Here it is. Sorry for being late. I hope it's worth the read. 

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[b][u]Basic Information[/u][/b]
[u]Full Name:[/u] Aaron Yuuto Kasamatsu
[u]Birthdate:[/u] March 14, 2067. 
[u]Place of Origin:[/u] Portland, Oregon. 
[u]Ethnicity:[/u] Japanese-American.
[u]Gender:[/u] Male. 
[u]Age:[/u] 27. 
[u]Height:[/u] 5'11"
[u]Weight:[/u] 180 lbs
[u]Eye Color:[/u] Brown. 
[u]Occupation:[/u] Professional Boxer, suspected hitman, business owner. 

[b][u]Criminal Background[/u][/b]
[u]Residential District:[/u] The Capital 
[u]Current Charge:[/u] Murder (5 Counts) 
[u]Criminal Penalty:[/u] 2 Life Sentences 
[u]Criminal Record:[/u] 
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[*] Disorderly conduct, Assault - June 17, 2082 *Over-Turned* 
[*] Disorderly conduct, Assault - December 20, 2083 *Over-Turned* 
[*] Disorderly conduct, Grand Theft Auto - February 16, 2084 *Over-Turned* 
[*] 5 Counts of Murder - February 17, 2092 *Currently serving two life sentences*
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[b][u]Personal[/u][/b]
[u]Appearance:[/u]
Just shy of six feet tall, Aaron is a fairly tall and can be considered a stocky individual, capable of appearing menacing when in a fight, yet not rough-looking enough to arouse any sort of suspicion. He is well built and muscular, dark-haired with a fairly sharp jawline. Aaron has long hair which he ties together while letting the front portion of his hair near his forehead flow downwards slightly around his face. The man consists of bushy eyebrows and has very dark brown hair, sometimes appearing brown in the light. There is also a mole that resides about an inch from Aaron's left nostril, directly next to his nose though not close enough to reach his cheekbones. 

[u]Relatives:[/u]
Naoko Kasamatsu (father), Airi Kasamatsu (mother), Michael Shiro Kasamatsu (older brother), Dennis Isas Kasamatsu (younger brother), Erica Matsuko Kasamatsu (younger sister). 

[u]Personality:[/u]
Meticulous as he is intelligent, Aaron is easily able to cover up his trails and is therefore a careful man. Able to keep his wits and emotions to himself and is said to have a distinct poker faced expression about him. He is a serious man, often being regarded as 'having no sense of humor' and quite often wishes to remain an anonymous phantom, not seen as human. Despite being a killer-for-hire, Aaron has a code of morals he follows, though hardly having any conscious of his own. 

[u]History:[/u]
Born to a lower-middle class community, many could say that Aaron grew up easily in the urban neighborhoods of Portland though this community was often known for occasional gangs of rough boys who sought to create havoc in the area. He was raised in an eastern Asian community, a small bastion of mixed ethnic groups including Chinese, Cambodian, Korean, and Japanese migrants who flooded Oregon during the 2060's. Aaron was, like his siblings, born into American society 

Aaron was always known for being a petty trouble-maker. At age eleven, he was caught by his mother cell-phones she knew he had stolen along with other devices or digital mediums that were crammed under his bed. The boy had managed to figure a way to make phones he had stolen untraceable by installing a VPN and deep-cleaning the storage units and any peripheral that could contain anything that could trace back to him. Doing this, kept a keen interest for Aaron in technology. Though he did well in school, Aaron always sought any opportunity he could to earn money from anything he could get away with. For the most part, he had a comfortable lifestyle, often getting away from committing crime and often using his grades as an alibi to cover up his trail. A varsity athlete, who took honors classes. Who would possibly ever notice it was him? It is during this time Aaron used his innocent looks to often evade any suspicion. 

At age 18, Aaron joined the Army instead of going off to college at the University of Southern California to study Computer Science like he had originally planned though life had a different turn for him. It is in the Army where he discovered to have an aptitude for marksmanship and was subsequently placed into a Special Forces Unit directly designed for sharpshooters such as himself. That shred of his life would change him forever as he began to become all the more experience at killing, Aaron used this opportunity to use this gift in order to hone himself as a professional hitman. 

After the Army, Aaron decided to choose a career as a boxer, surly all of those years growing up taking Boxing and Jiu Jitsu classes, along with the Special Forces training would serve him well as a fighter. Though contemplating whether or not to practice MMA or Boxing, Aaron chose boxing as a career seeing that he saw himself as a better striker than a wrestler. Though while being a boxer, Aaron caught the dark eyes who those who wanted to use his powers in their own pursuits of eliminating rivals in exchange for a sum of money. Seeing that he was in need of money at the time, Aaron took this job without hesitation and thus began his life as a professional assassin along with being a boxer. This time, it was his opportunistic portion of his consciousness that drove him to a lifestyle of crime and gambling, a life that easily drove him into the criminal underworld were he would make himself a name, or at least for a while. 

It was at the height of his career when Aaron was finally dubbed "The Phantom Shooter", a professional hitman who killed all throughout the United States and beyond. He killed Mob-bosses, politicians, and anyone who he was essentially employed by. Even Aaron himself cannot tell the amount of people who has killed during his professional career as a murderer-for-hire. In order to cover up his crimes, Aaron started several businesses where he would quite often launder money before stacking it to the Stock Market, where upon hiring a corrupt Stock Broker, would easily make up the money needed for complete discretion. However, his time as a professional killer ended when he was 25 years old after murdering five men in Chicago during the great Eastern Street War, a crime war waged by crime families throughout the east coast. He was ratted out, and brought to justice where upon coming to this city, a place to yet make another name for himself. 

[b][u]RP Info[/u][/b]
[u]Password:[/u] Cheesecake
[u]Sample RP:[/u]
[i]Just two more...[/i] Aaron could remember telling himself during the late hours of dusk. Twilight had just crept into the night as the hired hitman moved across the city like a phantom, avoiding security surveillance of the luxury apartments that stood carefully above him. Even with the EMP field being deployed to delay and glitch the cameras, Aaron had to be careful, even wearing a mask. He leaped through rooftop after rooftop, a task that took a little over two hours to avoid being detected before reaching his objective. 

Across the building in front of him was were his target lay, Aaron knew him by his face as he made himself see before. He looked like no gangster, he was an educated man, though mainly a man who gave the order to kill rather than do any dirty work himself which is what Aaron despised from him. A man who can order a death at the whim of his consciousness can easily forget what death can truly be like unmasked behind the people and the cameras. "The Duke" they called him, a Lieutenant in [i]Los Manos Negros[/i] drug cartel of Chicago, a Puerto Rican gang, known for their severity and their pernicious silence. They were a careful group of individuals, only consisting of a couple hundred member, many of them well-educated and filled with connections, virtually untouchable. Like the Russians, they had a handful of connections as well as educated and violent individuals who had taken control of the city along with the many African American dealers who resided in the large city. 

Aaron carefully jumped the three foot gap between both buildings and rather than making his way through the fire escape, Aaron carefully made his way to the door leading to the stairway and there, he waited. As he listened carefully, he heard footsteps approaching and a man speaking in Spanish, a language he could only understand slightly. He remembered the man saying he would wait as the Duke made his way to the apartment. Aaron had already known the Duke for being a careful and paranoid man, though the way the guard spoke, his demeanor was a rather friendly one, as if they had grown accustomed to hanging out often. Nonetheless, he had a job to do and if this guard he would be thrown under the sea for was in his way, he would have to kill him. 

Aaron could hear the man just were he might expect him to be a floor below him, where the top-floor luxury apartment would be. Judging by the man's voice, Aaron could tell that the man's back had turned, slithering his way down the stairs, Aaron approached the man from his rear as he made his way past the stairs. He was a fat man, probably standing at 6'3" who Aaron knew he had to take down quickly. The amiable conversation faded as Aaron focused on the man, contemplating on how he could take down this man as he has done many times before. The only words he heard this man was the complaint he projected of the constant breaking up of the phone-call, most probably due to the EMP field. As soon as the man hung up, Aaron sprung at the man, using what he learned in his Jiu Jistu and Boxing classes when he was young on this man who had been significantly larger than he was. 

The man then lay face down on the floor, having just been slammed there, while Aaron pulled out his dagger from his boot, poking at his neck. His coach would have been proud to see that take-down, though egregious to see the reason for beating the man who had just stood in the way of Aaron, not to mention what he was going to do to him next. The guard struggled, keeping his hands open as if to gesticulate and show that he was harmless, hoping for mercy of some kind. Moaning like a child, he began to plead for his life. Covering the man's mouth even tighter, Aaron dug his sharp dagger deep into the guard's throat, sawing from one side of his neck to the other. It was a bloody smile just below his chin that leaked from his neck and seeped onto the black marble floor below him. 

As time passed, Aaron waited for the Duke to come, listening to his footsteps as he approached from up the stairs and onto his apartment floor where he was to be greeted by his assassin. The Duke had been already drunk, holding a beer bottle in his hand the moment he laid eyes on Aaron who was holding a suppressed 9mm pistol in his hand. Aaron then pulled the trigger three times, breaking the bottle on impact and sending the man falling on his behind, leaving a red mess that spilled from his gut as Aaron approached the Duke to finally end him by putting a bullet through his thick skull. Fleeing the scene promptly, Aaron would not soon realize that the one in many murders he committed would soon fall apart and lead up to him in the few weeks that passed later. 
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