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Quinn Narikami

WIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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a character in “Tundra”, as played by Bugbuster

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These are the men and woman who bear the marking of Light, the ones who fight for Freedom!

Description

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❝Before the light breaks through the darkness... Sacrifices must be made.❞






[img]IMG[/img]∞ Full name ∞
Quinn Narikami

∞ Nickname ∞
'Ira's Reaper', Grim

∞ Ethnicity ∞
2/4 Canadian, 2/4 Japanese

∞ Age ∞
19

∞ Gender ∞
Male

∞ Sexuality ∞
Hetrosexual

∞ Role ∞
'Government Enforcer'

∞ Ability ∞
None

∞ Face Claim ∞
Shizou Heiwajima / Durarara






Image*∞ Height & Weight ∞
6' / 167 lbs

∞ Hair color ∞
Blonde

∞ Eye color ∞
Blue

*∞ Distinguishable Facial Features ∞
His eye's are red from the testing he's gone through and have quite the predatory look too them.

∞ Birthmarks/Scars/Tattoos/Piercings ∞
A few scars and tattoo's cover his body

∞ Physical Description ∞
Quinn is taller then most Residents of New Toyko. He keeps his body in peek physical condition and is quite musclular something that he has developed over the years as he's worked for Ira. qany of Ira's staff have not seen the face underneath the mask. However underneath is a young tormented man, his eye's are the most unusual as they are now red, his orginal eye color was blue. That was before his father started the experiments on him..[/b]






*Image[size=95]∞ Habits/Quirks ∞
✦ Grinding his teeth together
✦Cleaning his Knives


∞ Likes ∞
β™₯ Sweets (candy, Cake, Pop, etc.)
β™₯ The Snow
β™₯ Adrenaline


∞ Dislikes ∞
βœ– His Father | Sentence
βœ– Killing Women and Children | Has a great dislike to kill Women and children, men their free reign.


∞ Talents ∞
βœ” Hand-to-Hand Combat/Fighting with Knives
βœ” Sharpshooter
βœ” Killing


∞ Fears ∞
✘ Losing his mother
✘ Being Discovered as a Traitor
✘ Not being useful


∞ Flaws ∞
✘ Compassionate (In his line of work that's a bad thing.)
✘ Stubborn as a Ox
✘ Will overexert himself in almost any activity to the point of collapse


∞ Secrets ∞
βŒ› Defector | Quinn has been leaking information and supplies to the Freedom Fighters for sometime now.
βŒ› Testing | His Father is one of Ira's scientists that worked on Akane and used his own son and others as a test subject to see if they'd survive, before trying it on Akane to create a perfect soldier. Quinn was the only one to survive the results. He doesn't remember any of it.
βŒ› Father | Is one of Ira's scientists who commits horrid atrocities in the name of science even using his own son for his research.







Image∞ Weapon ∞
Quinn is almost always seen wearing a black trench coat and a Kevlar vest underneath. Quinn hide's his face with a mask which he's been nicknamed by many of Ira's agents as 'Ira's Reaper'. His vest holds two Large Knife's and attached to his back is a Custom Kriss Vector.

∞ Personality ∞
Answer Here






Image∞ Romantic Interest ∞
Akane

∞ History ∞
Quinn was raised mostly by his mother until his at a young age his mother fell ill, Quinn cannot remember much of his childhood as he was put through cruel experiments and training to try and create a perfect soldier. It didn't work, however the result was they made a murder, that was very good at what he does.

From then on Quinn worked for Ira as a Government Enforcer as part of Ira's Secret Police. Throughout his work Quinn worked closely with Akane and even became one of her best agents his main duty was dealing with Ira's opposition and anything that stood a future threat to his reign. Thus he's been tasked with hunting down the Light Bearers and the Freedom Fighters. Not soon after he couldn't bring himself to kill a child who'd been a informant for the Freedom Fighters. Since then he's now a double agent realizing that the world would be better off without men like Ira and his father and made it his duty to see that come true. No matter the cost to Quinn, even if that means his life.


*∞ Other ∞
Answer Here

So begins...

Quinn Narikami's Story

Setting

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Subject 703 has been deemed a failure, termination will supervene immediately.

The blood on her arm had dried from where she ripped out the IV, her head throbbed as the sedatives began to wear off. The brown haired girl poked her head out from under the pink blanket, gazing at the unfamiliar space around her. She was no longer in the hospital. During her forced relaxation session, someone had come into the room and discharged her, but between the car ride and now the adolescent had fallen asleep.

She sat up slowly, the spinning receding as she hugged her knees, wondering where she was. Or what she was really, she had heard the nurses whispering in the ER, she could vaguely remember the cold that she had grown so used to after getting out. The female sat up, the memory gone almost as soon as it had come. When she tried to think back to that day, to any day past this one, it all simply faded like a blizzard blocking your vision. The girl gripped the sides of her head, trying to hold on to the fragments of the memory, but found that she was unable to.

Who... Am I?" She stared at her shaking fingers, her vision blurring as tears obscured her vision. The girl whipped her head around the stark white room, wondering where she was and how she had gotten here. A sudden urge to get out filled her and acted on the impromptu impulse. Nimble fingers pulled out the tube in her nose and she winced at the odd sticky feeling it gave her; she ripped out the IV, causing blood and liquid to spurt from the wound and tubes. She grasped the injection spot with her other hand, blood leaking between her fingers and a harsh beep filling the air. The child arose from the mattress, another terrible wailing wadding in the space, but she didn't stay to listen to it. The brown haired figure fled the room, running down the hall and nearly bumping into two men dressed in white. Her eyes had laid upon these kind before, but where she couldn't place. Orderlies, that's what they were called. She back tracked and ran the other way, the white rose on her back exposed to anyone who looked at the open space where her hospital gown flapped open. "Stop right there!" They called, but she was too far ahead to hear them. The Light Bearer vaulted herself over the handrail of a staircase and stumbled on the landing, her momentum propelling her forward and down the stairs. She was in the hallway now and was so close to the door that she could see the dark sky and flurry of snow outside the glass area. Before she could get through the door, however, a sharp pain pricked the back of her neck and her body fell forward, suddenly unwilling to move. A male nurse in green scrubs caught her, lifting her into his arms. "Looks like our Jane Doe has finally awaken."

"Is that my name?" Jane Doe, she wrinkled her nose and looked in the mirror mounted on the back of the closet door. No, it was too... foreign. She whipped her head around once more to hone in on voices flitting past the entryway in the hallway and pushed the pink fuzzy blanket aside, tip toeing across the cold wood floor and nearly tripping over her own feet. She sunk forward onto her knees, too dizzy to attempt to get back up, and stared at her hands, noticing a small, almost imperceptible scar on her wrist and turning it over to reveal that her ID chip was gone. That rectangular piece of metal had been the only thing to keep her hopes up when she had been lost in the snowy tundra. She blinked, how...? But it was gone once more and she couldn't ever remember hearing the words ID chip, much less having one. The dizzyness slowly subsided and she rose to her feet, opening up the only obstacle between her and the hall and poking her head out the door only to see people.

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"Her stamina is remarkable," it was Ira's voice that penetrated the inner angel in her head telling Akane not to kill these freaks. She hated scientists, but the soldier knew better than to attempt murder here; she did not want to get sent away again. The treadmill slowed, coming to a stop and Akane looked in confusion out the one way glass window to the team of blockheads in lab coats, but the equipment did not start up again. A door opened and one of their interns stepped in, using her clipboard like a shield as she slowly walked towards Akane and undid the electrodes as swiftly as her frail body could move before turning to run out. "What's her problem? The woman mumbled although she already knew the answer. Ever since the accident that had gotten her sent away, Akane had been treated by the specialists like cancer. Unwanted and dangerous. She was only getting her annual physical and yet they rushed it as much as possible. "Good work Akane, you can return to your duties." Pride welled up inside of her at the sound of Ira's praise, Akane was like a puppy always wanting to please its owner wherever Ira was involved. She pulled her serafuku back on and cracked her knuckles, glad that the physical was over. Akane left the testing area and walked to the elevator, glancing into one of the one way windows to see another of Ira's pets doing a puzzle. It was her job to keep these beasts in line ever since one of her Guardian's precious toys escaped. She remembered that week, it had been awful leading search teams into the vast snowy plains that surrounded the University of Science and DNA at the edge of one of the Colonies in New Tokyo. Ira hadn't been the same after that, he seemed to always be on edge, blaming everyone, even the FF for the loss. Akane didn't care, it was just one more Light Bearer that she could cross off the list.

Akane had entered the elevator when a fellow security agent slipped in between the doors and saluted. Akane frowned, she didn't return it because you were not supposed to salute those below your status, or in indoors. He handed her the folder and bowed, taking a step back and exiting backwards when the door opened on the floor below. Akane followed him out, glancing at the closed manila binder and shrugging as she headed towards the control room. It was only once she was inside the comfort of her watch tower that she opened the file and a smile tugged at her lips. A hunt had finally been called for the Freedom Fighters.

Akane knew exactly who she was going to deploy for this assignment and quickly rose to her feet, heading to the lowest level of the University where they kept the worst of Ira's subjects, the Light Bearer's. Her footsteps echoed on the brightly polished white tiled floors, she passed doors made of various materials that could withstand the blunt force of whatever they were supposed to keep contained. Akane stopped when she reached one made of stone. Not bothering to knock, the woman unlocked it with the mater key and stepped inside, a wicked smile crawling up her features. "I have a job for you Homra, passed down to me by Ira himself."