NAME;; Takuya Onose
Takuya
NICKNAMES/ALIASES;;
AGE;; 24
SEXUAL ORIENTATION;; Bisexual
RELIGION;; Catholicism.
APPEARANCE;; Takuya is of Japanese origin. He is approximately five feet, eleven inches tall. His eyes are a deep amber color, flecked with black. They are hardly expressive, showing only annoyance or bitterness most of the time. His general outfit is rather stylish, but never overdone. The main color of his wardrobe are darker colors; it is very rare to see him in something that is not business oriented.
He is very fit, but chooses not to brag about his fitness by wearing revealing clothing. The closest thing to bragging would be a tighter black or grey shirt beneath a button-down shirt (with several buttons undone). An every-day outfit consists of a dark button down, a fitted blazer, and either darker denim or slacks (denim only if he is feeling casual). A "casual" out fit consists of generally the same thing, minus the blazer. His shirt sleeves are normally rolled up if he is not wearing a blazer.
He also wears a crucifix around his neck at all times. It never comes ioff. Takuya is very strong in his faith, and goes to Mass every Sunday morning at 6am.
PERSONALITY;; Takuya is extremely disclosed, and very tough. He is not afraid of getting angry, in fact, he is not difficult to enrage. His anger, however is not like that of others, where he yells and acts extremely outlandish; Takuya's angry comes in surprise packages that you really do not wish to open. More so, he is diplomatic, his emotions under strict control. The only expression he seems to wear are dry, and cold forms of humor and sarcasm. He comes off as very charming and collected. Watch out. That is a sign of danger.
He has been in love only once, only to have the love of his life murdered by someone he once trusted. His blood now runs cold in his veins, and he is easy to upset, to the point of him lashing out. His words are quick to be spoken, but he hardly speaks at all. He is strictly business; it is very difficult to get him to go out and do things. Everything is business. All the time.
LIKES;;
+::+Cherry blossoms.+::+
+::+Classical music.+::+
+::+Las Vegas+::+
+::+The view of Los Angeles from the 40th story of a building.+::+
+::+Classic literature.+::+
+::+Business.+::+
+::+Sushi.+::+
+::+One cup of coffee in the morning. Black.+::+
+::+A glass of good wine.+::+
+::+Leonardo da Vinci.+::+
+::+Playing piano.+::+
+::+Fast cars.+::+
+::+A good weapon.+::+
+::+A good f*ck.+::+
DISLIKES;;
+::+Irrational thinkers.+::+
+::+Sloppy fighters.+::+
+::+Clients who do not pay up.+::+
+::+Disorder.+::+
+::+Disobedience.+::+
+::+Prostitutes.+::+
+::+Beer.+::+
+::+Hard liquor.+::+
+::+People who do not think before they speak or act.+::+
+::+People generally annoy him.::+::
BRIEF HISTORY;; Takuya Onose was born in Tokyo, Japan to a very fortunate family. He went to the most prestigious schools and Universities, and was a very privileged young man. His childhood and adolescence were quite delightful; he spent most of his time studying and in athletics, graduating in the top of his classes in high school and during his college years.
He became involved with a drug/gang lord in Tokyo at the age of 19, just at the start of his first year in college. He quickly became a member while balancing (quite well) his athletic teams and studies. He soon was given the title of Lord when the previous was killed in a gang fight, which his gang won, increasing their control over Tokyo;s street and drug business and buyers.
Takuya is highly regarded and respected, and most anyone involved in the cocaine business knows his name. He is good at his job, and everyone knows it. Though women find him attractive, he is dangerous, on many levels. He oes h is best to stay with one woman for as long as possible; he as a reputation to uphold. Since the death of his wife however, Takuya has grown very cold towards women and is hardly seen with one on his arm.
He came to Los Angeles at the age of 21.
FAMILY;;
Takari Onose ~ Mother
Jun Onose ~ Father
Hidenori Onose ~ Brother
Shinju Onose ~ Brother (deceased)
Rosier Onose ~ Wife (deceased)[/b]
((Sorry if you did not want the profiles in the first post but it really helps me a lot sometimes when I have the profile up on the page ^_^))
Kado sighed lightly as he walked down the street in a slow dream like sequence. His hair dangled lightly in his hair as he looked down at LA's pavement before him. He sighed lightly, having nothing to do all day other then walk around the city like a bum. Their was so many bountiful things he could do in a city like this, yet his mind only concentrated on walking past the pedestrians. He looked up at the sky, wishing it was a few hours later so he could go to a small gig that he had in a small well known place. Only thing that seemed to excite him lately was the thrill of playing his guitar for people and the rush of a fun solo. She sighed more dramatically this time at the slow passing time.
He looked down at his worn out sneakers, although they looked old and had a few rips in them they were the cost comfortable shoes he had and he always loved wearing them. His jeans were worn out and he wore a simple white T-shirt to go with it. He was definitely the divine soul of fashion. It was not that he did not want to stand out or anything, it was just that he kept all of his good clothes for the stage and this was all he felt like wearing today. He looked back over to his pin, wondering for a few seconds if it was still on or not. He panicked as he looked on the left side of his shirt, not seeing it anywhere and almost screamed before his eyes drifted towards it on his right side. He took a deep breath and sighed with relief and berated himself lightly for his stupidity as he continued walking.
It would not be long before his much long awaited gig came and truthfully he could hardly contain his excitement. Though they say that he should act professional about it he could never get over the rush of how it felt to be on stage. The feeling of his fingers moving up and down the cords, playing the strings in different variations and speeds for every note. Not too mention his lucky guitar with a glossy dark red paint and the classic tan shaft. It may have been old, but it sure was the best guitar he could ever ask for.
Takuya
NICKNAMES/ALIASES;;
AGE;; 24
SEXUAL ORIENTATION;; Bisexual
RELIGION;; Catholicism.
APPEARANCE;; Takuya is of Japanese origin. He is approximately five feet, eleven inches tall. His eyes are a deep amber color, flecked with black. They are hardly expressive, showing only annoyance or bitterness most of the time. His general outfit is rather stylish, but never overdone. The main color of his wardrobe are darker colors; it is very rare to see him in something that is not business oriented.
He is very fit, but chooses not to brag about his fitness by wearing revealing clothing. The closest thing to bragging would be a tighter black or grey shirt beneath a button-down shirt (with several buttons undone). An every-day outfit consists of a dark button down, a fitted blazer, and either darker denim or slacks (denim only if he is feeling casual). A "casual" out fit consists of generally the same thing, minus the blazer. His shirt sleeves are normally rolled up if he is not wearing a blazer.
He also wears a crucifix around his neck at all times. It never comes ioff. Takuya is very strong in his faith, and goes to Mass every Sunday morning at 6am.
PERSONALITY;; Takuya is extremely disclosed, and very tough. He is not afraid of getting angry, in fact, he is not difficult to enrage. His anger, however is not like that of others, where he yells and acts extremely outlandish; Takuya's angry comes in surprise packages that you really do not wish to open. More so, he is diplomatic, his emotions under strict control. The only expression he seems to wear are dry, and cold forms of humor and sarcasm. He comes off as very charming and collected. Watch out. That is a sign of danger.
He has been in love only once, only to have the love of his life murdered by someone he once trusted. His blood now runs cold in his veins, and he is easy to upset, to the point of him lashing out. His words are quick to be spoken, but he hardly speaks at all. He is strictly business; it is very difficult to get him to go out and do things. Everything is business. All the time.
LIKES;;
+::+Cherry blossoms.+::+
+::+Classical music.+::+
+::+Las Vegas+::+
+::+The view of Los Angeles from the 40th story of a building.+::+
+::+Classic literature.+::+
+::+Business.+::+
+::+Sushi.+::+
+::+One cup of coffee in the morning. Black.+::+
+::+A glass of good wine.+::+
+::+Leonardo da Vinci.+::+
+::+Playing piano.+::+
+::+Fast cars.+::+
+::+A good weapon.+::+
+::+A good f*ck.+::+
DISLIKES;;
+::+Irrational thinkers.+::+
+::+Sloppy fighters.+::+
+::+Clients who do not pay up.+::+
+::+Disorder.+::+
+::+Disobedience.+::+
+::+Prostitutes.+::+
+::+Beer.+::+
+::+Hard liquor.+::+
+::+People who do not think before they speak or act.+::+
+::+People generally annoy him.::+::
BRIEF HISTORY;; Takuya Onose was born in Tokyo, Japan to a very fortunate family. He went to the most prestigious schools and Universities, and was a very privileged young man. His childhood and adolescence were quite delightful; he spent most of his time studying and in athletics, graduating in the top of his classes in high school and during his college years.
He became involved with a drug/gang lord in Tokyo at the age of 19, just at the start of his first year in college. He quickly became a member while balancing (quite well) his athletic teams and studies. He soon was given the title of Lord when the previous was killed in a gang fight, which his gang won, increasing their control over Tokyo;s street and drug business and buyers.
Takuya is highly regarded and respected, and most anyone involved in the cocaine business knows his name. He is good at his job, and everyone knows it. Though women find him attractive, he is dangerous, on many levels. He oes h is best to stay with one woman for as long as possible; he as a reputation to uphold. Since the death of his wife however, Takuya has grown very cold towards women and is hardly seen with one on his arm.
He came to Los Angeles at the age of 21.
FAMILY;;
Takari Onose ~ Mother
Jun Onose ~ Father
Hidenori Onose ~ Brother
Shinju Onose ~ Brother (deceased)
Rosier Onose ~ Wife (deceased)[/b]
((Sorry if you did not want the profiles in the first post but it really helps me a lot sometimes when I have the profile up on the page ^_^))
Kado sighed lightly as he walked down the street in a slow dream like sequence. His hair dangled lightly in his hair as he looked down at LA's pavement before him. He sighed lightly, having nothing to do all day other then walk around the city like a bum. Their was so many bountiful things he could do in a city like this, yet his mind only concentrated on walking past the pedestrians. He looked up at the sky, wishing it was a few hours later so he could go to a small gig that he had in a small well known place. Only thing that seemed to excite him lately was the thrill of playing his guitar for people and the rush of a fun solo. She sighed more dramatically this time at the slow passing time.
He looked down at his worn out sneakers, although they looked old and had a few rips in them they were the cost comfortable shoes he had and he always loved wearing them. His jeans were worn out and he wore a simple white T-shirt to go with it. He was definitely the divine soul of fashion. It was not that he did not want to stand out or anything, it was just that he kept all of his good clothes for the stage and this was all he felt like wearing today. He looked back over to his pin, wondering for a few seconds if it was still on or not. He panicked as he looked on the left side of his shirt, not seeing it anywhere and almost screamed before his eyes drifted towards it on his right side. He took a deep breath and sighed with relief and berated himself lightly for his stupidity as he continued walking.
It would not be long before his much long awaited gig came and truthfully he could hardly contain his excitement. Though they say that he should act professional about it he could never get over the rush of how it felt to be on stage. The feeling of his fingers moving up and down the cords, playing the strings in different variations and speeds for every note. Not too mention his lucky guitar with a glossy dark red paint and the classic tan shaft. It may have been old, but it sure was the best guitar he could ever ask for.