Name: Rokoro âRookâ Heijiri
Age: 28
Element: None
Weapon(s): An LK-42 Rifle with variable scope and ammunition. Twin .45 pistols in underarm holsters. Twin sawed off shotguns strapped to his thighs. 3 combat blades, one at his hip, one on his thigh and one in the heel of his boot. Taser Knuckles. Multiple grenades of varying lethality.
Appearance: Rook stands tall at 6â1, built tough and with more than a little muscle definition displayed across his frame. His skin is surprisingly pale, if only because he keeps it covered in suits and masks for most of his time outside. His skin is incredibly calloused, with the texture of sandpaper to indicate that heâs had more than his fair share of rough and tumble activities. His black hair is cut short, almost to the point of a buzz cut. His blue eyes stare through people with a surprising mix of death and life, almost as if theyâre trying to convey a sense of humor that is so dark that to understand it would make one just as dead inside. A light beard covers his chin, well kept and maintained. His body is surprisingly lacking in any noticeable scars or tattoos.
His attire is that of a casual business man. He likes his dress shirts and slacks, mixed with ties that range from colorful and eye popping to bland and boring. Heâll often wear a suit jacket over top that is perfect in fit for him, often times loaded with items of his trade but hidden behind pockets.
When on the job, his attire changes slightly. His pants are loaded down with a utility belt to carry all of his gear. His holsters are slung under his jacket and combat boots adorn his feet instead of dress shoes. Itâs also at this point heâll don his skull mask and mirrored shades.
History: Looking back at Rookâs life, itâs not hard to see how he ended up where he currently is. He was born to a down on their luck couple in a back alley after they couldnât afford the necessary health care. During his birth, his father robbed a pharmacy in order to get the meds to help with the delivery and after-effects of Rookâs arrival to the world. His first act in this world may not have been a crime, but it inspired someone to do it for him.
He grew up in a shanty town known as âHobo Hallâ. A loose coalition of homeless people who had managed to set up ramshackle housing underneath a major transit bridge. It was there that he spent the majority of his time as his parents went to great lengths to support themselves. His father was not above robbing, assaulting, and in some cases, outright murdering people if it meant that his family was safe and fed. His mother, while not as aggressive, was by no means a saint. A woman who could clean up well, she used her body and charms to steal information from people and blackmail them into paying them to shut up. It was never enough to draw too much attention to them to warrant a police assault on Hobo Hall, but it was also not enough to get them out either.
When Rook got old enough, he too started doing whatever he could to get by. During one stint at a grocery store, pocketing enough food to survive the day, he met a young girl by the name of Meiji. He had seen her wandering around Hobo Hall as well, but had never talked to her. She was doing the same thing as her, but unlike Rook, she got caught. She dropped everything and ran from the store as a few employees ran after her. Rook took the opportunity to steal a bit more than he needed and made his way out of the building.
A small walk later, and he managed to catch sight of the girl in an alley, sitting against a wall and staring at a crushed piece of bread in her hand. Rook looked at all the things he had gotten, intent on returning home with them, but for some reason he was drawn to her. He walked up to her, and gave her all the extra stuff he had managed to snag. After which they walked home, and it was from that point onwards that they were inseparable...even if his parents werenât too happy about it.
It was just another mouth to feed to them, they couldnât be bothered to look after some kid who had nowhere to go when they themselves were struggling just to get by. So she was kicked out of their home, but Rook and Meiji didnât let that stop them. They gathered up materials to create their own clubhouse and soon they were hanging out there whenever they could, performing crimes just for themselves.
It was several years later when Rookâs dad got himself killed in a robbery gone wrong. His mother fell into a deep depression and later took her own life, unable to cope with how pitiful her existence had become. Without any parent figures in his life, he looked to Meiji who had never had such a thing for assistance. They had already been doing jobs and minor crime for themselves for awhile now, but it was high time they took it up a notch. In their teens, they became bold and brave, if somewhat stupid. They started doing daring things, and even managed to kill their first person during this time. Their skills grew, their resources grew, and before long they had a nice little stash for themselves. Meiji, who had long ago learned she was a firebender, focused on her martial arts. Rook, who had always been a little dismayed that he had no such talent, focused on the more material things such as weapons and vehicles. Unfortunately, as their success and money grew, so did their infamy.
It wasnât long before the police had had enough of the âSibling Skullsâ as they kept calling themselves and raided Hobo Hall. Unfortunately for them though, Meiji and Rook had known this was coming for awhile now and had already vacated, moving on to bigger and better things. They started doing jobs for minor criminal syndicates, moving up the ladder and raking in more money, more fame, more everything. They became addicted to the way of life, with adrenaline and excitement filling the void in their lives. Soon, they had managed to rise to a respectable pair of mercenaries that anyone could hire if the price was right. Meiji had become a fierce firebender martial artist, while Rook had honed his weapon skills and learned how to drive nearly any vehicle they could get their hands on.
The Sibling Skulls were on the scene, and they were more than ready to make waves.