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Sang Kyung

From the far reaches of Japan to the streets of Wing City, the Yakuza prowl.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by RolePlayGateway, as played by Gasmask

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This martial arts master has tattoos in classic oriental style spreading from the top of his neck to the bottom of his feet. A descendant of the once-great Kyung Clan, decimated by the three major families of Japan. He travels now in a singlet, and thick dress slacks along with a pair of oriental swords, one katana and wakizashi. The other permanent addition is to his face, a large shit-eating grin from ear-to-ear.

Sang screamed as he quickly grabbed the revolver off the table and repeatedly pressed the trigger down, he swore there was a bullet in every chamber as the clicks screeched into the night. Suicide was not an option, and he decided on one thing; Fleeing.

So begins...

Sang Kyung's Story

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Sang Kyung Lazily pushed the door open, joint clenched in-between teeth. The faint smoke raising from his lips, it had the reverse effect of not affecting the mind but fueling the mental power needed to fuel his unique gift. He took a couple of wary steps in before stuffing his hands in his tuxedo pockets, leaning slightly backwards, his posture wasn't great.

He had that wide grin on, he always had that grin on. "Quiet, eh?"

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Sang Kyung Lazily pushed the door open, joint clenched in-between teeth. The faint smoke raising from his lips, it had the reverse effect of not affecting the mind but fueling the mental power needed to fuel his unique gift. He took a couple of wary steps in before stuffing his hands in his tuxedo pockets, leaning slightly backwards, his posture wasn't great.

He had that wide grin on, he always had that grin on. "Quiet, eh?" He asked, no-one in particular.

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Sang Kyung Smirked. Glancing at black. "I remember, A week ago, the place was blown up..all over the news." He scratched his chin. "Before I arrived here though." He tilted his head to the side at Stryfe. He looked her up and down. He held up his finger and laughed, joint falling from his lips as he quickly covered up the mistake by crushing it with his shoe.

He withdrew another smoking implement, a cigarette this time. Much more legal. He lit it by tapping his palm with his thumb. He looked at Stryfe again, eyes trailing down to her legs and back up. "Your not much yourself." "Although, I guess the leather makes up for that huh?" "DO I expect you to take out a whip at me and gag me?"

Of course, Sang was testing the grounds.

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Sang Kyung Placed his hands behind his head. Leaning back in mid-air, a little he turned his face to face Jaden. He nodded deeply and waved with his two fingers behind his head. Before he started to laugh, he lowered his face to stare. "Improvise?, your lacking the mistress look, sorry." He grinned and licked his lips. He couldn't help but wink.

He threw something over to her table. A small box of joints, he had plenty. "Made by yours truly." He grinned, point at the box. Indeed on the top it read. "Sang Kyang." In scribbled english, obviously he wasn't good at english, well writing that is. Below that, was Asian dialect however, all in perfect lettering.

He glanced at black and laughed. "Chairs?, I think she'd grab the wall.." He broke out laughing, a compliment with a sting in it's tail.

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Sang Kyung Grinned, he walked over steadily and kicked his legs up onto the table. He held out his hand, sure enough the hand's fingers were covered in flames, it seemed to completely leave Sang's hand intact, yet sure as hell there it was. Sang was a pyrokinitec. "You look your in a group..mafia?, yakuza?" He grinned, chewing the end of his cigarette delicately. "If so, I think I have to run." He shook his head. "You don't look it, so I'll tell you a secret."

"I managed to piss off the American and Italian mafias, beat up the yakuza's third in command..In your books, I've been a bad boy." He winked and licked his lips.

"I really doubt your a dominatrix either. In any case, why would a dominatrix come here?"

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Sang Kyung Tapped his chin. "I won't pry, last time I did with 'mercs involved..let's just say I didn't wake up for a week." He grinned and shook his head, extinguishing the flames with a breath. "Although..I haven't got some work for sometime, who do you hire?" He asked, the genuine look of interest in his fiery eyes.

He looked at the dance floor. "Was I only one to not notice that?, I thought this was a bar not a night-club..judging by the signs..I need to learn my english better." He grinned and extended a hand.

"I'm Sang, as you may already know."

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Sang Kyung Lowered his legs and propped his head on his elbows. Yakuza, well the yakuza dragon was tattooed up his entire arm, treachery was always in the ranks of the mafia. Indeed, it was intricate and must have taken hours of sitting there. "I'll just call you lady, Kay?" He grinned and leaned forward. "You hire all sorts?, this place a warzone?" He glances backwards and pats a location on his chest, indeed there was a faint impression behind the tuxedo. Some type of compact projectile weapon.

"You hire martial artists?"

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Sang Kyung Grinned. "Your smoking a Joint and saying legal, irony in that." The grin was back, as too was the wink. He got off his right elbow and now was leaning on his left. He flexed his right hand, before nodding slowly. "Violently, quickly..Got it." He chewed his joint and leaned back, now folding his arms over his chest.

"Take a look at me.." But before he could finish his sentence he could hear the same man that before was talking. "Your mistaken with the new generation of Yakuza.." He whistled before deciding to show the man what a yakuza in his world was. He unbottoned his shirt, taking off the coat and placing it lazily on the table. "Sorry, miss. I just want to show off." He grinned down at her and turned around.

Apart from weapons, one could see the Yakuza dragon tattoo reached the entirety of his waist, upper muscles and arms. "You were saying, my friend?" He asks black. "This isn't just app-..app- Looks!" He had trouble with english, so he substituted for slang. So much for appearing discreet.

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Sang Kyung Smirked and grabbed his shirt, pulling it back on with a smile. "They already did friend, double cross me that is." He tapped his joint lightly, flicking the ash away with nary a care. He pulled on his coat, slipping in the box of joints while he was at it. "The Irezumi, or what you saw just now, are hand-poked, The procedure to do this is expensive and painful, mine took five years." He smiled faintly and took a seat again. "I doubt I need any further refrence with the Yakuza, unless you want to know what 'family' I was associated with are the Yamaguchi-gumi." He ran a hand though his hair. "They did, I did..I was double-crossed, never working with." He spat on the floor. "With american mafia again." "Bitch nearly got me killed, the bitch called Ilse, you may know of the skank!" He paused. "Ah, sorry for that. See, my father was Australian, my mother a mix of Japanese and Asian." He smirked. "That's what got me involved with the Yakuza, I was double-crossed, little honor involved in that 'incident'." "To quote."

"More money if you terminate the target after the 'job'." "I can't get any more, lady for getting none without reason lacks the honor." He tilted his head. "How would you like to hire me?, or would you rather test me?"

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Sang Kyung Folded his arms. He was distracted faintly by the sounds of playing, distinctly Japanese, the yakuza family he was involved with had drilled the culture into his brain so he was more Japanese in the head than Asian. He smiled at Ebony, throwing a small pouch of clinking money, paper and gold. He grinned and held out his hand to shake blacks. Indeed, the song suited the current moment.

"My heart says your a good man, despite your exterior." He kicked black a seat at the table with him and Stryfe. He bowed his head to Stryfe. "I see, so your fight..is this a good, honorable fight?" He inspected her up and down.

"I want to join your faction." "I need the money, shelter and a place to stay with my companion. My brother, well british brother." He grinned and held out his hand. "Do I need the mark?, of your faction?, would you even accept me?"

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Sang Kyung Smiled. He tapped his joint again, kicking up his legs again he nodded towards black. "Good, but before I ask, who is..'seraph' and 'Ack trane?" He tilted his head. "I thank you, for this most generous decision." He bowed his head and continued his observation of the room. "Where is this place?, is there rampant racism in your faction?..I need to know these things?" He questioned.

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Sang Kyung Laughed. "We are all killers at this table, ahuh?" He pulls out a delicate black throwing knife and inscribes the table with a Japanese symbol for death. "This is now, our table!" He announces, laughing. He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. Sliding the knife away. "Black, strange name is it not?" He look up at strife and nodded his head. "Where Do I stay?, how will you stay in contact?..Ah forget it, you probably already know.."

He waved and turned back to black. "Is there something very important in your coat?, or does your races culture confuse me?"

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Sang Kyung Took the card and slipped it into his coat. "The palace?, misleading name, a hotel not a palace..crazy.." He mutters and shakes his head. "A pledge?, hmm..fair enough." He folded his arms and got up to bow at Stryfe. "I wish to see you again, lady." He grinned and took a seat again. His first day was going very well indeed.

"You may, black." He extended his hand, a single flame dancing on the the end of his finger. "A.O.A?, I see...You are in a faction too?"

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Sang Kyung Nodded. "Ah, I see." "Well, I inherited my pyromania from my father, I am immune to fire on the inside and outside." "But, this is all fueled by ash." He shrugged. "That's I smoke." He tilted his head. "I have the reverse effects on marijuana, drugs do not effect me, not even pain-killers." He grumbled and leaned back. "So they kidnap you?"

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Sang Kyung Grinned. The grin that said, I'll be fine buddy. He waves and kicks his feet up at the 'killer' table. Hands in his pockets he glances around, puffing his joint.

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Sang Kyung Exhaled deeply. He wasn't going to move from his

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Sang Kyung Exhaled deeply. He wasn't going to move from his location at the 'Killer' table, the Japanese marking was already etched on the table. He tapped his fingers along the table, the annoying clink, clink, clink of the nails hitting the floor.

"Sing along, mocking-bird you don't affect me.."

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Sang Kyung Exhaled another breath of smoke. "Boom." He said jokingly.

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Sang Kyung Stared at Jaden and smiled, he flicked out his box full of vairouis smoking implements, all custom..cuban, joints, pipes..if a police force caught Sang with this, it would probably be a life sentence. "Take your pick, got your favorite pipes from america..not very good at keeping fit, but they make good smoking stuff, eh?, ahhahah!" He laughed and folded his arms.

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Sang Kyung Perked up. "We got jobs, signed up for the invictus..Good sounding guys, not much racism.." He shrugged. "Gave us a place to stay, shit like that..Don't trust them though, I wouldn't trust leader not to stab us in the back like our last one did."

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Sang Kyung Tapped Jaden on the side of the head. One of the rare people able to do so, without getting their hands snapped off.

"You okay, buddy?"

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Sang Kyung Scratched his head. "You want your pipe?" he pushes the box over, containing the illegal narcotics that barely affected the both of them. He kicked up his legs. "I'm going upstairs for a view, you coming?"

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Sang Kyung Slipped in a new-smoke and got up. He lit with his pyrokintec abilities and walked up the steps. "Come on man, I heard the view is awesome"

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Sang Kyung Scratched his chin as he advanced up the building. He grinned as he looked up and down the corridor. Waiting for his partner to catch up. He looked down the steps and scratched the back of his head. "You coming?, get your lazy british arse up here!" He yelled downwards.

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Sang Kyung "God damn it, I knew he was slow." He grabbed the railing and jumped down.