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Tanaka Hiraku

"Above everything else... Be a professional."

0 · 328 views · located in Melancholy;The City of Poverty

a character in “Bonds Through Chains”, as played by Sovereign

Description

Tanaka Hiraku



Age:
53

Gender:
Male

'Race':
Slaver

Height:
5’-8’’ (172 cm)

Weight:
152 lb (69 kg)

Skin Tone:
Tan and Blistered




Appearance:
Image



Personality: There is no man in the city as ruthless and as intimidating as the Big Brother Tanaka Hiraku. Though having a very professional and honorable demeanor about him, there is a cold callus disposition that calculates brutality that few in the city can remake. His enemies fear him and his friends both fear and love him for good reason. Hiraku is a product of his excessively cold and brutal environment. Growing in the sheer monstrosities, the worst that the slavery system had to offer in this miserable city he climbed the socio-economic strata that lingers in the poverty area of the city to become one of the most violent and dangerous slaver and gangster in the slums. There is a bestial hardboilness underneath it all that hits at a veteran and seniority of this very inhumane and dreaded trade.

Likes:
  • Chewing Tobacco
  • Clothes
  • Enterprise
  • Base Ball
  • Professionalism
  • Power
  • Respect


Dislikes:
  • The Wealthy
  • Radicals
  • Fire
  • Alcohol
  • Intemperance
  • Upstarts

Interest: Hiraku realizes with each passing year he is getting older, and with each passing year his enemies are getting stronger and his lieutenants are getting bolder. Like how he replaced his former boss, Hiraku suspects a Coup within the gang of 12 and his highly paranoid of whom is planning to mastermind it. Silently he begins to play the game of cat and mouse, weeding out the traitor in his crew that wants his prestigious position in their well-established gang.

Bio:Hiraku is the head of a crew of slavers known as Ryōken (The Hounds - 猟犬) that run most of the slums at the very top of the violence and corrupt that runs abundant across the streets of Melancholy. They are often hired by the Wealthy to terrorize local slave populations, kidnap specific tastes and breeds of people and to exterminate and silence agitators that try to throw a monkey wrench within the system.

Hiraku himself has spent his whole life in the slums and lives as good as a slave can ever expect. Legends circle around his life, what he had been through in the hands of very monstrous owners, what he had done to his processors to rise to the top and the horrible unspeakable terrors he has done to those whom cross him both wealthy and slave alike. He is one of the few slaves Wealthy try to actively avoid unless they need him to do some matter of dirty work.

Despite this small standing of respect and power Hiraku is very much a bought man. He is nothing more than a very efficient tough the Wealthy can rely on to enforce the status quo among the masses and he and his men do an all too well job executing such desires.

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So begins...

Tanaka Hiraku's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ivan Akiviri Character Portrait: Hatakeyama Kaito Character Portrait: Tanaka Hiraku Character Portrait: Kida Abara Character Portrait: Misaki Harima Character Portrait: Chrono De Valliere
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Within the muddled, dirty, stench ridden crowded city streets that was comprised of the Slave City of Melancholy, another exceeding rare thing passed by Misaki first and then Chrono second. It was an automobile. A very rust clad and old automobile, one most likely long since used by a dozen drivers and chauffeurs that catered to elites before finally being discarded. For someone to resemble the parts and repair to become mobile meant distinction. The car pulled right up to the sight of the slaver operation and the letters painted crudely along it made the other slavers go silent. Four people emerged out of the car, all wearing nice comfortable clothes for this district, one man had a horrible gash across his face, one woman with rather homely features about herself and a tattoo covering her right face, one rather huge man with scars… and Tanaka Hiraku.

“Watch the Car Kiyoshi…” The rather aged man spoke up to the driver with the ugly growth on his face. He bowed respectfully to his Big Brother, as was the title for their gang leader as he went back into the driver seat subtly testing the saw off shotgun underneath the driver wheel.

The other three walked over, the veteran smuggler and slaver took a rather rancid piece of chewing tobacco from a cheap tin box and began to chew. He walked right up to the bearded man. “I am in the middle of business!” He gripped for a moment before the larger man next to him gave the slaver an eye evil prompting him to shrink. The other two slavers that had been a part of his small crew were keen for their knives, but as the woman undid he jacket she showed she was holstering a side-arm… with the discarded parts of men she liked to cut out of people tied next to her hostler. The two other shrunk like frighten bunnies.

“We were in business first Fujiyama… when you decided to sell product without giving me my operational cut. Failing to conclude past business before continuing with present business is bad business.” Buyers were important to this part of the city yes, but Tanaka could not afford people stealing from him, he had a reputation to uphold. He took one look at the wealthy boy, not even a bodyguard to accompany him, most unwise.

“Please mind our interruption, we will allow you to conclude your business.” He spoke before he spoke again. “Hodo please take Fujiyama for a drink of tea.” The other man eyes went wide, he knew what that meant as he desperately tried to make a break for it grappled by the massive man as he dragged him towards the car. He looked to the other two slavers. “You’ll get some courier packages the next couple of days, I do hope you appreciate that.” Of their former boss piece by piece “Please continue your business with this nice gentlemen here. I am will be awaiting my share by tonight.” No one stole from him: period.

Life was savagery here in the slums, and those who ruled were the biggest of monsters. He casted only one look at the other boy on the side. No words, no thoughts. The slave should have considered himself very fortunate it was just that.




There was a tranquil silence that stirred inside his precious Elysium, Kaito did not even dare to break it. It was like a wordless pact he had made with the private conservation that spanned out for endless acres in all directions. No cards, no noise, no people besides the occasional slave gardener or grounds keeper that passed through on a compact soundless motor car for some more maintenance. Above everything else, the number of grounds keepers on staff were an alarming number, to preserve, monitor wild life and tend to natural works in this place took a few dozen full time men. Kaito wanted them to be slaves because freemen could leave this place and for rather estranging reasons he wanted the staff to live on the very thing they took care of. They would treat it much better if they were forced to live in it.

The private man just waited for the men to pass. They said nothing, just tipped their hard hats at the sight of their master. Kaito was not a very cruel master but a very possessive and eccentric one. He had noticed the slaves often acted much differently around him, nervous. He said nothing, soon they were gone and he was alone once more. No noise, no people, simply… peace. Silently he turned his attention back to his proverbial palace built to house him and the staff of Elysium. It was an unspeakably massive building fit for the extravagance of an emperor.

He crossed both his arms behind his back as he stood there starring out to the palace he had made to live away from the city, away from the noise, the crowds, the people, the diseases, the horribleness. He needed to get back inside, there was a central console inside his home that had accessed to the city’s power grid and the various proxies that he networked to run his affairs from the comfort of his palace. The city most enigmatic eccentric was not in public sight, but his actions still held a great deal of weight that echoed through out every corner of the city.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mikazuki Natsumi Character Portrait: Ivan Akiviri Character Portrait: Hatakeyama Kaito Character Portrait: Tanaka Hiraku Character Portrait: Kida Abara Character Portrait: Misaki Harima
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Kida paused while he saw someone talking to him, 'A wealthy person...? Here already...?' He wasn't interested in being bought just yet, in fact, he wanted to leave the city of slavery instead of being bought to work as he always did. Kida blinked at this man for a while, and didn't answer until one of the random slave onlookers yelled out for him to answer the rich man, which annoyed him enough, so he simply replied, "I stole headphones. They are rare here." He held them up, but far enough from all of the slaves who were looking at him with jealousy, "Unlike your city, we're not living in lavishness where these could easily be afforded." He frowned a bit, not taking a liking to any of the wealthy, no matter who they were. He wasn't going to trust someone anymore after what happened to the little girl who used to visit him and who died of an illness. She wasn't saved, even with the wealthy's wonderful medical abilities, and because of that, his hatred of the rich grew even stronger, despite who they really may have been.





Misaki noticed that a lot of people were now in the city of poverty. She looked around and saw that there were many wealthy lurking around, either just to look, or to buy. She saw a beautiful woman, two men in fancy clothing, and a young man talking to a chased slave, 'Of course... no one would be here to save them...' Misaki felt a small touch of pain in her chest as she felt a tug onto her cloak by a little girl who was much skinnier than she thought they would be. After taking a glance around, she knelt down, and gave this little girl a piece of bread as she ran off with joy, 'They've gotten much more skinnier...' Misaki slowly stood up, pulling her dirty cloak over her head as she then saw someone in the distance, also seeming to be helping a little child, 'Huh...?' She looked closer, not believing what she saw as this wealthy black haired young man was also tending for the poor, "That's... impossible though..."





Yuki decided to head for the city of slavery first. Although his family was very important to him, and their health was also very important, he wanted to also help those who's life were in much more danger than his family's. He saw many poor people, sitting on the side of the road, hiding, and even robbing each other to help them self, "It's even come down to this much greed?" He asked out loud, a few people spitting at him for his words. He didn't mind though, because that's who he used to be also. Yuki found an old woman sitting on the side, coughing very hard as he kneeled down, reached into his bag, and pulled out what appeared to be a shot, "Don't mind me Ma'am." He smiled slightly and put the needle into her arm and ejected the medicine, hoping that it would lead to her living to see the next day. Yuki, too, was once a slave, so the least he could do as a run away, was to repay the people he left behind.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Elayna Clare Character Portrait: Mikazuki Natsumi Character Portrait: Ivan Akiviri Character Portrait: Hatakeyama Kaito Character Portrait: Tanaka Hiraku Character Portrait: Kida Abara
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Ms. Cheng stood there again quietly. Once again she was over estimated and passed off of any value because of Mr. Hatekeyma's own egnimatic wishes in the past. "No." Was the diffentative answer. It stab almost like a knife as the older woman gave her stare down.

"It is not Mr. Hatakeyma who will be buying this company it will be me. I am the one handling this exchange and I consider this treatment an extreme insult." She said with a little bit of bitterness distilled into her tone though covered well at the most. "The denial of my meeting with your father speaks that you don't believe I won't keep my word and be trust worthy and shows that you completely disrespect the wishes of my employer."

If she or her father was not willing to play by the rules, then it was a warning sign of things to come. "Now you can explain to your father just how you destroyed a multi-million dollar deal in a few minutes of time, unlike your father Mr. Hatakeyma has a great trust in subordinates." Was all she said as the older woman approached the lot again waiting for her car to return. She didn't even take the files or the crane as her instincts as a professional told her this deal would bring the company nothing but troubles.




There was a snide snobbish apathy among the wealthy to the street to even acknowledge Tanaka and his blatant violence. He should not complain, as the slaver and his three associates simply departed with their one man. The other slaves on the streets winced horrible as the large one of the four dragged their victim to the car and began to savagely beat him with brute strength alone. The woman aided her associate in the beat down before she popped open the trunk the two tossing the man inside. The slaver took one long look at the group around one pink hair slave. He thought nothing of it simply retaking his seat in the car and the old rust clad motor began to cruise off. Slaves silently went back to their affairs.