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Masahiro Oshiro

A doctor's work is never finished

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a character in “Tundra”, as played by Driton

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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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❝How did I know? Your body language made it obvious.❞








Image∞ Full Name ∞
Masahiro Oshiro

∞ Nickname ∞
Dr. Oshiro, it's more of a title than a nickname, but it's what people call him.

∞ Ethnicity ∞
Japanese

∞ Age ∞
36

∞ Gender ∞
Male

*∞ Sexuality ∞
Straight

∞ Role ∞
Doctor, is not a light bearer, helps the FF in secret

∞ Ability ∞
No powers, but is a good doctor

∞ Face Claim ∞
Jouji Saiga from Psycho Pass






Image∞ Height & Weight ∞
At 5'10" and 185lb (178cm and 84kg) Masahiro isn't small, but he's not too big either

∞ Hair color ∞
Black

∞ Eye color ∞
Dark brown and he wears brown rimmed glasses

∞ Distinguishable Facial Features ∞
There's nothing that really stands out

∞ Birthmarks/Scars/Tattoos/Piercings ∞
He has no marks of particular note

∞ Physical Description ∞
Masahiro looks like a fairly ordinary man, he's slightly above average height, other than that he's of average build, not muscular but yet not seeming to weak either. Looking at his body, you won't see anything out of the ordinary. The only one feature that stands out is his forehead, it seems a bit large, this is due to a prematurely receding hair line combined with the fact that he keeps his hair slicked back so it's out of the way.

What distinguishes Masahiro isn't his physical build, but rather the expression and atmosphere he gives off. Just by looking at him, you can tell he's a learned man and you can't help but think he must be deep in thought, contemplating some grand, complex idea. Yet he never misses a thing and when you talk to him he gives you his full attention despite this air of deep thought. His glasses only lend to this effect, though the lenses are fake, he only wears them to give the impression he has a weakness that he actually doesn't have.







Image∞ Habits/Quirks ∞
✦ Notes | He's almost always carrying a pin and paper so he can jot down notes when needed.
✦ Deep thought | He always seems to be deep in thought, even when he's asleep you'd think he never stops contemplating.
✦ Analytical | He tends to analyze everything in great detail, it's simply the way he is.


∞ Likes ∞
♥ Tea | He likes to have a cup of tea each morning before getting to work.
♥ Helping others | He enjoys helping almost anyone in any way he reasonably can.
♥ Learning | He always seems to be learning and gathering information, whether from a book or from observing those around him.


∞ Dislikes ∞
✖ Impatient people | He finds it annoying to have to deal with impatient people.
✖ Wasted time | If he feels like he has wasted time, it really gets on his nerves.
✖ Lying | He feels it gets in the way of learning, but he recognizes the need for a lie here and there and is more practiced at it than he would like to be.


∞ Talents ∞
✔ Medical knowledge | He is a doctor after all.
✔ Psychology | He is well educated and well practiced in this field. He can read a person like an open book.
✔ Lying | Due to his training in psychology along with the years of lying about helping the Freedom Fighters, he can lie without showing the normal tells.


∞ Fears ∞
✘ Losing a patient | If he fails to save a patient in critical condition, he considers it his fault.
✘ Being discovered | He fully knows what will happen to him if Ira's enforcers discover he's been helping the Freedom Fighter, after all, he often treats people that have been punished for lesser crimes.
✘ Being taken | He knows more about medical science than most people, so he thinks Ira might someday notice him and offer him a job in Ira's private lab. Obviously if he didn't accept, he would be punished.


∞ Flaws ∞
✘ Critical | He tends to be overly critical of others.
✘ He's blunt | This makes him seem rude, even when he's trying to be nice.
✘ To analytical | He can often end up over analyzing things, resulting in wasted time, which he doesn't like.


∞ Secrets ∞
⌛ Helping the FF | He's been providing medical services for the FF for some time now.
⌛ Glasses | His glasses are fake, he wears them so people will think he has a weakness that he doesn't have.







∞ Weapon ∞
Doesn't use a weapon

∞ Personality ∞
Blunt and straight forward, Masahiro can often be perceived as rude. However, he's actually a kind person, he just doesn't see the point in wasting time with pleasantries and beating around the bush. He's logical and calculating and he's very careful about what he shares with another person. Still, he cares deeply about the well being of others and always puts full effort into treating his patients, regardless of who they are, once they're his patient, he'll do everything he can to make sure they're in good medical condition.

Masahiro can read someone in a glance, just by looking at them he can tell what they're good at and what they're bad at. He can tell if a person is lying or if they are hurt, even when they try to hide it. At times it can almost seem like he's looking right into your mind and reading every thought you have.






∞ Romantic Interest ∞
None

∞ History ∞
There wasn't any horrible event that happened in Masahiro's past to make him hate Ira Shoku or want to fight back, he just didn't ignore what was happening around him. He could see how Ira was taking control of people's lives and doing evil things. He could see what light there was fading into nothing more than a memory. Despite this, he knew that speaking out against Ira would do no good. So Masahiro decided to learn useful skills and try to gain a job that might be useful someday. He knew a group of people would eventually form to fight back against Ira, so he wanted to be able to support that group when the time came.

Many years later, Masahiro had gone through college and now had several medical degrees and psychology degrees, which certified him to perform the twice a year health inspections required by law. He had also become the head doctor at a clinic, which also servers as a hospital for the region, and he used this position to treat Freedom Fighter members that had the mark of light, that way they can receive medical attention without being reported to the authorities. He also performs the twice a year health and mental inspections for the Freedom Fighters so they won't be reported to the authorities and so they don't get caught for failing to report for inspection.


∞ Other ∞
Masahiro sometimes treats government employees, when he does he tries to gather as much information as possible to pass on to the Freedom Fighters.

Because Masahiro is the head doctor at a hospital, his living quarters are located in the hospital so he can be available to take care of patients even after curfew.

So begins...

Masahiro Oshiro's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mako Character Portrait: Akane Tomomi Character Portrait: Balthazar Geroux Character Portrait: Tanuki Shoma Character Portrait: Sunny Character Portrait: Masahiro Oshiro Character Portrait: Homra Character Portrait: Jeremiah Fleischer Character Portrait: Neva Yeh Character Portrait: Katsuyo Character Portrait: Quinn Narikami Character Portrait: Jin Sarutobi Character Portrait: Kira
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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."

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Character Portrait: Mako Character Portrait: Balthazar Geroux Character Portrait: Tanuki Shoma Character Portrait: Sunny Character Portrait: Masahiro Oshiro Character Portrait: Neva Yeh Character Portrait: Katsuyo Character Portrait: Kira
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Dr. Oshiro

Masahiro walked through the door to one of his hospital's many rooms. This one had a male nurse standing over a bed where a sedated girl lay. "Dr. Oshiro, this is the girl that was found in the ocean a few weeks back, she woke up today and tried to run. She has the mark, on her back." The nurse said in a hushed voice. Masahiro sighed before looking at the nurse and responding. "Thank you, there's no need for you to get further involved in this, I'll take care of things from here. You may take your leave now." The nurse nodded and left the room.

Walking over to the bed, Masahiro pulled the privacy curtain so the view from the hallway was blocked but not the sound. He checked the girls pulse, made sure there were no injuries and generally made sure she was in good health. Once he was finished with that, he checked the hallway to see that it was clear and then wheeled the girl out of the room on a gurney. He took her through some back doors and halls, using his master key to open the doors, and eventually reaching the back of the hospital. He left the gurney there, wrapping the girl in a blanket and carrying her to his car.

Some time later, he stood in a room with several other people, Freedom Fighter members. "She made quite a scene trying to escape from the hospital, I know one nurse saw her mark, but he won't tell anyone, he'll just leave the matter to me. Other than that, I'm not sure if anyone saw or not, either way, I'll take care of it. As far as the girl's concerned, she'll be fine, no major injuries that haven't already healed. I imagine she'll be both hungry and thirsty, make sure she eats and drinks slowly at first, but let her have her fill." Masahiro spoke matter of factly, showing no real signs of emotion as he spoke. He then pulled a piece of chocolate in a bite sized wrapper out of his pocket and turned to look at the girl peeking out from the closet. "This is for you, don't eat it until you have something more substantial in your stomach first though." Without waiting for anyone to speak, he sat the chocolate on the table and walked towards the door that lead out of the room. "I have to get back to the hospital before curfew. Bye." He said as he opened the door, stepped through and shut it behind him. Leaving what happens next up to the room's occupants.

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Character Portrait: Mako Character Portrait: Balthazar Geroux Character Portrait: Masahiro Oshiro
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Location: Freedom Fighters’ Headquarters | Main Office



Balthazar sighed as he slowly placed the nib of his feather quill into the open inkbottle at the top of the paper, dipping it in but a bit with a swift motion. Ever so carefully, he guided the nib towards the edge of the bottle, scraping away gently to allow the excess ink to fall away. The numbers have been increasing. The quill came away with a fine layer of black ink, shimmering in the dim brightness of the light that stood on the large desk that Balthazar sat at, with pages upon pages piled towards the ceiling sitting for attention. Quickly, Balthazar signed his signature under the sheet as he finished the last few words, indicating that he had read the page- it was not a contract. These numbers are extremely troubling… Unconsciously, Balthazar twirled his quill in his left hand, causing ink to fly in little dots across the air and splatter on the dark desk, leaving behind blots of black on the yellow tattered pages and rich wood. But how could Ira Shoku’s forces have done this… Once again, his eyes roved upwards towards the numbers that seemed to blaze out from the yellow surface of the paper, indicating exactly how many members the Freedom Fighters had lost within the past two months. This is preposterous. Balthazar set down the paper as he got up and sighed once more, as his hands rustled around in his long coat.
He sat down again, his hand pulling out a bright red candy wrapped tightly in see-through plastic. A mole? Balthazar popped the candy into his mouth as he looked at the information. He absent-mindedly scratched his head, causing the carefully poised and structured hair to fall away into messy curls, though Balthazar did not notice at all. No. The marks are impossible to recreate- but what if… A soft sound of strings danced through the cold air of the room, finding every nook and cranny, fitting into each crevice until it died away. The music soothed Balthazar’s nerves as he placed the paper aside and grabbed another folder, opening it to reveal the newest members of the Freedom Fighters. Barely any. The words scanned through Balthazar’s mind as he flipped page after page, casting cursory glances at the faces at the top right corner of each page. They seem to just get younger and younger. Though Balthazar barely had a right to lay down such a claim- his own age a ripe young 23- the general decrease in age of joining Freedom Fighters caused a worry in his mind. Our job is not for the weak of heart…or those who are still young and unskilled. This might be the cause for the general increase in deaths… Flipping to the last page, a picture of a young girl who looked no older than 13 came to view, her eyes closed- obviously in a comma. This is the girl found in the iceberg… Balthazar thought as he glanced down at the page that held barely any information besides her weight, height, and placement of her mark. Everything else was marked with a bland N/A, a symbol that irked Balthazar due to the general lack of information that could not be provided. Especially for such a young girl. Balthazar slammed the folder shut before he got up from his seat, his back cracking as he got up. It would be better to put her out of her misery. Walking up to an unfilled bookshelf, Balthazar slid the folder in as he walked back to his desk, his right fingers snapping as his left hand reached once more into his pocket and pulled out a lollipop.
Balthazar made the movement to sit back down in his chair- but the phone at his desk rung with a sudden force that tore through the room, ruining the general calm that always penetrated every orifice and particle that moved within it. Sighing, Balthazar picked up the phone and placed it against his head, his eyes dull as he pulled the wrapper off the lollipop. “Yes, John?” Balthazar asked as he placed the lollipop in his mouth. “Sorry, Mr. Geroux, but a message was passed from the hospital that the girl woke up.” Pulling the lollipop slowly out of his mouth, Balthazar nodded at no one in particular as he answered, “Ah, very well. I shall be down immediately, has Dr. Oshiro looked at her already?” The voice in the phone paused before replying, “Well, yes, sir, but Dr. Oshiro has already left the building to return to his clinic. The girl seemed fine- and, well, there was an earlier altercation in which she left her bed through force…” Balthazar’s yellow eyes turned into a cold glare as he twirled the lollipop by it’s stick with his left hand, his mouth pulled into a firm frown. “And it…never came to your mind to inform me of this…’altercation’, John?” His voice as cold as steel, Balthazar placed the phone gently on the receiver as he suddenly vanished from the room, only to appear outside in a general office area.
“Refrain from doing so in the future, John, because I feel no compunction in demoting someone who does not work efficiently and smartly.” His eyes met those of the young man whom sat in a chair, phone still held close to his head though dull beeping noises came from the speaker. “Yes, Mr. Geroux, sir.” The man mumbled, placing the phone down before hurriedly standing up. “I shall be back soon enough. Please, do not touch any of the files on my desk.” With another flash, Balthazar’s figure once again vanished from the room- but it was as if the air that always surrounded him stayed in the room, not allowing the tense atmosphere to decrease by even one tiny increment.


Location: FF Residence Wing | Mako’s Room


“So, the girl is awake?” Balthazar said as he appeared in the room, his right leg bracing as he hit the ground, his left leg landing immediately after. Slowly, Balthazar breathed out as a light wave of nausea passed through his body momentarily before vanishing completely though his face did not show any signs of change. “Yes, Mr. Geroux, this is the girl. Dr. Oshiro just-,” Waving his hand at the nurse, Balthazar looked at the girl with bright yellow eyes, though no emotion seemed to pass within them- not even curiosity. “I have already heard that Dr. Oshiro has already left in an attempt to obey the curfew law.” He stated, walking up to the bed at its end to watch the girl, his hands stuck firmly in his pockets as he twirled the lollipop around in his mouth. “Power? Age? Potential?” Balthazar asked the nurse as he continued to watch the girl, as if he wished to bore holes in the girl’s skin with his yellow orbs. Time seemed to stretch on as he stood there, his breathing shallow as Balthazar snapped his left fingers in his pocket, the formulaic procedure passing through his mind as he watched the girl. Will she be of use? He thought, watching her as he sighed and pulled out the lollipop stick from his mouth and tossed it into the trash can beside his feet. I doubt it.

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Character Portrait: Mako Character Portrait: Balthazar Geroux Character Portrait: Masahiro Oshiro Character Portrait: Neva Yeh
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Neva Yah


[Hallway, FF Safe House]

Spinning a dagger absently in her own little space on the wall, Neva sat not really paying attention to the doctor as he came in and introduce the new light bringer "oh that's great another person to annoy me," she mumbled to herself. The newest addition didn't look like much, maybe even smaller than Neva herself. And very cutesy...a description that Neva would rather have said about someone else, and the person who puts her in that category should better watch his...lower regions. The girl hadn't ventured to far from the closet...is she going to stay in there all night.

Neva slipped the weapon back in its place, she was ready for the planning to begin, the sooner it was over the sooner she could leave the room. She wanted to be outside and away from the others, having been told that she couldn't venture out. The celebrations were going to begin soon, the citizens getting a slight breather from the restrictions usual placed on them. It was a chance for them to do something.

She got a dark look on her face as a persistent thought crossed her mind, Ira is beginning to move again. No she didn't know it for sure, but she had this nagging feeling, and she just couldn't get rid of it. She glanced around the room, hoping no one had noticed her expression. She hadn't voiced anything out loud just because it had nothing to do with anyone else. Absently she began to curl a length of hair around her finger, it made her not think about wanting to chew on her fingernails.

She had her own thoughts on the celebrations. She mostly wanted to cause as much trouble with the least bit of notice. She also wanted to really observe the citizens, she had wanted to figure out why they didn't stand up to Ira. Well everyone had their own reasons, she had always wondered why she couldn't stand up to her own father. Her twirling finger stopped, and she scratched her scar like she had an itch.

She frowned again...this staying inside was starting to get to her.

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Character Portrait: Mako Character Portrait: Akane Tomomi Character Portrait: Balthazar Geroux Character Portrait: Tanuki Shoma Character Portrait: Sunny Character Portrait: Masahiro Oshiro Character Portrait: Homra Character Portrait: Jeremiah Fleischer Character Portrait: Neva Yeh Character Portrait: Katsuyo Character Portrait: Jin Sarutobi Character Portrait: Kira
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The voices were too loud for her senses that were still far too delicate after lack of use. She blinked in surprise as a man reached out with a piece of foil and instinctively moved away. People that reached for her were bad, or at least, that’s what something inside of her told the girl. ”Where am I?” She asked one of the others in the hallway of the living unit as the older man in the lab coat turned away, muttering something about returning to his clinic. There weren't that many people in the space, so if needed she could control one or two bodies and make a getaway. Of course, her abilities were a bit rusty so it might be harder then the girl believed.

The girl rubbed one of her striking blue eyes with a sleeve that was far too big for her slender arm. Her voice was quiet and sounded like a bird caroling in the morning sun. "And while we're on that subject," the adolescent continued. "Who am I?" She hoped these people knew, because the brown haired figure in the doorway hadn't the slightest clue as to who she was or where she came from. She recognized one of the loiterers as someone who had come to see her in the hospital during her drug induced haze. She hand't really notice anything peculiar about him aside from the bright yellow eyes that had seemed to stare straight into her soul (those kind of freaked her out), but for some odd reason she felt a bit, what was it, not safer; more like reassured that he was here.

I can feel their blood racing through their veins, if I reached out and squeezed hard enough... She had done that once before and the person had popped like a balloon filled with too much air. As soon as the memory touched her mind it slipped away and she couldn't even remember thinking about it. It was as if the child's mind was suppressing the memories out of shock or maybe because they were too traumatizing. The girl leaned against the wooden door frame and crossed her arms, hugging her elbows as she waited for an answer.

What if they don't know who I am either? Impossible, the man in the lab coat had brought here here. She must have some relation to these people... Right?

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"What?" Homra's voice came out harsh, like nails on a chalkboard.

”You’re finally going to be let out of your cage.” She smiled, his intimidation tactics having no effect on her. ”Ira has issued a command for the FF to be brought down at all costs.” She rocked back and forth on her heals, the cruel smile never leaving her cherry red lips. ”You’ll be under my special forces team and will be given supplies and an ID chip of course so that we can monitor your progress. The assignment is yours if you’d like, but if you refuse I doubt you’ll ever leave this cage.” The Light Bearer's did not have ID chips for two very simple reasons. One, they were all supposed to be dead, two the ID chips were traceable. What if someone traced them here? That wouldn't be good, they would think that the Research Facility was corrupt and shut them down. People like Akane and the scientists were chipped of course, but if you came here as an experiment or a volunteer then you automatically had them removed.

There was another Light Bearer gone dark that Akane had in mind, one she would let loose when Homra accepted her offer. It was too good to turn down, getting out of the Research Center was every of its prisoners dreams. Jin Sarutobi, the one with the snakes. Akane had seen first hand what he was capable of, she had seen first hand what Homra could do as well. It was delicious and if Akane had an ability like that… A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine at the thought of having that much power at her fingertips.

”So what do you say?” The soldier asked, tired of waiting for his answer and eager to move on, to begin the mission and get back into the field, even if the field was cold and full of dead grass. ”Will you accept?” Her patience was running thin despite the fact that it had probably only been a minute or two. Akane was never one to wait around, she was always busy doing something even when there wasn't anything to do.

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Character Portrait: Mako Character Portrait: Balthazar Geroux Character Portrait: Tanuki Shoma Character Portrait: Sunny Character Portrait: Masahiro Oshiro Character Portrait: Reina Yeh Character Portrait: Neva Yeh Character Portrait: Katsuyo Character Portrait: Kira
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"Kira, this isn't the time to be so calm! Your heavily wounded, you need medical attention. Come here."

As Kira laid across the couch his body appeared limp and lifeless. Slowly sitting up he allowed Chris to tend to his wounds. His black hair moved across his face with each movement. "You don't have to worry about the small wounds. I need to leave soon and tending to them will only take more time." Chris let out a loud sigh, "Kira...I understand that you are heavily wounded and all. But if they are still looking for you wouldn't you staying here be dangerous?"

Kira went silent. His gaze didn't waver as he searched for an answer, "It's safe here." Chris shakes his head in distress, "Kira. I am a Law Enforcer, and of high rank as well. What if a superior suddenly appears to check up on me and finds you here? I don't want them to get you." Kira let his body relax along the velvet couch. His expression was cold and composed, but a hint of joy could be found in it, "That is why I came here. I'm being chased by lower rank enforcers. Why would lower rank enforcers dare enter your home?" Chris mumbled in defeat, knowing Kira wouldn't understand.

Kira had been laying low here for about two hours. He was out all night on some important business. Escaping from his mission, he was followed by some Enforcers. But since he didn't have the energy to make it to FF Headquarters, he picked the next safest place. "Goddammit Kira, coming in the middle of the night without a single warning, do you know what was going through my mind with all those bloody scars on your body. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Even though Chris was scolding Kira about how irresponsible he was, he couldn't hide the fact that he was general concerned for the man's health.

Kira sat there facing Chris with a blank stare, "I was attacked, what did you want me to do? Turn myself in?" Kira said this in a matter-of-fact tone, which annoyed Chris to no end. About to rebuke Kira, they were interrupted by the sound of footsteps, coming from the entrance hallway. Slowly reaching for his sword Kira was stopped by Chris' large hand. Waiting silently the two came face to face with a sleepy little girl. Relief filled the room as both Chris and Kira relaxed a little. The small girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, trying to focus her unsteady gaze on the two men.

Once her vision settled, her large Amber orbs fell on Kira. An innocent smile came across her face, as she stared at the man, "Daddy!" The girl didn't even hesitate as she threw her small arms around the larger man's long legs, hugging them with all her might. Chris let his forehead hit the palm of his hand, "Diana, what are you doing up so early? You should still be asleep." Diana paid no attention to Chris, as her gaze was set on Kira who seemed totally indifferent about the whole matter.

"Go back to bed Diana." Kira reached for the small hands, gently pulling them off his legs. Tears fell from her eyes, at Kira's coldness, "No! If Diana sleeps, Daddy will go away again." The small child burst into silent tears, but Kira still kept his composure. Binding down on one knee he looked Diana square in the eye,"Diana. Stop crying, you are being very difficult. We have been through this. I can't stay here with you. I need to go." Diana grasped his arm tightly refusing to let go, "Take Diana with you than! Diana wants to go with you! Diana promises she will be good! Please, take Diana with you, Daddy!" She trembled in frustration. Chris could only stand there in silence as the scene before him unfolded.

Looking at the time Kira knew he had to leave. "No, you can't come with me." He said this in a strict voice that left no room for discussion. Diana slowly released her grasp. Lowering her small head, she stood completely still tears running down her cheeks. Standing up, Kira patted the child on the head and walked toward the front door, leaving the girl to stand there in sorrow.

Accompanying him outside, Chris stared at Kira for a good minute, "Don't you feel sorry for her. She rarely gets to see you, and whenever you do come your always cold to her. Kira...when are you going to tell her the truth?" Kira wasn't listening, his attention was solely on the foggy horizon. He slowly scanned the area. Watching his surroundings.

Chris glared at Kira in anger,"Sora!" Finally looking at him Kira gave his attention to Chris. Walking closer so that their faces were right in front of each others Chris burned holes into Kira,"You are her Father. Act like it! You need to start thinking about what is good for Diana!" Kira didn't say anything. Keeping his gaze on Chris who seemed fed up with him, he stayed silent. A few minutes passed when Kira broke the never ending gaze. Walking away Kira spoke in a soft voice, "Why do you think I left her here." And with those words Kira disappeared.


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"Don't let him escape!" Effortlessly Kira avoided the oncoming attacks made by the Enforces. Looking at them with empty eyes, Kira felt bored, "This is getting tiring." In that instant Kira slashed at them without even bating an eyelash. In that one minute they were all down, and Kira made his escape.

Arriving at the headquarters, Kira glanced at the time. He was late. Walking soundlessly inside the room, he watched as all the members had their eyes on something. Leaning against the wall, Kira watched the others. His eyes shifted slightly as he spotted a small girl. "What is that?" Kira sounded as if he had just spotted a small animal, and he did. She looked so frail, it was hard to imagine that she was even alive.

One of the members heard his question and ran up to him. Whispering in his ear they explained the current details of the girl. His gaze shifted from the member, and settled on the young girl, "So that thing is a Light Bearer." It wasn't that he didn't believe it, since Doctor Oshiro never lied to them before, but he was curious on how something so small could survive for so long without being killed.

He stayed away from everyone for a little longer, watching how everyone disagreed with the words of Doctor Oshiro. After finally watching Tanuki glare at the girl, he thought it was best to intervene. Walking up to her, Kira stood in front of her. Scanning her over he kept quiet, causing a heavy silence to fill the air. He didn't reach for her, and he didn't move any closer than need be giving an appropriate distance. "She's a White blood." Kira said this to no one in particular, and it made everyone look at each other in question. He could see people were doubtful, but he really didn't care. It wasn't like they had to believe him.

The girl's question rang in his ear, "No. We don't know who you are. But we do know what you are."
Kira really didn't know how to word this situation, so he believed the best way was to start from the beginning. "All we know is that you were found drifting on a iceberg in the frozen sea covered with wounds. From there you were taken to the hospital and treated. But after treatment it was said you threw a tantrum and tried escaping. Anyway, you were stopped, and on you they found the mark of a White Blood. So to answer your question. You are a White Blood."

Kira glanced at the other members who seemed still in disbelief, ignoring them he continued on, "Every White Blood has a unique marking located on their body, that is how people know you are a one. Each White Blood or Light Bearer, as we are also called, has special powers. But because we are different, because we have powers, we have a lot of people who want us eliminated, one of them going by the name of Ira Shoku. So to protect ourselves and to get rid of the people who are after us we Light Bearers, formed an organization called Freedom Fighters."

It wasn't like Ira was the only one who hated them, but he was the must dangerous of them all. And he was a big threat to them, someone who needed to be stopped. "Every person here is like you. We are all Light Bearers. And members of the Freedom Fighters organization. I'm Kira, the Leader of FF, my ability is Shadow stealing. The man with the bright yellow eyes is Balthazar Geroux second in command here, he has the ability of Teleportaion. That person is Katsuyo Naganishi, he is an animal shifter. The man who has a huge temper right there is Tanuki Shoma, his ability is Pain Administration. The girl over there is Sunny Hiroshima she is able to control Dolls. The other girl is Neva Yeh she has Telekinesis." Kira pointed to every member respectively and took his time to explain who they were and their powers.

After the introductions he continued on, "So since you have a mark, that means you have an ability. What it is, I don't know. I would think you would, but that is up to you if you want us to know or not. I think if you stayed here you could learn a lot about yourself, and maybe remember some stuff along the way. I can't promise you it won't be dangerous and you could die staying here. So if you want to leave go right ahead, but one of the two things will happen. One you would get captured and experimented on till they alter you or you die. Two, you will make it outside, but with your frail body and lack of memory, someone would report you back to the hospital. There another person may find your mark, who isn't on our side, and report you. Than you would be killed as well."

Kira said these words like it wasn't a big deal, shrugging his shoulder as he sat down on a chair. "So little girl. What do you want to do? Stay or ran away? Just to remind you either way you will probably die, but here you might at least make some memories to last you until than."

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Neva watched the others, oh yes...the great and fearless leader finally stepped up. Even she thought she had more tact than that, especially since he let the idiot Tanuki scare the girl with putting his fist in the wall. She slithered from her position just to get a better look, pausing only slightly to survey the damage that had been done a few minutes ago. She looked at Tanuki with a stare, that seemed to convey that he would be fixing that himself.

Kira speal was what he said to all new members. Yet this one had no memories, and had no idea about how bad it could get. Neva decided to keep her mouth shut for the moment. Looking for any excuse to escape the hallway, she muttered, "I will go find the girl something to eat," and walked out of the hallway toward the kitchen area. Even if she didn't want to stay at least they could feed her, not that Neva cared one way or the other.

Inside the kitchen she prepared a broth, light but perhaps somewhat sweet. While she was in there she also made herself something. Neva brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, munching on the apple she cut up. She would wait for the others to clear out, before going back. She probably hear about it later on, mostly because, well actually she hadn't a clue. Why did the newbie need everyone standing around, especially since she looked uncomfortable as it was, and the doctor had said she needed food.

The fridge, even though stocked on occasion looked somewhat bare. Someone had left a half-eaten piece of cake...now that was odd. No one had dared to touch it though, and Neva wasn't about to, seeing that it probably belonged to one of the guys. She hoped the conversation in the other room wouldn't take to long. She wanted to hear the plans for Ira and his scumbags.

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Each word was a shock, it was as if he was punching her in the stomach with all of this new information and quite frankly it hurt. White Blood? That’s what she was? For a moment her thoughts drifted and she wondered if their blood was actually white. She couldn't sense anything different, but their leader, he was low on iron. "Blood," she fidgeted, feeling as though their eyes were boring into her skin. "I can manipulate it," Kira had told her all of his group's abilities, it would only be respectful that the damsel did the same. "I don't know how it works, but they used to make me-" she stopped, unsure if she should go on. Those words had unintentionally slipped from her mouth although she wasn't sure where they came from.

She looked at the floor, probing her blank mind for something to say to fill the silence. "They used to make me do terrible things," the adolescent stared at her hands, the memory of the person popping like a balloon overwhelming her for a second before fading from existence once more. The girl finally looked up from the floor and wiped one of her blue eyes once again with the sleeve of her borrowed pajamas. ”I guess if I don’t have a name I should come up with one…” It was more of a mumble than anything really as she thought about what name to give herself. She would only get this opportunity once so the girl wanted it to be cool, but not unrealistic like a pen name. ”Mako,” it wasn't that unusual, but not too popular either. "Please call me Mako."

Now for the last question as to whether or not she would stay, Mako had to think about that too. There was no where she could really go, no friends or family to stay with. As far as Mako knew, no one was looking for her, and she had no ID chip which meant that she couldn't apply for a room in a homeless unit or a hotel. That is, of course, if she got that far before the authorities caught her and took her in for not having a chip, or was taken to the hospital because of the state she was in. Now that Mako thought about it, there really wasn't a choice at all. Every road led to an untimely death... "I guess I'll stick with you guys for now," Mako scratched the back of her head, hoping this was the right answer.

Maybe if Mako stayed she would learn how to use her blood manipulation better? Maybe she would be able to get in touch with the doctor that had brought her -Dr. Oshiro she thought his name was- and see if he knew anything. Plus she could be of use to the Freedom Fighters because of the fact that she couldn't be traced.

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Katsuyo had been spending the better part of his day in the form of a stray cat with jade green eyes, gathering as much information as possible about the celebration and any plans Ira's forces may be scheming. It had been a largely uneventful day thus far and he had nothing to show for his efforts. It had been pure luck when he stumbled past a foreigner speaking in German on his phone. He had no idea who this man was, but thanks to his increased hearing he could tell the other person on the line was Akane, Ira's right hand woman. Her voice had been etched in his mind ever since the time she publicly whipped him for some ridiculous infraction or another. Her annoying screech was not an easily forgotten detail for him.

As the man puffed from his cigarette and spoke Katsuyo loitered by a trash can playing a normal cat, cleaning his fur and the like, all while eavesdropping into their conversation. He stopped mid-lick as he heard Akane say "We are going after the Freedom Fighters, and I mean full attention on wiping them out. No more poking at them with a rod, time to end this. You'll get the details later, just get yourself ready," before she hung up on him.

Katsuyo paused and thought on how he would love to follow this man and hear the rest of the "details" that Akane had to share. Unfortunately time was tight for him and if Akane or any of Ira's other people got on inkling of what he could do, he would be dead meat, and if he didn't attend this so-called "meet and greet" with the new member, Kira would do that job for her.

He waited a few moments for the man to leave after putting his cigarette out and tossing it out before casually strolling away himself in the direction of their headquarters. Thankfully, it was not as far away as he once thought and he entered the door as Dr. Oshiro was opening it. Still in his feline form, he gave Dr. Oshiro a nod of recognition and casually made his way towards his room.

He whimpered and shouted a little in the comfort of his room as he changed back into his original form. The change never seemed to come easier, despite the countless times he's done them. After his pain subsided, he dressed himself and entered the new girl's quarters quietly and shuffled in to stand next to Tanuki as he heard Kira go through his opening spiel. He gave a non-committal nod as Kira mentioned him while running through his introductions.

At the girl's mention of her ability of blood manipulation, he couldn't help but be a little surprised. To think that this little slip of a girl could do something so sinister sounding was shocking. After the girl chose a new name for herself and decided on staying here, he saw no other reason to remain in the room and began to leave. Before he made his exit, he stopped by Kira and touched his shoulder, signaling that there was new information to share with him and the others later. Afterwards, he found his way to the kitchen.

The funny thing about shifting is it takes a lot out of you and it makes you feel like you haven't eaten in weeks. Katsuyo was so hungry, it felt like his stomach was eating his back. Neva was in her own little corner, eating an apple as he came in. "Hey," he said as he rummaged through the fridge, more out of politeness than actual need to strike up a conversation with her. He stopped dead when he saw the piece of cake, and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. He grabbed it quickly, as if someone were going to come in and steal it from, along with other various foods and plopped them all down at the table to eat. He began stuffing his face with the other food, saving that delicious piece of sugar for last.

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The quiet rustle of papers being moved was the only thing that broke the silence at all as Masahiro sat alone at his desk. A stack of papers and folders sat to his right and another, smaller stack to his left while in the middle were only a few papers, which he was carefully reading over. After thoroughly examining the papers, he signed each one and sat them on the stack to his left. Sitting back and letting his body relax, he gently picked up his cup and took a sip of the warm green tea, which wasn't so warm anymore. Still, he enjoyed his tea even after it had lost its warmth. He swallowed the last of his tea, stood up, made his way out of the office and headed for the kitchen in his living unit to brew another cup of tea.

There was no one else around at this time, it was after curfew and while there were a few doctors and nurses on duty overnight in the hospital, Masahiro was the only one in the office area. He rather enjoyed the quiet that came with curfew each night, it was peaceful in a way. That having been said, he also enjoyed the busy atmosphere each day brought. He rather like both day and night, each for its own qualities. At night he could enjoy his tea and get his paperwork done undisturbed, during the day there was always something going on, a patient to help, people hurrying here or there, and plenty of people to observe and learn about or learn from.

Returning to his desk, Masahiro sat down, placing his fresh cup of tea to the side, but still within reach, and took a folder from the stack to his right. Opening the folder, he began reading its contents, only pausing to take the occasional sip from his cup.

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Mako watched as people went in and out of the room, there were so many of them that her head started to spin and she had to sit down on a bed. How can they all stay in one living unit? Mako wondered. She was so glad when the girl called Neva brought her something to eat but didn't get the chance to say thank you because the female left just as soon as she had come. "No worries Mako. You'll be safe here." The other female, the one Mako believed to be called Sunny, said. Mako was glad to hear it, even though Kira had uttered exactly the opposite seconds ago. She watched the co leaders of the FF with a certain unease, although she wore a smile on her face as Balthazar spoke to Kira then disappeared in thin air. Her eyes widened a bit when this happened because she hadn't noticed him come and go before.

Finally Mako picked up the tray with the soup and sipped at the broth inside of the glass bowl, the warm feeling spreading across her entire body. She hadn't realized just how cold it was inside of the room until she drank the liquid. Mako finished it quickly and picked up the foil square the Doctor had left for her. The white blood unwrapped it curiously only to find a dark brown material with a balmy texture. Mako popped it in her mouth, the taste spreading across her tongue as she chewed cautiously, her face suddenly lighting up in delight.

She was about to say something when she froze, Mako believed no one had noticed, but she needed to grab onto the memory before it slipped away.

Mako was four years old, her parents whispering nervously as they stood in line at the clinic for the annual checkup in the spring. Mako bounced around excitedly at the foot of her guardians, unaware of the danger that lurked beyond the waiting room. Her name was finally called and her parents walked with her to the check up room. It was when the doctor stuck the stethoscope under her shirt and asked Mako to breathe that the mark was discovered. They were locked in the office, the panicked sound of doctors and nurses audible through the door. "She's just a child, they won't hurt her." Mako's father whispered as the door opened and Ira Shoku himself stepped in. Mako, oblivious to how a bad situation just got worse, was looking longingly outside at the freshly fallen layer of powder that had yet to be tread on. It was only when Mako's mother burst into tears that the girl tuned into the situation. "Come along now," Ira lifted Mako off the table and dragged her out the door. She bumbled along with him, not knowing her parents were about to be executed for treason. "There's someone who will be very excited to see you."


It took only a second for the memory to cause distress. Her smile slipped away and her lips pressed together in a tight line , she placed the tray with the empty bowl on the ground. Mako hoped they wouldn't notice, she didn't want them to think she was hiding something. "Please don't allow me to keep you from anything," Mako said to Tanuki, Sunny, and Kira who remained in the small space. "But before you leave, would you mind telling me what was in this?" She held up the foil that had contained the most wonderful thing in the world.

No one had a chance to move before a crackling began and a set of speakers turned on, "ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS A GROUP OF LIGHT BEARERS HAVE BEEN SPOTTED WITHIN THE VICINITY, PLEASE REMAIN IN LIVING UNITS UNTIL THE CLEAR SIGNAL HAS BEEN GIVEN. ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS- The female on the bed covered her ears, it was too loud, too loud! She whimpered and tried to block the sound out, but it penetrated every corner of her brain.

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Masahiro still sat at his desk, but now most of the papers and folders had been moved to the processed stack. He seemed to be deep in thought as he jotted down notes in a small notebook. He was interrupted in the middle of his writing by the sudden flickering of the light in his office. He looked up at the light bulb in the center of the room and watched it for a few seconds before it flickered again and then went dark with an audible popping noise, the only light now in the room was streaming through the door from the hallway. He put his notebook and pen into his pocket and began making his way toward the utility closet. As he was walking down the hall he heard the announcement, Ira Shoku's forces had spotted Light Bearers.

All thoughts of the burnt out light bulb now gone, Masahiro picked up his pace and swiftly made his way to the reception area of the hospital, where the few staff members that were on duty would be waiting for him. Walking into the reception area, he found his staff already there and all eyes looking at him. He could see concern clearly evident in their expressions, but none seemed scared or even worried really, they were well trained and could keep their calm. After only a brief moment to collect his thoughts, Masahiro began to speak. "As you all know, the Light Bearers have been spotted somewhere nearby, this means it is fairly likely a fight will break out between them and the Enforcers. I hope both sides will have the decency to keep the fighting away from the hospital, however, in the end we're the closest hospital to where the fighting will happen, that means we'll be where the wounded will be taken. Treat both Enforcers and Light Bearers, if any come, like you would any other patient. If you see the mark of light on anyone, pretend you didn't notice and after you finish treating them, report it directly to me and I'll take care of it, there's no reason for any of you to get caught up in this mess. Now obviously we're short on staff since it's after curfew, that means if we get flooded with wounded, nurses will have to go from patient to patient and do what you can to stabilize them while they're waiting for surgeons to get to them. You all know what you're doing, so just focus and do your best."

His speech now over with, Masahiro went to scrub up and prepare himself. All the other staff immediately began making their own preparations as well. The place seemed lively enough as everyone hurried to and fro making their preparations, but still there was an air of uneasiness about, everyone knew that if a fight really did break out, they would be receiving what was basically wounded soldiers from a war. This would likely be a long night.