Disorder. The voices in his head... He buries it. He buries it all for another day. He knows that one day he'll die from the stress, break down and kill himself in a fiery explosion. But his mentality is "Not today". He is waiting for the perfect moment to release himself from the hell that is Earth and plummet himself to Hell, to burn for his sins eternally until the end of time itself.
Habits:
Bob flips every table he sees in sight when angered. He also has the habit of staring into space.
Hobbies:
Hiking
Fears:
- The voices in his head
- Men with no remorse, no mercy, filled with spite and hatred for the world and it's denizens
- Losing his best friend and only companion, Chubs
- Getting connected to people
Likes:
- His Harmonica
- Iaido kata
- Prayer
- God
- Children
- The stars
- Chubs
- The sound of people
Dislikes:
- The still silence
- His lonely journey
- Betrayal
- Insensitive people
- His own lack of discipline
- The anger simmering inside of him
Cards On The Table
Pre Outbreak Skills:
- Shooting - Assault Rifles (AR-15, AK-47u) and Handguns (Beretta, Revolvers)
- Intimidation tactics
- Torture
- Iaido
- Smuggling
Post Outbreak Skills:
- Assault Rifle
- Handguns
- Katana
- First Aid
- Basic Survival skills
Current Supplies:
- Bob currently has a pair of Nike shoes on, black trousers, a black polo shirt covered by a thick, grey hoodie. He has a cross around his neck, a beanie on his head and a broken watch in his pocket.
- AK-12 - 19 bullets left
- One Full Clip
- Katana
- Tibetan Mastiff - Chubs
- A bag of 10 adrenaline shots
- Five cans of food
- Half-full 2 litre water container
- A harness for
- Box of Matches - 10 matches
History
Your First Walker Encounter:
As a homeless man, Bob had no home. No protection from the early walkers, rising in the morning. And so, he slept on the park bench, covered in a thin blanket, clutching his harmonica in his hand. He awoke as the sun rose, yawning before stretching his arms over his head, the movement shifting the blanket to the floor. There was barely anyone in the park and he was currently the only homeless man in the park. Later on, he speculated that it was that the rest of them fled or died. He blinked once as his eyes focused, staring at a dark shape under the shade of an oak tree. A diseased and bloodied walker stepped into the light.
Freezing in fear, his eyes widened. The walking corpse started to shuffle forward, mouth opened wide, a frightening moan escaping from it's gaping gob. It transfixed it's gaze towards Bob and the shuffle turned into a power walk in a second, hands reaching for him. As soon as the sicko started to run towards him, the homeless man scrambled to gather his stuff, stuffing his blanket into his bag and the harmonica into his pocket. He slung the bag through both of his arms before running away from the terrifying sight, entering into a street full of them, a gang of triads with firearms barreling down the street, firing hot lead into the crowd. The sound attracted more of them. "Well. Shit."
History Before Outbreak:
Bob was born in the ghettos of Chicago. Though damaged by ruthless gangs and drug lords, the area is still growing, due to a hard people and damn good police. Born into the streets, the little boy didn't know much about his biological parents. At the age of four, he was dropped on the steps of the head of a once powerful gang in the San Fran area. Shinku Akiyama, the so called "Last 8th Street Demon", a title that have confused many people who weren't aware of the name, was definitely surprised when he saw a small, sniffling child on his doorstep.
He sighed, his cold eyes renewed by the sight of such youthfulness. "Ahh, you are like me, eh? Left behind, sticking around while people move on. You're a loner like me." Shinku, then a comparatively young 44 year old, scratched his beard. "How about us two loners hang out for a while." The Japanese man took the young baby in. This changed both of their lives, for better or for worse? Well, depends on your perspective.
The years spent in the Akiyama household flew by, it was the childhood Bob never had really. His life became a happy blur and his days turn into a routine. He dropped into a routine with his technically adoptive father. He wakes up at 7:00 every morning and jogs around the block. When he arrives at 7:15, he will usually have to spray water at Shinku to wake him up for Iaido training. If the man was with Aleina, a comparatively young Caucasian woman that could be called Shinku's girlfriend and someone who Bob affectionately calls mother despite the bone crushing hugs he receives afterwards, he would drag his surrogate father out of bed and cover Aleina's modesty.
After an hour of training with Shinku, Bob gets ready for school. This early morning routine repeated day after day, not that he minded. Until one day.
Bob returned from his final day of High School. The school he attended wasn't bad, it was quite an alright school. He wanted to tell his father about his test results. He had studied for the test extremely hard with Aleina, having wanted to become some sort of biologist when he grew up. It was something to strive for, so worked he did. Graduation was also a blast. He entered the living room to see a horrifying sight.
Shinku had committed seppuku. At least that's what it seemed like. A letter was on the ground next to his dead body.
If you are reading this, then I am dead. I have gone the honourable way, the way of the samurai. I do hope that you who are reading this is Aleina, not you Robbie. Aleina, you are my love and the only woman that could ever stand being with me. Take care of Robbie for me please? Bob, if you are reading this, I am sorry. I cannot live with living this life anymore. Being a loner. Forgotten by the world. The word 8th Street was supposed to be a feared name and I ruined it by continuing my cowardly ways. My dad was a premier Demon and my whole heritage hailed from 8th Street. Really, if you think about it, there is no place in the galaxy for a Demon. But I want to give the reigns to you, Robbie. Don't make the same mistake I made where I left the 8th Street name to die. I beg you to make a new gang. Better, fiercer and more feared than the last. If you don't, you're rejecting a dead man's wish :P.
Hugs, kisses and all that shit. Shinku.
Bob left the scene of the seppuku, openly crying and breaking down, calling the local hospital to pick Shinku's body up. He assumed that Aleina hadn't come back from work so he didn't bother with going to her, only leaving a small note on the door. She wouldn't like what the boy was going to do, and he didn't have the courage to deny her to her face. He packed up and scoured the city for a new home, somewhere to live and build up his legacy. His brotherhood. His 8th Street Demons.
Robbie started out small, doing the odd job or two, robbing small stores and pick pocketing. He also began to spy on his opposition. There were the Crewz, a primarily African American group gang led by a man called Jay. They were quite a big gang, lots of territory and lots of money. They pale of course to the biggest gang in San Fran, "Drummond&Co", a foreign syndicate wanting to dip their fingers into Chicago's growing drug trade and criminal activity
It started off slow due to Drummond&Co beginning to take out any competition. The so called "Gang War" erupted in Chicago between the Crews and Drummond&Co, famously known because of the police effectively turning a blind eye to the various battles erupting in the mega city. Because of this, being the leader of an amateur gang wasn't the best. Gangs were absorbed left, right and centre, both big shot gangs wanting to get bigger and bigger to defeat the other.
As the war escalated, Bob began to seek for some men of his own. Because of the way the war was going, there were a lot of previously powerful gangs left in tatters, leaving them looking for some sort of glimpse of the old days. The man slowly started to gather some allies, making some sort of army of his own. One day his right hand man Thaddeus Long, an ex-Triad member and now part of 8th Street, suggested something. "Sir." The Chinese man said "I believe we should create some sort of uniform or emblem for these Demons. This motley crew of dogs needs to be separated from the rest of the filth." He gestured to the group of all ethnicities, colours and genders. 8th Street wasn't just made up of one ethnic group, there was a whole lot of different races.
Bob eventually agreed to Thadeus' ramblings of a uniform. Though not in a way the man expected. He made it compulsory to wear a red headband around the head at all times to signify their alliance with the Demons. There was Japanese Kanji on every single one of them, saying their rank and name. Rank worked like a number system. The higher respect and honour you have, the higher your number. So on Robbie's red band, it had the Kanji for 58 on it while some of the new recruits had the number 1 on it. It was also compulsory to learn the ways of Iaido, even those who complained that it was a dying art and "obsolete" in the age of guns. He smacked them with his bokken.
The 8th Street Demons grew under the other two, feeding from their crumbs and growing in power. They got most of their revenue from drug trafficking, money laundering and transport of illegal goods. They only snipped away at the other two big gangs, stealing a container there and stealing from a store they were getting income from. The gang eventually grew and grew until a huge 5000 members made it that they couldn't hide any longer.
Bob released the horde. From every chapter house, club and store the Demons hid in, poured member after member, surprising the various Crewz hangouts. They were eventually overwhelmed and in two days, the Crewz were no more. He turned to Drummond&Co but found that they were no more. They upped and left San Fran. He now had a monopoly on the city and was immediately robbed of it.
The police, their chief replaced by a man from Upper San Fransisco, began a series of crackdowns on gangs. Unfortunately for Bob, he was targeted first. Sleeping in the home of his girlfriend Layla, he was raided by an armed police force. Not risking a shoot out when the love of his life was there, he gave up his pistol and illegally acquired assault rifle to the police. He made sure not to leave many connections with the Demons, the only evidence that he was even apart of 8th Street was the headband he fondly places on his bedside table.
Charged on possession of an illegal firearm and connections with a highly dangerous gang, Bob was put in prison for a very long time. Thaddeus was more obvious with his connections and was suspected as the gang's leader. He was executed by electric chair for murder, aggravated assault, possession of illegal firearms, possession of illegal drugs, prostitution and connections to an aggressive and dangerous gang. These crackdowns wore the Demons down until every member was either gone from West Side, locked up in jail and in a few cases, placed in Death Row.
Bob was out of prison with no money, no job and no one to come back to. Layla had been killed by vengeful former Crewz members. He had lost communication with Aleina ever since he was placed into jail. He was now homeless and alone. And so, the former (and secret) leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in America was now reduced to the soup kitchens and cardboard beds. The vacuum that was left when 8th Street was dismantled was filled with some enterprising Triad offshoots, several drug cartels and upstart ethnic gangsters.
History Since Outbreak:
The Triads provided a very effective distraction tool for Bob as the sickos kept coming at them. It was bloody terrifying, the sight of diseased, bloodied, deformed corpses walking the streets of Englewood and presumably Chicago. He took a step forward and snapped a twig. Now if it wasn't so unfair and cliché that one of the sickos heard him snapping a twig while there was literal gunfire a few meters ahead of it, he would've shouted out something about "movie logic" and how it was "misrepresenting how much a reanimated corpse could hear". Instead, the homeless man just said one word. "Oh fuck" Okay, he said two then. Does "Oh" even count? Never mind.
He span around, snapping even more twigs and attracting more sickos towards him. He was in real trouble now, the twig snapping escalated. What kinda park had these many twigs in their premises anyways? Oh yeah. West side. The nearest sicko, a presumed pimp-turned-corpse, started to run at him, golden chain smacking against it's chest. Well, what was left of it. There was a kitchen knife sticking into it's "heart", scratch marks on it's face. If Robbie boy was looking, he certainly would've puked at the site. Terrifying buggers. Thankfully, our protagonist just kept running into the park. Unthankfully, he knocked into the walking corpse that he previously ran away from.
They both tumbled to the ground, the corpse trying to bite his face off. Him being the smarter of the two, the homeless man reached for a knife in his pocket and just stabbed the shit out of it, kicking it off him and kept running. And it continued like that for the rest of the day. Endless running, endless hiding, endless horrors. The sight of a child having her face bitten off by her parents, the sickos feasting on her corpse. A group of survivors surrounded by a mob and picked off one by one. The sound of screaming, wailing children as their elementary school was surrounded by a wall of corpses.
West and South side of Chicago had one of the worst hordes in the States. It was all due to inaction from the police. North side was almost a safe haven for the first few days of the Outbreak because of the evacuation of all law enforcement towards the North side, cutting off the other sections of the city. So while the undead festered in the poorer places of Chicago, the North side was taking a sip of tea and commenting how dreary the weather was.
It was a slaughterhouse. The dead ruled and blood flowed like rivers in the streets. It was utter and total confusion. People were trying to haul ass out of the city but there was a horrifying amount of sickos that seemingly came out nowhere. And that's what they referred to the walking undead. Sickos. Coined by one of the bitten patients in the Locker, a courtyard filled with the infected either willing or unwilling to be shot by some local police who stayed. "No escape de los psicópatas, hay escape para los malvados" which roughly translates to "No escape from the psychos, no escape for the wicked." These last words were heard by a near-deaf nurse who was treating the Hispanic man. She decided that "psicópatas" meant "sicko" and the term spread like wildfire as well as those famous last words. The Locker was eventually overrun, just like the rest of Chicago's poor districts.
Bob, after spending the first week living in an abandoned apartment room with limited supplies of food and water, had to make a tough decision. Either stay here in Chicago's West Side or try to escape the city. While deciding whether to go or not, he came across a Tibetan Mastiff puppy while exploring the complex, sobbing over the corpse of his mother. Not questioning why a family would ever consider buying a dog that could happily become bear hunters due to how big they were, the sight made his heart melt. The term "Chubs" was soon coined and Bob earned his partner for life. Carrying the little puppy with a baby harness, he escaped the city on foot.
From that statement, you would think it was a walk on the park. Like the sickos and bandits just let him go through. Well, the beginning of Bob's journey changed his entire life. Five. Fucking. Weeks. He tried and tried again, trying to find a way to go around the huge horde that seemed to pop out of nowhere. During this time, Bob trained Chubs as the dog grew bigger everyday. It was also during this time that he grabbed a smuggled AK-12 off the charred remains of a cartel leader
Minimal 4 paragraphs on how your character has survived up until this point.
Extras
Character Quote:
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil; For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff comfort me." - Plasm 23:4
"He who kneels before God can stand before anyone." - Ephesians 3:14
"No escape de los psicópatas, hay escape para los malvados" - The prison that was Chicago
"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." - The Three Mystic Monkeys
"I believe in the sun even if it isn't shining. I believe in love even when I am alone. I believe in God even when He is silent." - Scrawl text in a Nazi concentration camp
"A soldier knows. A soldier always knows. For we have seen the rapture and survived it. You need guns to do righteous work, Ajay… for every gun is a bible, for every bullet… a sermon. (…) And he said to them ‘Go forth into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole of creation.’ Mark 16:4" - Longinus, Far Cry 4
Theme Song:
A sinner through and through, all of us are.
How Many Walkers Have You Killed:
Too many to count
How Many People Have You Killed:
Enough for a man to be sent to hell twice
Why:
From bandits to rapists, murderers and thieves. Those who break his trust as well as those who leave him behind. All have experienced the sweet bite of death.
Anything Else:
He likes spelling it "T'sup".
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