The Quiet

[The Quiet]

Some feelings can only be expressed through action.

Owned by: JonGon
Name: Kenji Ausamatu
Alias: The Quiet
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: Gifted One

Strengths

The Right Choice - Rather than fight he will run away. This is his greatest strength and weakness.

Gifts – Kenji was born a Gifted One.

• Spatial Manipulation – Stage I - Can teleport self and small objects, such as clothes, accessories, or books. Larger, heavier objects are usually more difficult and tiring to teleport. Must have physical contact with what is being teleported.
  
• Enhanced Reflexes
  Gifted has inhuman reflexes and balance, such as the ability to dodge bullets or perform graceful acrobatic feats without difficulty.
  

Groomed to be a God – Kenji was originally raised by a cult, that his father was the head of. He was groomed to be the next figure head of the organization. He later rebelled against his father.

• He has some training in martial arts.
  
• He has studied to be a competent leader.
  
• He was tutored in using his powers.
  
• He has experience in all three, in real combat.
  
• He has thrown aside his pride and a low value of his life.
  So when forced to fight, he has little holding himself back.
  

Blood Money – Kenji is insanely rich. His grandfather, his father, and he himself miss used their powers to raise money to fund their ambitions. With his grandfather and father's deaths, and the collapse of all of their organizations, Kenji was left with all the money. The Ausamatu fortune is divided up into many off shore back accounts that are Yakuza guaranteed to be untraceable, until Kenji starts withdrawing from each of them.

Weaknesses

The Right Choice - Rather than fight he will run away. This is his greatest strength and weakness.

Stifled Ambition – When Kenji was young he raged against what he believed was evil to protect his noble ideals. It cost him all his friends and loved ones and forced him to stain his hands with blood. From an early age, Kenji has known the evils of human ambition. Unfortunately this has overshadowed the virtues of ambition, and Kenji has resided himself to live him humble poverty.

All in all, it seems Kenji aspires to stifle himself.

• He desperately wishes to never kill again.
  
• He avoids people in general.
  
• He's decided to live in humble poverty, despite his fortune.
  
• Ideally he doesn't want to commit any more crimes, but he is in America illegally as he is in hiding from the Yakuza.
  
• He also has lost the ambition for small things. Including simple things like, enjoying a pizza with everything on it, as well as large things like getting good grades, and starting a family.
  

Personality: Kenji has been drastically changed by his recent experiences. Most notably he does not speak often anymore. His careless charismatic words once led men and women to their deaths, so now he is wary of speaking and making connections with people. He fought a losing battle and won, but found his prize to be regret and sorrow. So now, he has sworn to never kill again. He has become a pacifist, and will run away from fights if he can, however he still has a strong sense of Justice. He also is wary of abandoning people, because a woman named Eleanor. If you can get him to open up to you, he is normally very kind, and polite. He used to be very talkative, someone who could fill a room with laughter, even though sometimes it was only him laughing, but now it's unclear if he'll talk amongst friends again.

Appearance: Kenji has black hair and black eyes. His skin is a pale mocha color. He is tall and fit, from years of training and fighting. He generally wears only either white or black, or some mixture of the two. He sometimes wears accents of blue or red, though. He generally wears slacks and dress shirts with clip on suspenders. He sometimes wears a tie, and a fedora. When it's cold out he'll wear a trench coat.


History: Kenji Ausamatu's story begins with his grandfather, Rebarta Ausamatu. Rebarta was a gifted one who discovered his powers while living in the Philippines. His family had originally been from the Philippines, and he had moved there to reconnect with his roots. He was the first in his family to have been gifted for many generations, and because of this situation, he was able to stay off the radar of the Gifted and the Supernaturals early in his life. His gift was easy to conceal as well. He only had slightly enhanced reflexes. He used this to train in martial arts, but it was clear to him early on he was beyond human. He used his gift in moderation, while in front of others, so no one would suspect him of being a freak, while he secretly trained his power. Over the years his powers evolved, he soon was able to see a clear premonition of his enemy's movements, and after training this power for years he developed full fledged clairvoyance. In truth he had some semblance of clairvoyance from the very beginning, but it was so slight, that he did not realize it.

As a youth he would only get strange incomprehensible nightmares and 'certain feelings'. From an early age he felt a strong fear of some kind of greater power. He would have nightmares of this greater power, and decided to hide his power until the day he was strong enough to challenge that greater power. Through the development of his other gifts, his martial art training, and deep meditation he unlocked the full power of his clairvoyance. With this new gift, he gained knowledge and deep insight in secret. He discovered the identities of the great powers he feared. In actuality there were two. The other gifted, as well as the supernaturals. Through his clairvoyance he gained knowledge of both, and realized that they would have stopped him if he had flaunted his power prematurely.

Now that he knew his enemy and had confidence in his powers, he set his sights on the ambitions he had set aside as a youth. Of course his ideal was to conquer the world. He believed his gifts were proof that he was a chosen one, destined for greatness. His first move was to start a stock trading company, he named The Ausamatu Group. He moved from the Philippines, to Japan to start this company. Japan was a country that was large enough, that the birth and growth of his company would go unnoticed, for a short time. Enough time for him to establish his power. He used shady deals and his gift of clairvoyance for insider trading, to amass a large fortune. With this fortune and his powers, he began to gather followers, mostly made up of normal human beings. He convinced these people that he was a god, and rewarded their faith with fortune. He preyed on the weak minded, mostly those who desperately needed money, or guidance, using his clairvoyance and wealth. They worshiped him as their god and savior and eventually he converted or replaced all his employees with members of his new religion. The core members were all full fledged extremist, who were ready to both kill as well as die for him.

The Ausamatu Group's stock trading and other dealings, was just a public facade, for Rebarta's cult. By now the suspicious nature of the rate of growth of the company and Rebarta's wealth, began to attract the attention of the other Gifted and the Supernatural, but it was already too late. Using his cult of followers and his wealth, all spearheaded by the guidance of his gifted powers, he began to spread the sphere of his influence. A secret coalition of the Gifted and the Supernaturals' forces began working to counter Rebarta's efforts, but the powers he had gathered made him an elusive target. A certain gifted detective, was placed in charge with dealing with the threat Rebarta posed. After many close encounters, foiled plots, ruined lives, lost friends and wasted years the detective had finally cornered Rebarta. He led a small cooperative force of Gifted and Supernaturals to storm what was believed to be the Ausamatu Group's last headquarters. The secret battle raged on for days, deep underground in the Ausamatu's compound, until finally the detective was finally face to face with Rebarta, for the first time in ten years.

Unfortunately it was too late. The detective had found Rebarta had become a living Buddha. Through fasting and meditation, he had achieved a state where his body mummified it's self without any traces of deliberate mummification. Certain Buddhist monks and nuns had practiced this controversial process of fasting and meditation in the past. Some believed that those who were able to mortify their flesh to death reach true nirvana. It is unclear whether Rebarta had achieved Godhood, nirvana, or perhaps had just starved himself to death, but what was clear was that Rebarta never paid for any of the heinous crimes that he committed and that were committed in his name.

The Ausamatu group was almost completely obliterated, and the case closed for the most part. However a remnant faction still existed. This remnant slowly gathered it's power, while raising Rebarta's Legacy. Rebarta had fathered many hundreds of children. Of his many hundreds of children, only thirteen developed gifts and five years after the death of Rebarta, these children began to murder each other. The purpose of this bloody sibling rivalry, was of course, to name Rebarta's true heir. Those who did not have gifts did not stand a chance or winning. Various factions began to appear within the remnant. These various factions supported different children as the true heir. Those who did not have support from the followers, or very few supporters were quickly picked off as well. After only one year of covert murders and assassination plots, there was only one child left. His name was Kerise Ausamatu, and he was crowned as the second head of the Ausamatu Group and worshiped as the reincarnation of Rebarta. His gift was that of teleportation, and he had brutally murdered many of his siblings and quickly rebuilt his father's empire.

The Ausamatu group returned once again as a threat to the world, scheming the gain control and doing battle with allies of justice behind the scenes for many years. Many more lives were once again lost, all in the name of Ausamatu. One man's ambition was all it took to set in motion all of this blood lust. Kerise Ausamatu carried on his father's ambition of ruling the world, and his teleportation power made him even more difficult to capture. He was a cruel and evil leader, but unlike his father, he was not as charismatic. He led the group by using fear to control his members, rather than relying on his false godhood to inspire, like his father had. He did not possess clairvoyance, and this was viewed as a weakness by his followers. The power and influence of the Ausamatu Group waned early.

Unlike Rebarta, Kerise took a single wife. It seems his experience of Rebarta's Legacy had left a strong impression on him. His wife bore two sons. There was high hopes for the first born son of Kerise. His name was Kein, and he was trained from an early age to become the future heir of the Ausamatu Group. However, Kein never developed any gifts, no matter how many years past.

To everyone's astonishment, Kerise's second born son, Kenji Ausamatu, developed gifts at an early age. He showed signs of both enhanced reflexes as well as a weak teleportation power. It had been documented that Rebarta's powers first started out as enhanced reflexes. It seemed as if Kenji had both his grandfather, and his father's gifts. The followers of the Ausamatu cult took this as a sign that he was to be the next heir. Kein was all but abandoned, his future robbed from him. It was because of this, that Kein developed a strong resentment for his younger brother.

Kenji took Kein's place as the future heir and was groomed as such. He was forced to study and train hard to be both a scholar and a martial artist. He was also tutored in the use of his powers, but as Kenji grew an understanding of the world, he could only look at the Ausamatu Group and his father, as something evil. Countless lives suffered and died in the name of the Ausamatu's Group ambition.

Kenji grew up looking at his father, thankful for only one thing from him. Kerise had showed Kenji what not to be.

When Kenji was only ten years old, he began scheming to destroy the Ausamatu Group and his father. He found it easy to become a symbol of hope for many people who were only following Kerise out of fear. Kerise was a tyrant to the members of the cult, and many began to realize that he and his father were a false god. They were desperate to be free from him. He formed a splinter faction with in the Ausamatu Group, that plotted in secret aiming to destroy the main group completely.

When Kenji was thirteen, he made his rebellious intentions clear when he and the followers loyal to him raided a holding facility, where captured Gifted Children were being held. His goal was to recruit Gifted who would help him oppose his father. It was the perfect place for it. There were gifted children there who all bore a grudge against Kerise, but things did not go as successfully as Kenji had hoped.

Many of the children were executed when it became clear that the splinter faction would inevitably reach them. Someone must have betrayed their plans to Kerise, because they were ready for them.

Many died in the battle and in the end, Kenji escaped with only four other gifted children. His splinter faction's number had lost more than half it's members as well. Only three of them were able to fight, while the fourth was a young girl who went by the name of Eleanor. Kenji did not think much of her at the time, and it was clear that she would not be of any use. Emotionally, she was just a young girl. She cried often, and show no will to fight. Her gift was not particularly useful either, as she could only paralyze people temporarily and she would often pass out from the strain. The other three were reluctant to join Kenji at first, but he persistently recruited them. Eleanor however, begged to be returned home to her mother, and Kenji saw no reason to refuse.

Eleanor was tearfully reunited with her mother, and they were moved to what was thought to be a safe location. Eleanor was thankful to Kenji, who appeared to her as her knight in shinning armor. Despite being much older than Eleanor, he doted on her, in response to her affections, but their time together was short.

Kenji had a one track mind, and he would not rest or indulge in simple pleasures until his father was defeated. He and his three gifted friends, along with what remained of the splinter faction had to take measures to protect themselves.

They allied themselves with the local Yakuza. It was a risky move, but necessary. The numbers of the Yakuza removed the Ausamatu Group advantage of out numbering Kenji's faction. With the Yakuza's protection, they could not swarm Kenji with their shock troops, with out risking a full war with the Yakuza. Dealing with the supernatural and gifted forces swallowed up a lot of their attention as well. Kenji and his group began biding their time, gathering their strength, like Kerise and Rebarta had done before him. Kenji gained favor from the Yakuza by using his teleportation powers to smuggle contraband in for them and participated and orchestrated small raids on Ausamatu Group compounds, but he was never much more than a minor annoyance. Kenji's followers were depending on him to save them from his father, but after the incident at the Gifted Children holding facility, their faith in his abilities waned as well. They were supposed to keep tabs on Eleanor and her mother, but when she was recaptured by the Ausamatu Group, they remained silent. They feared that if they reported this to Kenji, he would lead another attack on the facility, which would have cost lives.

And so Kenji continued to struggle against his father, not knowing that Eleanor had been captured by him. Eleanor waited with bated breath for her knight in shinning armor to come save her, but he never came. Kenji was completely unaware of her plight, and focused solely on defeating his father. He felt it was his duty. For all the lives his father had ruined, he had to be stopped. That was Kenji's childish reasoning. It blinded him from the fact that he was doing the exact same thing. He hated his father and viewed him as what no to become, but that is exactly what he was doing. In the end, he would not realize this until it was too late.

When Kenji was twenty, he decided it was time to bring the final decisive blow to the Ausamatu Group. He gathered his forces and attacked Ausamatu headquarters all over Japan, and finally tracked his father back to the Philippines. The road was long and bloody, and along the way, but with tears in his eyes, Kenji pressed forward, determined to bring this all to an end. In the final battle, Kenji had to face his brother one last time. Kein had never developed any gifts, but instead he had trained himself as a martial artist. He trained to the point that, even with out any gifts Kenji could not defeat him alone. Kein's swordsmanship and marksmanship were unrivaled. Even with his enhanced reflexs, Kein was able to keep up with him, and even surpass his movements. Kenji's teleportation was not enough of an edge, to surpass Kein's blade and bullets. In the end, Kenji's best friend, one of the three gifted he had recruited, gave up her life in order to defeat Kein. She took a bullet, instead of dodging, in order to use her gift a point blank range.

She gave her life, so Kenji could move forward, towards his father. She died in battle in order to stop the Ausamatu Group. Kenji had no choice but to answer her determination. He was all alone now, deep with in the final stronghold of the Ausamatu Group. There he met Eleanor once more. She had grown up into a fine woman, but her eyes were filled with scorn and disdain. Her powers had developed into full 'Puppeteering', the paralyzing effect of her old power was just the beginning of the Puppeteering effect. Her captors had distorted and twisted her heart, to blame Kenji for abandoning her for all these years and she rejoiced when they gave her the chance to pay him back for all her years of suffering.

“I know I messed up... I know it's my fault... I know I can't ask you for forgiveness... so instead, I'll just tell you...” Kenji called out to Eleanor.

“Get out of my way,” He finished, with a firm resolve.

Too many people had given up their lives, so that he could make it this far. He could not back down now, he could not be stopped, not until his father was dead. Eleanor screamed and she cursed and she attacked him, but what hurt Kenji the most was that she cried.

In the end Kenji left Eleanor defeated, all so he could move forward. “Are you going to abandon me again?” Eleanor cried out to the darkness, alone again.

Kenji did not hear her cries. He simply continued moving forward.

Finally he had come face to face with his father for the first time in seven years.

Unfortunately it was too late. Kerise had become a living Buddha, just as Rebarta had.

All of the struggling, all of the fighting, all the lost lives, was all for nothing.

In his frustration, Kenji could do nothing but empty all six chambers of his revolver into his father's corpse. The smoking gun fell to the ground, and Kenji fell to his knees wailing out in agony.

“What have we been doing all this time?!” He cried out in vain.

In the following days, Kenji searched his soul for the answers. He was not pained because the answers were difficult to find, instead it was the opposite. The answer to his question was painfully obvious to him.

It was pride. All of it was pride. His grandfather started it, his father and Kenji both continued it all out of pride. Kenji could have run away, put it all behind him, but instead he took it upon himself to be the one to stop his father. He childishly believed that what he was doing was right.

Using the convenient word 'Justice', he marched people to their deaths and killed his enemies with out remorse.

When Kenji's allies in the Yakuza returned to his headquarters, they found him alone. They demanded that he return to work for them, to pay off his debt to them, but he refused.

Kenji had already resolved himself to never kill again, and to never commit crime as well. He knew that the Yakuza would never let him and his 'talents' escape, no matter how much money he paid them. The Yakuza threatened him, but Kenji threw them out. He realized that the only way out of dealing with organized crime, was to kill them all. He could gather the survivors of the Ausamatu Group. He had good friends with in the Yakuza too, but just as he was thinking about these things, something happened. He stopped, he thought about it, and he found another option. He could run away.

Asking a thrust worthy friend with in the Yakuza for one last favor, he learned how to launder all of his and his father's remaining funds into untraceable bank accounts. In return, he let his friend keep one of the bank accounts and with that he left the country.

He turned his back on his pride, to run away from his problems. If it was to save even one life, then he would gladly throw away that useless thing called pride.

He choose to flee to the United States, entering with a fake passport and a fake ID. He has heard of the school for the gifted, but he does intend to join them. Though if they pressure him to do so, he has no intent to resist.


Rp Sample: The loud deep wail of a cargo ship's horn woke The Quiet from his uneasy slumber. The cargo hold was not lighted, since no one was supposed to be in there. The only light came shinning down from a row of round port holes high up in the cargo hold's walls. The light shinned down like brilliant blades, cutting through the darkness, illuminating select parts of the various wooden crates that Quiet had been sleeping amongst. Teleporting all the way to the US from Japan would have been impossible for him, but using it to sneak onto a ship bound for freedom was simple enough.

He had felt so uncomfortable in the cargo hold during the trip. The ship rocked to and fro, there was no food, there was nothing to do, and he was constantly afraid he would be found. It was strange, he hated it there but now that it was time to leave he didn't want to move. For all it's problems, the cargo hold was devoid of the one thing Quiet wanted to avoid the most, 'other people', but he knew that wouldn't last. Soon the sailors would invade his private sanctuary in order to move their cargo.

How dare they.

He stay.

He should stand.

He should fight!

The horn of the ship let out another deep shout, as if telling him to come to his senses. Of course there was another option. He could run.

He stood up, looking upwards towards the light shielding his eyes. He hoped up lightly onto a crate. It was easy for him to jump from crate to crate, despite the crates being hidden mostly by the darkness, as that was one of his gifts. His superhuman reflexes made it easy to move his body. A glimpse of an awkward corner jutting up and catching the light, was all he needed to know where a perfectly fine foot hold was. It almost looked he was leisurely skipping along a calm meadow, rather than traversing a poorly lit cargo hold. He began climbing higher up stacked crates, towards the blinding light. He then jumped high up into the air, knowing there was no where safe to land. He seemed floated listlessly in the air before gravity took it's inevitable hold on him, but before it could drag him down to the sharp corners of the crates below, he disappeared in a flash of light. He reappeared in another burst of light, on the other side of the port hole he was looking up at. He began to fell, but this kind of maneuver was child's play for his reflexes and flexibility. He simply reached up and back to grab a hold of the port hole, before he fell too far.

He held himself against the side of the ship, looking out across the bay. The horn of the ship ringing out once more. It was a brilliant and beautiful scene. The bright sun, peaking over the sky line of the buildings in the distance with the statue of liberty towering over the glistening waters. The caws of the sea gulls joined the chorus of the waters lapping against the ship's hull as the ships horn faded out.

He had arrived. America, a new land of opportunities. A clean slate. That would have been so nice. Unfortunately it's not so easy to forget the past. The only thing The Quiet hoped for now was that he wouldn't make any more mistakes he'd regret.

Getting Situated: After arriving in the city, he wandered around aimlessly. He did so just to familiarize himself with the place. Of course it was not long before he needed to settle down.

The first thing he did was withdraw money in US currency.

Over the next few days, Quiet spent his time, tirelessly buying up shoddy run down apartments, small offices, and storage spaces all over New York city.

It was a little difficult negotiating with out speaking. He'd first find out about a place for rent or lease, from the newspaper, or on the internet. He generally tracked down the supers of the building, or whoever it was that was renting out the space. Sometimes it was as easy as knocking on a few doors. Sometimes, he had to spend a whole day, watching a building from behind a set of ornate opera binoculars.

When he found someone one who he thought was the right person to 'talk' to, he'd hold up the newspaper clipping or flier that had the information about the available space.

If it was the wrong person, mostly they'd just tell him they didn't know what he wanted. Some would tell him who to go 'talk' to, but others gave him a hard time. He would just walk away if they started asking too many questions.

If he had found the right person, he'd pull out a generous amount of money and offer it to the person with out any explanation, hoping that they would understand. When they asked for information, he'd just pull out more money.

Mostly they would get it that he didn't want too many questions asked, but if they didn't he'd just walk away as well.

He paid rent in advance, for a year, for all of the spaces he acquired. Most of his places were not furnished, aside from a bed and what ever came with the place. Usually a fridge was included, and he stocked most of them with non-perishables and some basic medical supplies. Under the beds, he'd keep suitcases with a lot of emergency supplies. These things would range from basic things like, extra blankets, rope, water, to other equipment like binoculars and the like. In most of the closets he kept at least a few extra changes of clothes in more suitcases or hanging on the rack.

With that he was fully situated, and it had only been a few days since he had entered country. He picked some of the nicer places he owned to furnish properly, but even they had only the bare essentials. There wasn't anything in the way of decoration.

With that he had setup many hideouts that he could run to, when he needed. It had cost a lot of money, but he couldn't really put a price on his safety. Besides, he had all the funds from the Ausamatu group and his dealings with the Yakuza. He was not really hurting in the money department.