[hider=Takeo Masaaki | Kin Dang][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/o725zLw.jpg[/img][/center]
[h3][sup][center][b] Takeo “Tay” Masaaki | Kin “Poker” Dang[/b][/center][/sup][/h3]

[center][b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BERKhI0b00]”You pick a path, you know. You think you know everything, like how the path is long and straight and level. Until you look back thinking it's only been a few minutes of walking and you see where you are from where you were hurts your neck to look at.

That's the path down to evil. To Hell.”[/url][/b][/center]

[b]Physical Description[/b]

Takeo has often been described as an intense individual. Skin laced with tattoos both from sessions attended for personal reasons as well as given from previous undercover assignments, but never tending towards any one gang despite an Asian motif throughout a majority of them. They can be seen poking up slightly from his shirt's neckline as well as from around his wrists under long-sleeve shirts. He toes the line between looking like a cop and looking like a street-thug, which is why he's often picked as the first candidate for jobs requiring deep-cover, as well as his deep firsthand knowledge of gang culture.

Even though he is Asian, his darker skin tone has caused many others in Asian cultures, even gangs, to look down on him even if they are unaware of his mixed Japanese-Cambodian ancestry. Something deeply ingrained in Asian culture is the importance of pale skin, which he does not have, and comments towards his skin color have often been met with violence in his past but mostly elicit looks that could kill if they could, if not just to keep his position on the force. One thing is for sure, the man may only stand at 5'9”, but that look in the eyes doesn't care how big you are. Many on the streets of California and Chicago can attest.

[b]Psyche[/b]

Takeo Masaaki has been defined as a wildcard. His psych evaluation after his first shooting incident penned him down as “A quiet man with a weighty temper that may be slow to get going, but as the saying goes, objects in motion tend to stay in motion.” That is not to say that Takeo is the type to actively seek out physical altercations, on the whole, he remains a quiet professional that even borders on friendly to a select few he may come to call his friends. Although, once being a part of the Gang Task Force in Bakersfield , California, he has little trouble harnessing his more violent tendencies through constant practice during the one long streetfight that is his life, as well as the time spent undercover with Wo Hop To in San Francisco, Bakersfield and Compton, LA- or 'Bompton' as it is colloquially called by the Bloods with which he has numerous criminal informants.

The aforementioned violent tendencies stem from a childhood in San Francisco at a time when the crime rate had been 200% of what it was the past few years due to gang feuds blowing up like WWI- you let one man step on you and it's a slippery slope. Coming from a household without a father that would claim him or stay around for more than a few days, he still has a disdain for authority when he feels he isn't shown the respect he is owed as a fellow human being as well as a damn good cop. He has no tolerance for abusers or rapists, those who belong to those labels will often come to see why his street-name in California and Chicago is Poker, and it's not because he plays cards.

Despite all of the thuggish attitude some might associate with him and his seemingly hair-trigger, quiet temper, he is highly sought-after for undercover assignments and intelligence gathering not only because of his intimate knowledge of street-gang culture, but because of his knack for blending in seamlessly with almost any group as well as his sort of quiet charisma that might draw on someone's curiosity like the fly to the web, where he's free to extract any information he needs over the course of a few days of hanging around.

[b]Motivation[/b]

He was recommended to answer his summons by the Chief. When asked why, he was simply met with the succinct answer, “He's the fucking mayor around these parts, dick.”

[b]Relations[/b]

Relatively new to Detroit and the PD there.

[b]Personal History[/b]

You need a job done- any at all- you call Poker. You need someone necked, you need someone beat half to death, you need someone robbed, or a place hasn't been putting forward the money you're owed? Poker is the man. It wasn't always like this, and Takeo wasn't always as ruthless and low-down as he is today. He was once a timid child growing up in San Francisco's Tong and Yakuza-controlled Asian communities. Son to a prostitute, junkie mother and a Yakuza-affiliated father, both of which were absent enough to make an angst steadily bubble up in him as the years went on and present enough to fan the flames of his budding anger. When he reached the age of eleven he began hanging around the local street gangs that did the Tongs' dirty work. A year later just after his twelfth birthday he was initiated into the local Yakuza affiliated street-gang, the Ghost Dragons. He started off running heroin and opium for the bigger pushers until he began doing robberies, extortion, drug deals, small arms deals in his early teens. It was when the Yakuza members calling the shots for his street-gang were taken down by the Feds, as well as the bigger gangs and Tongs muscling in on the now-fractured Ghost Dragon territory is when he moved to Compton, Los Angeles.

Feeling like a new man in this new town, Takeo found himself a girl- a single mother working as a stripper at one of the higher-class establishments in Los Angeles. He got a job as a security guard at the local strip mall but when he lost his job after a physical altercation with a co-worker, he found it hard to find another job. With no other options, he began to fall back into his old ways, hanging around the local Blood set and forming his own Asian crew for safety in numbers, putting in work selling narcotics and kicking in doors. After a year of this activity, Takeo ran afoul of a rival drug-dealer in the Surenos after muscling in on his turf, prompting the Sureno to do a drive-by on his residence. Takeo was in the backyard smoking a cigarette with his girlfriend when the shooting started. The only fatality that night was his daughter, asleep in her bed when the two bullets made holes in her chest and neck.

Takeo vowed vengeance and his set agreed to ride for him. The following night, with Takeo's blessing, the five men he sent caught the Sureno with five of his friends at one of his family members' quinceanera. They killed the man posted at the gate by slicing his throat and then, bedecked in ski masks, they waltzed through the party and gunned down the Sureno in front of his family before leaving, but not before spray-painting symbols that pointed to Folk Nation involvement instead of Takeo and his crew. Official police reports and the news the next morning listed it as just another Folk Nation/Sureno feud. That would be Takeo's last action as a gang member, moving to Bakersfield after a particularly bad argument with his girlfriend. He signed up for the military after choosing between the the gang life and a better one, spending his three year contract on a career that was mostly unremarkable as an infantryman. Mostly.

He met a man while stationed in Korea, a Yakuza associate. It was no secret that Takeo wouldn't be happy with anything short of doing something that could earn him a lot of money. A good and honest life wasn't that, everyone knew that. So he helped the Yakuza smuggle drugs and guns into the US on the dime of the US gov't, helping to build a network of military contractors, Yakuza, Army logistics officers and a few supply clerks who were privy.

When he came back, knowing he could serve the Yakuza better in the States and not Korea, he joined the Bakersfield city PD. Almost immediately being put into the gang task force in Bakersfield's PD, he touched bases with the Yakuza affiliated gangs in the area while masquerading as a good cop. Under a new name and history provided by the PD, Kin Dang went back to doing the same ol' same ol' with the blessing of a badge and the deal that they would turn a blind eye to anything short of murder as long as he got results.

He prospered. Already running with an Asian gang that he knew and garnering respect and a reputation with a temper more like lightning than thunder, his intelligence-gathering led to the arrests of numerous Crips, Vice Lords, Latin Kings, Sureno, Wah Ching, and Wo Hop To- competition for the Yakuza's narcotic and weapons trade. It would not be long before the ugly head of corruption of a different kind would rear its head though. Faced with one of the biggest drug-busts Bakersfield had seen, the responding officers- which included Takeo- got into a shootout over the two parties, one wanting to turn the drugs over as evidence, and the others wanting to sell the drugs for themselves and chalk the fatalities up to the firefight that started the whole thing.

Takeo's two fellow cops- Officers Shin Lee and Donnie Chang- would walk away with three bricks of cocaine, two of heroin and a pound of marijuana, as well as the blood of fellow officers on their hands. Or so Lee and Chang thought. Takeo walked away from the crime scene with two bullet holes from a Bakersfield PD issue nine millimeter and a grudge. Takeo took the case to Internal Affairs when he was inevitably hospitalized and then discharged, but was told to drop the whole thing. Since the word 'stupid' was not on his list of tattoos, much less prominently displayed on his forehead, he took matters into his own hands when he smelled the big pile of shit that was the conspiracy within the Bakersfield PD. 

His and his fellow officers' betrayals had been hushed and framed as a gang shooting. For this, Takeo, as Kin, gave Lee and Chang's names to every gang big or small in the Asian communities in hopes of finding them. The universe sorted itself out when Lee and Chang were found one morning hanging from a streetlight, cut open and gut-rope dangling. Officer Takeo Masaaki mourned his fellow Officers who were yet more casualties to gang violence. Kin Dang, though, Kin Dang earned the street-name Poker for his sharp antics the night before they were found.

Justice was done one way or another, and while Kin Dang sliced up Lee and Chang in the name of the Yakuza gang who'd lost a considerable amount of drugs because of Lee and Chang, Takeo was doing it in the names of betrayed Officers Ginnie Hahn, Danny O'Doyle, and Mark Shaw, as well as the pleasure it gave him to kill the two men that thought they could shoot him and walk away. It wasn't long after that he put in for a transfer and found himself doing much the same a few months later in Chicago. After an incident involving mag-dumping his 40. cal into a meth-head for letting their own baby starve in lieu of running out of meth, things got hectic. Thankfully, he was owed a few favors from the higher-ups in Chicago PD and the case was buried in return for a transfer. A month later and now he finds himself in Detroit first working Gang TF before getting a summons from the Mayor himself. Happy days.

[b]Equipment[/b]

Takeo forgoes the suit and tie get-up that some detectives pick. He usually wears regular street clothes to blend in with the local populace of wherever he's in, at times with a tendency towards the color black or gray- leftover from his upbringing in San Francisco and his numerous assignments. In his IWB holster, he carries a 40. caliber handgun, a small .38 caliber revolver in an ankle holster as well as two knives- a folding knife for practical purposes and a punch dagger with a four inch blade for when things get personal.

[b]Anything else?[/b]

His vices include cigarettes, booze, and prescription painkillers. Every once in a while there's heroin, but only ever snorted. Needles scare him, ironically.[/hider]