The following are original character bios that I created. I thought that to give you and idea of what the characters would look like, I’d post photos of actors that I thought would best play the part of the characters.
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Morgan – Age 17: Ever since she was a kid, Morgana or Morgan has had magical powers, abilities that no one could ever understand. Being the youngest daughter of Duke Gorlois and Duchess Igraine, she was expected to grow up a lady of the court but her heart was too wild for all that. Rebellious, spiteful, and stubborn, the only one who seemed to accept and appreciate Morgan was Gawain.
When the Hibernians abducted Gawain, they essentially stole one of the few precious things she could say she loved about her childhood. With each day that passed without him, Morgan’s hatred and resentment grew. Soon after, she was shipped off to Lake Avalon where she was trained to master her powers under the tutelage of Vivian. There, she learned how to speak to animals, cast spells, summon fire, and cook up an array of concoctions. Her potential as an enchantress surpassed Vivian herself when she demonstrated an unbridled ability to peer into the past.
Morgan is known for her dazzling purple eyes, dark hair, and near permanent resting bitch-face. She has a personal Percheron horse named Vebby and she’s the younger sister to the Lady Elaine and the Queen Morgaus. Also, Morgan is loud. Like…really loud. She can’t help yelling when she speaks.
Gawain – Age 17: In a dark world where nearly every kingdom is plagued by death and destruction, everyone seems to think the virtuous Gawain will one day be pivotal in restoring peace and prosperity to Britannia. This burden…it lands heavy on the lad.
You see, when Gawain was nine, Duke Gorlois convinced his eldest daughter Morgaus to adopt Gawain and his little brothers, Gaheris and Agravain. While she was initially appalled by the thought of it, one glance at the three boys instantly melted her heart. Gawain knows how fortunate he is and it’s been a chip on his shoulder ever since. No matter what, he has to do the right thing, to honor Duke Gorlois and protect the nation of Cornwall.
That’s easier said than done when you have two little brothers who can’t seem to stay out of trouble. And then there’s Morgan. Even though Gawain was adopted into the family, a special bond cultivates between the two. At the age of 13, Gawain was abducted by the Hibernians and forced into a life of slave labor. And it seems, even the Hibernians can’t help but find something special about Gawain. It doesn’t take long for Princess Isolde to take Gawain as one of her personal attendants.
Princess Isolde – Age 21: Isolde of Hibernia has the type of smile in which you’d never know whether she was impressed or just mocking you. With crystal blue eyes and golden blonde hair that beamed like rays in a forest, Isolde’s beauty was famous far and wide. As the only daughter of the all-powerful Queen Iseult, Isolde was born into a life of luxury, surrounded by some of the fiercest warriors the world’s ever seen. Her confidence is compounded by her own skill as negotiator. She’s used to getting what she wants. Also, she’s somewhat of a masochist.
Tristan – Age 23: The Champion of Cornwall, the Lion of Dumnonia, Tristan has many names and they’re all well deserved. Not only is he King Mark’s favorite, he’s the strongest warrior Tintagel Castle has ever seen. Golden haired and handsome, Tristan is doted on by all the ladies. However, he has the eyes of someone who’s stared death in the face one too many times. As a child, he lost his parents to the Hibernians during one of their many raids.
Ever since Gawain and Morgan were children, Tristan has taken on the big brother role even though no one’s asked him to. Thus, Tristan has always been a thorn in Morgan’s side, always getting in the way of her plans, thwarting her plots. It seems Tristan is just about the only one who isn’t afraid to put Morgan in her place. And of course, unbeknownst to Tristan, the battle isn’t over until Morgan says it is.
Gaheris – Age 15: Younger brother to Gawain and Prince to Queen Morgaus and King Lot of Lothian and Orkney. Gaheris is the cool, level-headed brother who will one day grow up and become the most handsome knight in all of Britannia, a Casanova of sorts who’s also a sharp-shooter with the bow.
Gaheris’s good looks obviously draws a lot of envy from other men, but no one is dumb enough to come at him with feared swordsmen like Gawain and Agravain by his side. And aside from that, Gaheris is a natural born skeptic who hardly ever takes things at face value. When he was younger, Morgan possessed his dog to drive it off a cliff. Ever since then, Gaheris has doubted her motives. Even when she’s telling the truth, Gaheris knows she’s only telling enough of the truth for it to still remain a secret.
Agravain – Age 14: Youngest brother to Gawain and Gaheris, Agravain prodigy swordsmen and natural born athlete. Impulsive and prone to fights, Agravain is the type to throw-down now and ask a few question later. Thankfully, Gaheris is always there to keep him on a leash. Agravain knows this and doesn’t mind.
Eliza Christie – Age 23, Commander of August the 18th.Eliza’s theme music – Baby Metal – “Headbanger” –
You know those teen movies where the main character is the cute and innocent girl attending a new school where she finds a rude awakening in dealing with a group of rude and mean-spirited popular girls? You know how that group of rude and mean-spirited popular girls always has a ring leader? Well…Eliza Christie used to be that ring-leader. She doesn’t ask for equality or respect, she doesn’t even demand it. She walks with this powerful emanating confidence that makes you think that she simply knows everyone else is inferior. There’s a reason for this.
Eliza Christie is the sole daughter of a Det. Emile Christie. Since her mother died when she was too young to remember, Det. Christie raised her like she was one of the guys in his unit on the police force. Since the time she could walk, she’s interacted with hard-nosed detectives, speaking their language, talking back to them and cursing up a storm when her father wasn’t looking. When other kids were playing games and watching cartoons, Eliza was absorbing the hard gritty reality of the world by listening to their grim and bloody narratives. She was an anomaly, not bothered by photos of dead bodies or rape victims. The detectives in return, treated her like she was on their level. They didn’t worry about hurting her feelings or even pushing her out of the way, she welcomed it and gave as good as she got.
When she was in middle school, she got in a brutal fight with a few high school girls and messed them up pretty badly. This began a stint of bouncing from alternative schools in which she dominated each one, even leading a riot at the age of 13. By the time she got to high school, she was considered more popular than the actual celebrities attending her school. Everyone bowed down to her. The slightest disrespect was dealt with through bullying, embarrassment or ostracism. It wasn’t until she was fifteen that her life was flipped over.
One night, while she was in bed, she heard a scuffle taking place in the living room. Reluctant at first, she entered the living room to see an assassin standing with a bloody samurai sword in hand. Her father, Det. Christie was slouching on the floor with his back against the trophy case. His chest was sliced wide open as if he had just taken a diagonal cut from a battle ax. A splatter of blood came upward and stretched across the ceiling suggesting that his killer was trained, that the attack was a rising backhand cut.
Turns out, the killer was also a fifteen year old, a teenager named Braden Pierce known in the criminal underworld as a rising star. Det. Emile Christie was conducting his own private investigation on billionaire CEO of the Pierce Conglomerate, Isaac Pierce. According to Det. Christie’s notes, he suspected that all of the Tampa crime families were ruled and answered to Isaac Pierce, making Isaac Pierce the head of a supposed crime syndicate. Allegedly, Braden Pierce is Isaac Pierce’s nephew, which was why he’s later given the moniker, “The Godfather’s Sword.”
Witnessing the murder of her father by a teenager no older than herself changed Eliza Christie. From that day forward, her list of enemies elevated from rival teen pop princesses and backstabbing boyfriends to experienced assassin Braden Pierce and everyone associated with him. She conceals her identity and adopts the name fans on social media give her, the Jaguar.
Within the stretch of eight years, Eliza Christie has grown from that spiteful little brat to a brutal headstrong warrior. She’s received proper instructions; she adopted her own philosophy on what’s right and wrong. And she’s acquired her own unit of masked ex-military and off-duty law enforcement officers to disrupt and take on the Tampa families. They call themselves “August the 18th.” Everyone in her command has either lost a friend or loved one to the Pierce Syndicate.
Eliza Christie has gone through numerous hells in the form of betrayal, heartbreak, the loss of more loved ones, and being beaten to the brink of death. And throughout all of that, she still keeps going. Her soldiers would lay down their lives for her cause, fully aware that her ideals are selfish and hypocritical. They do this because Eliza Christie doesn’t just talk about taking action, she makes it happen. She puts herself on the front line and stands toe to toe with the strongest, the most biogenetically enhanced, the most dangerous figures in the criminal underworld and she never backs down. The thought of making a mistake in the field doesn’t enter her mind, because in the heat of combat, her way is the right way.
And when it’s all said and done, and the Jaguar takes off her mask from a night of hunting, Eliza Christie is still a mess of emotions, self-doubt, and impulsiveness. Only her childhood friend Aida Jannazzo can keep her centered…and Aida risks her life to do it. Seriously. In my upcoming novel, towards the end of the book, Aida confronts Eliza about all of the stupid selfish decisions she’s making and Eliza gets so mad that she rushes for Aida. The problem is, Eliza is bedridden in the hospital, in a body cast from a previous battle. But she’s so mad at Aida that she literally falls out of her bed to get to her. Aida doesn’t even try to run, she just continues to yell at her for being stupid while Eliza is struggling to get her as if Aida is the surface and Eliza is struggling for air. I know that sounds silly, but when you read it, and how intense they both are, you’ll literally be spitting with laughter. Because even though Eliza is powerful and important and oh-so strong…she’s still human. And she’s still a college student. College students are immature, yo.
Eliza Christie is a character I created six years ago in 2009. I speak of her as if she’s a real person because…I’m sorry. I don’t know why I do. I know it sounds crazy to say, “she’s real to me” but that is how I feel. Even on December 17th, I remember it as her birthday. I whisper to myself, “Happy birthday, Eliza.”
Every time I think about her, I smile. I see her green eyes shimmering like emeralds on display, her long wavy blonde hair blowing in the wind. I see her draping bangs doing a terrible job of hiding that natural spite and resentment embedded in her default bitch-face expression.
She’s a hypocrite, a walking contradiction. She’s aware of this and just doesn’t care. In an attempt to find some sense of happiness in a world where she constantly feels like a high school senior forced to walk amongst 5th graders, she’s come to terms with the fact that she’s selfish and simply stopped coming up with reasons to try and justify herself.
The happiness she seeks, the happiness that continues to elude her is the brand of romanticists. It’s a calm uplifting sensation that no one else can give or buy for her. It’s shedding of the chains that bind her to world that prevents her from flying. It’s an inner peace that simmers the internal furnace of outrage and allows her to smile, to laugh, to hope, to believe.
You see, Eliza Christie isn’t the type of person who just accepts things they way they are. She isn’t a woman who likes to depend on anyone, but she’s wise enough to know that she can’t do it all alone. She doesn’t pretend to have all the right answers and even when she makes a decision, she changes her mind based on what’s observed. Her frustrations are comical. Her disrespect towards authority figures gets worst with each confrontation. Her formidable spirit can’t be defeated. No matter how old she gets, she will always in so many ways remain a fierce tyrant in which men will bow down before her.
Her father figure, Angel Gazi, always tells her, “Eliza. Stop trying to take on the world! You can only do what you can!”
And She shouts back with, “Yeah, but that’s the thing. There’s nothing I can’t do!”
That cliché saying of how easy things are for beautiful people doesn’t apply to the resentful Eliza Christie. She’s only twenty-three but she expects herself to behave with the commanding presence of a fifty-year-old general. From her stunning physique and eye-catching fashion sense, no one could ever tell that she harbors this deep grudge towards the general public and capitalism. And perhaps what’s even more deceptive is the fact that the person she struggles with more than anyone is herself.
Is she aware of her feelings? Absolutely not. Impulsive and headstrong, she doesn’t take the time to reflect on her actions until things have gone too far, like the death of a loved one, or an incident she could have avoided if she simply exercised patience and consideration. Even then, guilt has to fight to enter her subconscious. When it does, it’s like a powder keg just erupted in her heart. She spirals out of control and lashes out violently, destructively.
Despite the serious intensity of the challenges she’s faced with…there’s always this childish playful immaturity that surfaces when she should project an air of professionalism. Even in the face of death she’s always finding something stupid to say in which the only person who finds it hilarious is her.
There’s this deep gravitational effect she has on people due to her exuding confidence and courage, the way she seems to absolutely have no fear. It’s like her brain with deprived of comprehending the commons fears of heights, guns, getting fired, getting a failing grade, rejections, her well-being or her safety. That’s why its difficult for her to empathize with the victim mentality. It’s not that she’s being insensitive, but more like she simply doesn’t understand. And when she doesn’t understand, she becomes angry. The urge to stand up and do something about it can’t be contained.
Possible Theme Music – Tomba ft. Shay – (Warning -Dubstep) “The Goblin”
Born – February 14, 2188.
Ethnicity – Mixed Ethnicity, predominantly African descent.
Appearance – 6’1, 180lbs. Shaved head, slender athletic physique. 32 known tattoos on his upperbody, from the back of his head down. The tattoos on the back of his head conceal surgical scars
Body Modifications – Extensive cybernetic prosthetics implanted due to a massive spine injury. Right solar powered eye capable of discharging heated concussive energy beams.
Weapon of Choice – Firearms specialist. Known particularly for his signature pair of twin long-barreled semi-automatic chrome plated pistols.
A rebel to the core, Sean Pierce chose his code name due to the irony of blind cave Mexican Tetras. When assigning his code name he was given the choice of eagle or hawk to compliment his legendary sharpshooting ability, but he chose Tetra because those other names were worn out, cliche and played by “lame” characters in history. So, he chose to go with the most misleading name while avoiding other animals with poor vision like bats and moles.
Sean Pierce is the younger brother of the more feared and popularly infamous Braden Pierce, aka the Godfather’s Sword. Braden received this moniker due to the fact that he and Sean were nephews to the boss of the Pierce Syndicate and billionaire CEO of the Pierce Corporation, Isaac Pierce.
Like Braden, Sean can’t remember much before his parents were murdered in 2194. Unlike Braden, Sean didn’t witness the murder because Braden shielded him from seeing their mother’s dead body. Thus, Sean lacks the silent coldness that consumes Braden. He lacks the sense of responsibility and maturity that Braden has displayed at an early age.
While Braden was put under the tutelage Guile Takizawa to learn the art of swordsmanship at the age of nine, Sean and his adopted Irish brother Forrest were shipped off to train with the older Black Creek Security soldiers at the age of fourteen. During those brutal, arduous years of training Sean showed a natural talent with his marksmanship, mastering a wide arrange of long ranged high-power rifles, machine guns, submachine guns, assault rifles, and hand guns. Braden and Sean were so separated during their training years that Sean bonded with Forrest and subconsciously considered him more of a brother. Braden has often sensed this and would make up for this by being overprotective later on during field missions.
Going against his Braden’s wishes, Sean took the Furyx Gene at the age of seventeen and nearly died from the injection, spending two months in the coma. The Furyx Gene is a gene-modification drug developed by Japanese pharmaceuticals to permanently enhance the user’s strength, speed, with all five senses heightened. The downside of course is its 68% chance of subjects dying from violent cerebral hemorrhaging fatalities. Sean did survive however, and as expected, his sharpshooting ability excelled beyond imagination.
His most impressive feat came during his first international assassination. In that mission, Sean perched himself cloaked on the balcony of a hotel with a modified M82 scoped rifle. At 2,275 meters out, Sean used a high-powered scoped rifle to snipe a state senator who was throwing a birthday party for his daughter off the coast of Tampico, Mexico. The yacht was so far away that the police didn’t even know where set up a trajectory. Sean’s uncle rewarded him with two antique long-barreled semi-automatic chrome plated pistols with his name engraved on it. These twin pistols would become Sean’s signature weapons.
With the combination of his deadly precision, his uncle’s favor and being the younger brother of the most feared enforcer in the Western Hemisphere, Sean’s natural cocky swagger has never gone checked. It would only manifest and blossom into a greater arrogance, narcissism and blazen disrespect towards authority and the rules, set by both law enforcement and the strict structure of the syndicate.
For instance, while most Black Creek soldiers wore standardized black professional uniforms. Sean and Forrest would casually strut the murder scene with hip hop apparel, complete with heavy coats, gold chains and trendy hoodies. Not only did he talk trash and dish out threats out to Tampa’s top tier mob bosses, he acted on those. Often times, killing associates for the most trivial offenses. Like tapping their shoulders, playing bad music. Or sitting someone else to a table after Sean and Forrest entered an establishment and made their presence known.
It wasn’t until his fight with Eliza Christie where he was kicked off a speeding train and sent crashing through an office building that he began to wizen up. But only to an extent. After Eliza kicked him into a building he spent nine months in rehab following his cybernetic surgery. The team gave him a new bionic spine and a right eye that can blast a solar powered energy beam. It has to be recharged by sunlight for three minutes after each use. Blasting this beam takes a strenuous physical toll on his legs and back so he only uses it as an ace in the hole.
While Sean appears to have matured in the face of the Syndicate’s top brass, in the eyes of his trusted friends,Forrest and Silver, Sean continues to enjoy the finer things in life, splurging on fancy cars, running up tabs at the casino and clubs and fathering six children from six different women before reaching the age of twenty-one. And if you think being a father has slowed him down, think again.
Sean has ambitions of moving up the power ladder within the syndicate. But no matter how much success he achieves, fate seems to be working against him. Eventually he comes to accept his place in the underworld. If he can’t take over the throne, he’ll gladly slaughter hundreds to make sure Braden will…Whether Braden wants it or not.
Sean’s calling card is was shot three times in the face at point blank range, a bullet in each eye and a direct impact into the tip of his victim’s nose.
—-Sean Pierce is a fictional character who appears in “The Three Kings of Ybor” stories now all available on Amazon via printed copies and Amazon Kindle. He will play a huge role in the follow up novel, “The Pierce Syndicate” set to be released in 2016.
Yoko Kanno – “Where Does the Ocean Go”
My upcoming e-book will be the last e-book I release for a while. But while it may be the last, it certainly isn’t the least. After I write any story, I go back and proofread what I’ve written, and it’s usually the most difficult process for me because mentally I’m like… “I’ve already finished this project. I want to move on.”
But with this upcoming e-book, it didn’t feel that way. It really is my favorite story, involving one of the most arrogant, sophisticated and conflicted characters I’ve had the pleasure to create. While I’ve already written a novel and I’m working on my second novel involving Eliza Christie as an adult, this upcoming e-book will reveal what Eliza Christie was like as a pre-teen. It’s a narrative told by her best friend, Aida Jennazo. Aida sees first-hand accounts of how Eliza didn’t just roll out of bed and become a vigilante outlaw. Defiance is simply in her DNA.
Being raised by a single father who’s the lead detective for Tampa’s organized crime unit was difficult to say the least. But despite the long hours her father had to pull, his devotion to her was undeniable. And even as a child, she didn’t hold his job against him. She didn’t cry about not being able to go to the park or get that Barbie Doll. Instead, she embraced being raised by the police unit, the officers treating her like she was one of the boys. That being said, Eliza’s never really gotten along with her peers, subconsciously thinking herself above them and their petty individualistic problems.
At a young age, she was exposed to the violence, obscenities and lewd behavior no child should have to witness. But instead of falling into a hole of darkness that only therapy could pull one out of, Eliza reveled in it.
It was only when things got too dangerous that Eliza’s father brought her to live with Aida Jennazo’s family. And that’s the way it was until she reached the age of fifteen.
On one faithful night…the outstanding work Eliza’s father put in finally caught up to him. You see, Eliza’s father, Detective Emil Christie, began to theorize that the city’s entire criminal body was under a single umbrella, a Syndicate, with only one faction pulling the strings for every other gang. From the patterns of murders, extortion, kidnappings and missing persons…only one entity seemed to benefit from it all…The Pierce Corporation with Isaac Pierce sitting at the head of the throne. Isaac Pierce is the richest most influential man in the world at this time.
So when a young assassin scales the high-rise building of Emil Christie’s apartment complex. It hardly came at a surprise to him. What was surprising was that this assassin happened to be no other than Isaac Pierce’s own nephew, a rising enforcer who was already beginning to make a name for himself as a prodigy swordsman. Eliza Christie walk in on the tail end of this grisly murder to see the young man standing over her father’s body.
Her father’s last words… “…Braden Pierce…”
That moment forever changed Eliza’s life, unlocking a chest of fury and igniting a blaze of determination that would never be extinguished.
This stunning blonde green-eyed woman would go on to train in ninjutsu and capoeira before forming the unauthorized militia known as, August the 18th. This militia is a small band of war veterans, mercenaries and ex-police officers who have lost faith in the justice system to do anything about the blatant offenses inflicted by the Syndicate. And while Eliza thinks of herself as just and honorable…on occasion, she willingly and knowingly makes herself a hypocrite when she appoints herself as judge, jury and executioner when it comes to dealing with anyone affiliated with the Pierce.
Smart and philosophical, Eliza knows when and where to show her true self. While attending university and out in general public, she’s your average 22 year old respectable college student. But when she’s with her militia and out on missions, she’s a revered, dominating general who does just about everything except for waiting on the sideline. Only with Aida and Inspector Gazi, does Eliza not concern herself with appearances. It’s only with those two that she can truly be relaxed and free. But despite her growth and maturity as a young woman, two things remain cemented in her psyche. Her deep love for the color green and her need to erase Braden Pierce from existence.
– Eliza’s traits….Dormant pissy attitude. As an adult, she tries to act professional in the face of others, but deep down she’s selfish and unpredictable. She likes Yoko Kanno type music, reflective and instrumental. As a civilian she’s always wearing a long hooded green overcoat that was passed down from her mother. Aside from that, she almost always wears a jeweled bracelet even in combat and has a short katana sword down by her lower back, often concealed but easy to get to.
Petty
Braden’s protégé and assistant. Age 16. Snow-white skin, long fluid black hair, petite figure with small dark eyes. Like Braden, Petty is a sword-fighting prodigy under the tutelage of Takizawa. Born and raised in the slums of east Ybor, Petty’s mother and father were druggies with the father acting as a low level pusher for a Black mob boss. Both parents treated her like crap, creating a sense of distain that was amplified to hatred the day they accidentally left her younger sister in an apartment with no heat. Petty was six years old and at school. She came home to find her younger sister dead of hypothermia.
Two years later, Petty’s disturbing behavior of violence and lack of empathy saw her expulsion from school. With no one to pick her up and in a fit of rage, Petty charged into the warehouse owned by her father’s boss. Moments later, that warehouse was hit by the syndicate in a raid for unpaid debts. Petty hid a closet as the boss and her father were viciously cut down by none other than a sixteen-year-old Braden Pierce.
When another syndicate enforcer saw Petty and felt a need to eliminate the witness, Braden stepped in refusing to have children murdered on his watch. Braden then gave Petty a smaller spare katana and the long white snowcoat on his back. Braden had no idea that this girl would one day grow up to be one of his most dependable assets and the syndicate’s future ace-in-the-hole.
After witnessing everything that went down, Petty never came back home. She never saw her mother again now did she ever want to. Petty traveled to the Pierce corporate offices, confronted the barrage of security personnel and demanded an audience with Braden Pierce. Instead, she got something better. The godfather, Isaac himself granted her his attention. Petty made her intentions known and presented the sword and coat as proof of what she witnessed.
Surprised and astonished that Braden had an ounce of compassion for someone who always appeared so vicious and disinterested, Isaac willingly took Petty in and sent her to Japan to study under Guile Takizawa.
Through six years of being one of Takizawa’s trainees, Petty turned out to be one of his favorites. Just like Braden, she never questioned anything. She just did as she was told and fearlessly committed herself to the training regardless of the pain or threat of injury. Petty returned with Guile back to the states, still carrying Braden’s short katana, her own long katana, and the long white snow coat that once belonged to Braden.
Initially filled with animosity upon setting her sights on Tampa for the first time in six years, the potential of running into Braden again was a thrill she couldn’t pass up. Again, impressed by her appearance and growth, Isaac suggests Petty to be Braden’s assistant. David takes the idea and runs with his own intentions of having Petty act as his spy against Braden. Petty deceives both of them, committing her loyalty to Braden and Braden alone. Braden’s enemies are Petty’s enemies. Braden’s ambitions become Petty’s ambitions.
Maxwell Blaz is an edgy street-smart college student with a natural born talent for racing. He doesn’t need the fastest car or the most expensive parts, it’s a gift to him, and he’s fully aware of it, never missing an opportunity to show it. Max is the type of guy who doesn’t have to do much for people to naturally want to revolve around him. His quick wit and down to earth charms usually creates an approachable atmosphere amongst his peers. That is, unless you just like to hate. And with his trouble-attracting sisters and diverse group of happy-go-lucky friends who live for the here and now, Max is constantly thrown into situations that he has to race his way out of.
After the leader of a street racing club catches Max’s magic behind the wheel, Mirror is determined to make Max and company apart of the group, despite the fact that it’s primarily an all-Asian race team. While Max would rather not bite off more than he can chew, his friends see more potential him than he does himself. Thus, Max is sent tumbling down a rabbit hole of fights, partying and more racing than he can handle.
Jay Kim of SM Entertainment
….Where do I even begin. First off, let me begin with saying that I’m not antisocial. Yes, I may have a quick temper. And yes, I may have disrespectful attitude towards the elderly. But I actually care about my fellow neighbors contrary to reports that I’m a domestic terrorist. But when journalists are in the government’s pockets…I guess you’ll believe anything.
Anywho…my name is Tien Kaze. I’m half white, half Japanese. And if any of you don’t know what its like to grow up with Jehovah Witness parents, let me spare you the details by saying that it’s simply horrible. Let me explain. My grandfather, Masa-sama was a first-generation Japanese American. On the weekends and over the summer, I’d spend time with him. Turns out my Japanese ancestors were outstanding samurais. So yeah, I used to sleep on stories about my samurai heritage and even learned shotoken karate from my grandpa. But being that my mom and dad are peace-loving religious fanatics, well I’m sure you can sense the tension there conflicting with my love for martial arts.
So in my junior year of high school at this unofficially segregated school made up of stereotypes, I get into a series of fights. It was kind of like the straw the broke the camels back. At that time, I made up my mind to quit everything and pursue the journey to Japan. It was just one of things, ya know…Like, I wasn’t born to be a Jehovah Witness. Or live a mundane 9 to 5 life. I believe in fate. I believe I was meant for something more. My grandfather told me that there was a family who taught my ancestors a secret art of swordsmanship. The family is still active but out of the way in rural Hokkaido. My grandfather’s blessing was all I needed to embark on my quest.
Oburo Yagami is the name of the sensei who took me in. With the help of him and my sparring partner, the ever-pious Tatsuya Moritani, I become quite the martial artist and swordsmen. I learn discipline and begin the shred…or rather, not shred…but more so atone from my rebellious past. But as the years pass, I begin to think of my parents. I mean…I did run away from home. But before I got a chance to apologize and explain myself, something tragic happens. The pain of regret was unbearable. I don’t have any ambitions. I don’t have a path that I’m following. But after a brutal turn of events and coincidences, I have no choice but to deal with a conflict that began over hundred years before I was even born.
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Stage In The Sky 