Post by Hombre Palido on Apr 13, 2007 18:52:15 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Kamijo
Age: 31
Birth date: 1975/7/19
Where they're known from (which band/movie/show/etc?): ex-LAREINE, ex-NEW SODMY, solo(?)
Appearance (pictures are allowed):
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak...ijo-redgold.jpg
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak...jo-distance.jpg
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak...mijo-street.jpg
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak.../Kamijo-tux.jpg
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak...mijo-Sanaka.jpg
Height: 173 cm
Weight: disclosed
How they dress:His hair is on the brink of messy and tidy, gel here and there to keep it in place or just a good brush through. He wears long tailed coats, black leather pants and long puffy sleeved shirts with beautiful embroidery in the ruffled areas. This could range from work or to home wear otherwise it’s a T-shirt, black leather pants and sneakers for days off. His color code is black, navy blue, blue or white. Sometimes colored contacts one day, thin, black rimmed glasses the next. (Mostly for reading paper work)
Personality/History
Personal history:
When he was born, Kamijo was held in the arms of a woman who abused small animals as a hobby and drank until dawn. His father was to afraid to report his own wife to the authorities and was forced to care for the young baby multiple times in a old run down apartment.
When Kamijo turned four he questioned his life sometimes. Why was he the only child that didn’t go to school? Was he special? And why did everyone have a mother that didn’t hit them after they spoke? He was locked in a isolated room with no furniture except for a small cot in the corner. He would curl up into a small ball and hug his knees. He didn’t cry though, he just sat in silence listening to himself breath. After several hours in the room the door would swing open violently. It was his mother and all of her drunken rage. She would take him forcefully by his small thin arm and drag him into her room where she would torture and rape the small child. When this first happened his mother beat his face to the point it started to bleed. He would cry and scream but that would only fuel her anger.
At age eight his mother was still a drunkard but was now abusing drugs. Now that he had more motor skills, he was able to pry at the single window, high above his little cot, open. Once he figured out how to sneak out, he made frequent trips to any area that had food. In no time someone caught him. A young boy about his age coming from school spotted Kamijo. Without a word the boy dragged him to his home, Kamijo threw a small tantrum in protest. The young boys mother and father were a bit shocked by the visitor. Kamijo had a swollen black eye, a large blood crusted bruise on his right cheek and numerous cuts on his small body along with his bones protruding from his skin. The small family asked him about the cause of his wounds as they served dinner. His stomach rumbled even as he was eating and talking about his life. Kamijo continued to casually talked about his mother like it happened to everyone, but his story was stopped and he rushed out of the house, a thank you as he jumped from the chair and out the door. He was able to tell when his mother would open the door by how low the sun was. He scurried back into his ‘room’ and the door swung open. This time he wasn’t assaulted, but was instead beaten five times worse then normal. He took it like a paralyzed man, his flesh became more discolored, blood dripped from his forehead. There ws glass on the ground which resulted in his feet bleeding severly. His toes were numb, and it felt like his arm was broken or at least bruised to the point where he couldn't feel it. Apparently his father had just left for another woman.
The next day, Kamijo limped his way to the nice family's home. It was still dark out, the sun had not risen yet and his eye was now completly shut. He gripped at his torn and ratty shirt as he slowly pushed the doorbell. The father opened the door, and let out a gasp. Apparently Kamijo's mother did more damage then he had anticipated. The man yelled for his son and wife who brought out wrappings and new clothes for him. The young boy stayed home from school that same day to care for Kamijo while his parents went to child support and the police. Kamijo was able to feel his toes and his arm by this point and he said his thank you's and good byes, leaving the home that made him feel warm on the inside and out. After a while Kamijo’s mother didn’t open the door at her usual time. He wondered why. It was still locked and he could hear the TV on in the other room. He took this beautiful chance to run away to the family again. They welcomed him with open arms as they explained that his mother was taken away to a correctional facility. Kamijo was slightly confused, a corecteonal...facc..facility? His new family noticed this slight dilemma and he was instantly put into schooling with extra tutoring and cram school. He was a fast learner and was able to skip a grade, even though he was still older then everyone. But that never bothered Kamijo, he was able to eat a hot meal, had a mother who gave him love and care, a father who wasn't a coward but a man who protected people a fireman, and a brother who teached him all the things kids do. The the most exciting thing was that he could go to school, a life long dream he always had.
At age 22 he was accepted to a university that specialize in law enforcement, prosecutors, and attorneys. A little behind in age but as sharp as any tool in the shed. He became a prosecutor at age 28 and was already accepted to a prestigious firm in Tokyo. He still visited his family now and then and even bought an apartment near their home. He wanted to protect and help them, like they had did for him. Law felt like the only thing for him since his mind was use to numerous amounts of thinking, that isolated room seemed to help towards this.
His first trial got the defendant sent to jail for 45 years for 100 counts of child rape and molestation, 10 years of rehab and jail for abuse of drugs and alcohol and 15 years for animal abuse, 70 years in all. The defendant lunged at Kamijo from afar once the judge said the final reading, he stood silent at his table. The bailiff came in and handcuffed her. She screamed at him and yelled. He turned slightly his eyes glazed with anger and satisfaction as the mad woman was dragged away. His first trial was his most well known and he has continued to win his trials, a loss every now and then, but a perfect score above all. He never forgot that trial, he finally sought justice for himself. The only man in his jurisdiction, or even the world, to send his own mother to jail.
Usual attitude: A quiet man who thinks to much. He usually lives on fancy French food and wine along with coffee at the office. His cold exterior leaves most jury members questioning wether to say ‘guilty’ or ‘not guilty’ afraid they might be next. But all in all he’s a nice person, he always goes to the families who were hurt and comforts them, usually a night out for dinner. But once in the courtroom again, he will not hesitate to give out justice. Most of the time he will go with what the judge orders for punishment, but on a rare occasion will Kamijo ask for a more severe punishment. This usually happens in murder and homicide cases. He can seem cold and calculating to harmless and docile.
Hobbies: Filing case reports, working with other agents on cases, drinking wine, going to court, watching cartoons and eating sweets.
Likes: Court cases large or small, wine, sleeping for over four hours, hearing the ‘guilty’ verdict, his loving family (foster).
Dislikes: Getting a ‘not guilty’ verdict, going home stressed, going into court feeling unprepared, loud people, his remaining family(real).
Job Details
Profession: Prosecuting Attorney.
Any other details about their job you'd like to share: He does almost all the work except for DNA testing and such. Other wise he looks for the evidence himself, questions suspects and then will sometimes apprehend the person in question. He is also authorized to use a gun when need be.
Other
Role-play Sample:
He moved his hair out of his face. The man across from him in the defendant’s chair stood and screamed at him. Kamijo walked from around his table and picked up a file.
“Before you start a riot sir, might you please explain what you did on the 14th of April? Do you recall who was with you? Who...wasn’t?” he was smiling smugly, this was in the bag.
“Sir, he’s badgering my client!” said the attorney, well almost in the bag.
“Over ruled. You may continue Sir Kamijo.”
“Thank you, you honor. Now will everyone look at these enlarged photos,” he pointed to the photos on a large board, “as you can see, you see the defendant over there leading a younger female in this case the victim, to his car that is parked BEHIND the stores security camera view. And here you see the car moving north to the highway, the highway where the late Miss Lee was found. The pictures are clear, this man raped and killed this poor innocent girl.” Kamijo glared at the man. He recoiled a bit by Kamijo’s evidence, overwhelming previous testimonys and his icy gaze.
The rest of the trial was a haze, all Kamijo could remember was that the man was carted away. He was found guilty, naturally, and he remembered having a drink with the family. He fell back on his bed and closed the canopy around him. He took off his shirt and boots, took a long breath and closed his eyes. His evidence was flawless and yet the man only got one life sentence. Kamijo was going for the death penalty, if only the jury could have been informed of that mans other female rape cases...about 20 others to be exact, but since it was getting so much coverage they were not allowed to view the news or any of the sort. He didn’t care now, he got justice for the family and all those girls. That was all that mattered.
Any other way we can contact you (i.e., MSN, AIM, Yahoo! Messengers):
aoi.ketsueki.ongaku@gmail.com
Anything else?
Name: Kamijo
Age: 31
Birth date: 1975/7/19
Where they're known from (which band/movie/show/etc?): ex-LAREINE, ex-NEW SODMY, solo(?)
Appearance (pictures are allowed):
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak...ijo-redgold.jpg
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak...jo-distance.jpg
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak...mijo-street.jpg
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak.../Kamijo-tux.jpg
i125.photobucket.com/albums/p62/Hak...mijo-Sanaka.jpg
Height: 173 cm
Weight: disclosed
How they dress:His hair is on the brink of messy and tidy, gel here and there to keep it in place or just a good brush through. He wears long tailed coats, black leather pants and long puffy sleeved shirts with beautiful embroidery in the ruffled areas. This could range from work or to home wear otherwise it’s a T-shirt, black leather pants and sneakers for days off. His color code is black, navy blue, blue or white. Sometimes colored contacts one day, thin, black rimmed glasses the next. (Mostly for reading paper work)
Personality/History
Personal history:
When he was born, Kamijo was held in the arms of a woman who abused small animals as a hobby and drank until dawn. His father was to afraid to report his own wife to the authorities and was forced to care for the young baby multiple times in a old run down apartment.
When Kamijo turned four he questioned his life sometimes. Why was he the only child that didn’t go to school? Was he special? And why did everyone have a mother that didn’t hit them after they spoke? He was locked in a isolated room with no furniture except for a small cot in the corner. He would curl up into a small ball and hug his knees. He didn’t cry though, he just sat in silence listening to himself breath. After several hours in the room the door would swing open violently. It was his mother and all of her drunken rage. She would take him forcefully by his small thin arm and drag him into her room where she would torture and rape the small child. When this first happened his mother beat his face to the point it started to bleed. He would cry and scream but that would only fuel her anger.
At age eight his mother was still a drunkard but was now abusing drugs. Now that he had more motor skills, he was able to pry at the single window, high above his little cot, open. Once he figured out how to sneak out, he made frequent trips to any area that had food. In no time someone caught him. A young boy about his age coming from school spotted Kamijo. Without a word the boy dragged him to his home, Kamijo threw a small tantrum in protest. The young boys mother and father were a bit shocked by the visitor. Kamijo had a swollen black eye, a large blood crusted bruise on his right cheek and numerous cuts on his small body along with his bones protruding from his skin. The small family asked him about the cause of his wounds as they served dinner. His stomach rumbled even as he was eating and talking about his life. Kamijo continued to casually talked about his mother like it happened to everyone, but his story was stopped and he rushed out of the house, a thank you as he jumped from the chair and out the door. He was able to tell when his mother would open the door by how low the sun was. He scurried back into his ‘room’ and the door swung open. This time he wasn’t assaulted, but was instead beaten five times worse then normal. He took it like a paralyzed man, his flesh became more discolored, blood dripped from his forehead. There ws glass on the ground which resulted in his feet bleeding severly. His toes were numb, and it felt like his arm was broken or at least bruised to the point where he couldn't feel it. Apparently his father had just left for another woman.
The next day, Kamijo limped his way to the nice family's home. It was still dark out, the sun had not risen yet and his eye was now completly shut. He gripped at his torn and ratty shirt as he slowly pushed the doorbell. The father opened the door, and let out a gasp. Apparently Kamijo's mother did more damage then he had anticipated. The man yelled for his son and wife who brought out wrappings and new clothes for him. The young boy stayed home from school that same day to care for Kamijo while his parents went to child support and the police. Kamijo was able to feel his toes and his arm by this point and he said his thank you's and good byes, leaving the home that made him feel warm on the inside and out. After a while Kamijo’s mother didn’t open the door at her usual time. He wondered why. It was still locked and he could hear the TV on in the other room. He took this beautiful chance to run away to the family again. They welcomed him with open arms as they explained that his mother was taken away to a correctional facility. Kamijo was slightly confused, a corecteonal...facc..facility? His new family noticed this slight dilemma and he was instantly put into schooling with extra tutoring and cram school. He was a fast learner and was able to skip a grade, even though he was still older then everyone. But that never bothered Kamijo, he was able to eat a hot meal, had a mother who gave him love and care, a father who wasn't a coward but a man who protected people a fireman, and a brother who teached him all the things kids do. The the most exciting thing was that he could go to school, a life long dream he always had.
At age 22 he was accepted to a university that specialize in law enforcement, prosecutors, and attorneys. A little behind in age but as sharp as any tool in the shed. He became a prosecutor at age 28 and was already accepted to a prestigious firm in Tokyo. He still visited his family now and then and even bought an apartment near their home. He wanted to protect and help them, like they had did for him. Law felt like the only thing for him since his mind was use to numerous amounts of thinking, that isolated room seemed to help towards this.
His first trial got the defendant sent to jail for 45 years for 100 counts of child rape and molestation, 10 years of rehab and jail for abuse of drugs and alcohol and 15 years for animal abuse, 70 years in all. The defendant lunged at Kamijo from afar once the judge said the final reading, he stood silent at his table. The bailiff came in and handcuffed her. She screamed at him and yelled. He turned slightly his eyes glazed with anger and satisfaction as the mad woman was dragged away. His first trial was his most well known and he has continued to win his trials, a loss every now and then, but a perfect score above all. He never forgot that trial, he finally sought justice for himself. The only man in his jurisdiction, or even the world, to send his own mother to jail.
Usual attitude: A quiet man who thinks to much. He usually lives on fancy French food and wine along with coffee at the office. His cold exterior leaves most jury members questioning wether to say ‘guilty’ or ‘not guilty’ afraid they might be next. But all in all he’s a nice person, he always goes to the families who were hurt and comforts them, usually a night out for dinner. But once in the courtroom again, he will not hesitate to give out justice. Most of the time he will go with what the judge orders for punishment, but on a rare occasion will Kamijo ask for a more severe punishment. This usually happens in murder and homicide cases. He can seem cold and calculating to harmless and docile.
Hobbies: Filing case reports, working with other agents on cases, drinking wine, going to court, watching cartoons and eating sweets.
Likes: Court cases large or small, wine, sleeping for over four hours, hearing the ‘guilty’ verdict, his loving family (foster).
Dislikes: Getting a ‘not guilty’ verdict, going home stressed, going into court feeling unprepared, loud people, his remaining family(real).
Job Details
Profession: Prosecuting Attorney.
Any other details about their job you'd like to share: He does almost all the work except for DNA testing and such. Other wise he looks for the evidence himself, questions suspects and then will sometimes apprehend the person in question. He is also authorized to use a gun when need be.
Other
Role-play Sample:
He moved his hair out of his face. The man across from him in the defendant’s chair stood and screamed at him. Kamijo walked from around his table and picked up a file.
“Before you start a riot sir, might you please explain what you did on the 14th of April? Do you recall who was with you? Who...wasn’t?” he was smiling smugly, this was in the bag.
“Sir, he’s badgering my client!” said the attorney, well almost in the bag.
“Over ruled. You may continue Sir Kamijo.”
“Thank you, you honor. Now will everyone look at these enlarged photos,” he pointed to the photos on a large board, “as you can see, you see the defendant over there leading a younger female in this case the victim, to his car that is parked BEHIND the stores security camera view. And here you see the car moving north to the highway, the highway where the late Miss Lee was found. The pictures are clear, this man raped and killed this poor innocent girl.” Kamijo glared at the man. He recoiled a bit by Kamijo’s evidence, overwhelming previous testimonys and his icy gaze.
The rest of the trial was a haze, all Kamijo could remember was that the man was carted away. He was found guilty, naturally, and he remembered having a drink with the family. He fell back on his bed and closed the canopy around him. He took off his shirt and boots, took a long breath and closed his eyes. His evidence was flawless and yet the man only got one life sentence. Kamijo was going for the death penalty, if only the jury could have been informed of that mans other female rape cases...about 20 others to be exact, but since it was getting so much coverage they were not allowed to view the news or any of the sort. He didn’t care now, he got justice for the family and all those girls. That was all that mattered.
Any other way we can contact you (i.e., MSN, AIM, Yahoo! Messengers):
aoi.ketsueki.ongaku@gmail.com
Anything else?
