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Just updating my TXC app art for Kyon = 7 = text will come later..

Introduction:
Name: Kyon Moriyama
Age: 25 (on papers however he is 16)
Gender: Male
Gang status: Colorless
Occupation: gigolo, stripper & AV actor
Height: 160 cm

Personal information:
Personality: Kyon is a badmouthed, rude and sometimes obnoxious guy. When you meet him at first it’s not rare that it happens with you getting smoke from his cigarette blown into your face. But the truth is that in the end this rude behavior is more like a mask he’s wearing. - A solid wall to protect himself from getting hurt. He’s a closed person without much self-esteem or confidence about his own existence.
It happens often that he gets caught up in his own little world filled with miserably, depressive thoughts while he tries to cling to the few thingts in his life which still appears to have some kind of importance to him. He doesn’t like to talk much about himself, and it happens often that he’ll just lie to people if they ask him about something personal. Furthermore; Kyon is having one hell of a temper. He’s easily pissed off and when mad he wears his emotions on the sleeves. He’ll yell up, maybe even become violent and throw stuff around if he’s just mad enough.
He used to be a very caring person, and somewhere deep inside behind all the broken personality traits, he still is. He enjoys all little positive things in life, and does whatever he possibly can to keep his head up high even thou he feels like just giving up on life. He used to be a sensitive guy too, but that part seems to have vanished; only those very few people who eventually would be able to get close to him, would see this warm and loving side. He’s the type of guy who would make a boyfriend breakfast and serve it to him on the bed, he would snuggle up and love to watch a movie together just the two of them. But for him to ever let someone that close might seem close to impossible.
Kyon doesn’t like authorities or in general being told what to do, which is one of his main reasons why he does not wish to join one of the gangs. He’s stubborn and his pride often get’s him into trouble. He would rather get beaten up than admitting he’s wrong. This also means that he’s a REALLY sore loser! If he was to play a game and he lost it, he would be the type who would literally flip the table while hissing up loudly about how certain circumstances caused him to lose. Also he’s horrible when winning. He wouldn’t start bragging, but it would be obvious how he suddenly would feel all high and mighty. The same goes in a situation where he had been in an argument of some sort, and he appears to be right. He would definitely be the type who says “You see? What did I tell you?” and he would keep reminding the other of this.
He’s easily annoyed at people, and it’s very likely for Kyon to hold grudges for a long time towards other people. He’s not very forgiving as his huge distrust to other people makes it difficult to really believe that the certain person wouldn’t do something like whatever he/she did once more.

Positive personality traits:
caring - for the few that would matter to him
loving - for the few that would matter to him
determined
treasures the small happyness that might come to him
a fighter

Negative personality traits:
Badmouthed
rude
obnoxious
depressive
often making up lies
selfish
violent from time to other
easily angered
closed
sore looser
horrible winner
easily holds grudges
not very forgiving
huge distrust to other people
depressive
Negative

Hobbies/Talents:
dancing
Singing
Cooking – traditional Japanese food
listening to music
making home made chocolate – but he really sucks at it
To draw – but he sucks big times

Weaknesses:
He’s stubborn
he’s afraid of letting people close to him
His huge lack of self esteem
he doesn’t really have many talents
Dyslexia
Not very smart (note; he’s not unintelligent, but he doesn’t have much knowledge about book/school stuff)
his temper
Basically his very negative personality with the many bad personality traits
He’s easily getting lonely
He hates his job

Background information:
Family:
Mother: 48, Yui Moriyama: she used to be a colorless. That was until only 7 years ago where she got shot in the head and then brought back to life by the purple lions. The dept was so huge that they forced her into their gang. But she tried to commit suicide, but once again she got brought back to life. She’s drug addicted and Kyon – who is still a colorless tries his best to support her with the money while he tries to stay out of trouble.
Father: 53, Samuel Blackwood: He left the mother when kyon was only 1 and a half years old. He took his twin sister with him. Kyon doesn’t know about either his dad or his sister. Samuel is today one of the green tigers bodyguards.
Twin sister: 22, Aya Blackwood: Kyon’s twin sister whose existence he doesn’t know of. Aya is living the perfect life as the daughter of a rich and important man. She doesn’t know about her twin brother either, and believes that her stepmother is her real mother.
Bio: (IMPORTANT: Your character doesn't have to have lost his/her parents to have an interesting past. please be creative at this point and not just write "dead" about the family members) Here is where you write your characters background story
(0-5 years): Kyon only had his father and sister the first 1½ years of his life. After this his mother tried her hardest to provide for them both, but as a low educated woman who had no real job, she couldn’t do much but to sell herself at the streets. But she managed just only to take care of it.

(5-10 years): Kyon started going to school at this time; but as expected he was a victim of bullies here, as he somewhat just appeared different to them. But one boy was different; a boy from his class named Cho. This boy was from a family connected to the higher ranks of the green gang, so unlike Kyon this boy was always well dressed and he never needed anything. Cho started taking dance lessons at the age of six, but as the rich kid didn’t want to start alone, he begged his parents to pay for Kyon as well. And so they did. Kyon quickly appeared to be a real talent and improved faster than his friend. This didn’t destroy their friendship thou, but simply just started an admiration from Cho’s side towards his half Japanese friend.

(10-15 year): as the years passed by it became harder and harder for Kyons mother to pay the rent and keep up their living standards. She had jobs from time to other besides the selling herself at the streets, but she never let Kyon know about her misery. But at the age of 13 He found out how hard it was for her to keep it up, and so he got himself some lousy job in a kiosk. But the money he got wasn’t enough, so in the end he dropped out of school when he was 14… He thought he could keep it up like this, but living as a colorless was hard. - Very hard. And on top of it all she got shot when Kyon was 15. He found her dead body in the hallway on his way back home up into the one roomed apartment they lived in. Her blood was floating out at the floor. Traumatized by this, Kyon ran off to stay at Cho’s place. But he wasn’t able to tell him what he had seen

(15-22 years): But eventually Kyon had to return home. He was so afraid of what would now happen. And then; he stepped into the apartment 2 weeks later just to find his mother standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, watching her naked shoulder where a purple tattoo was. Kyon was devastated. He thought he had lost her. So he went to hug her as he cried, but she rejected him and told him to get out of her house. Kyon did not know why, so he refused. The truth was that she wanted to protect him. She didn’t want him to get into the gang she had now been forced into. But this was not for her to decide; Kyon didn’t leave, but instead he did his best to hide from other of the purple lions so he would not get dragged into it, while he worked as hard as he could to earn money enough to help her…
At the age of 16 Cho’s parents didn’t want to pay for lessons to Kyon no more. Kyon didn’t blame them this as he was now much older. Kyon kept working, tried to pay for his dance lessons himself. He would stay over at Cho’s as often as he could to get a few free meals, but he could never stay for long as he needed to work as much as he possibly could. Only one year after his mother’s first death, the woman committed suicide again. Kyon could do nothing but to let her gem get into the hands of the purple lions. This caused her an even bigger dept. Kyon felt how his whole existence seemed to fall apart a bit by bit everyday.. The only thing that kept him going was the dancing.
Through the years he had become so talented; much better than all the other’s at the class. He was as if he was a pro – No. even better. And at the age of 17 he was at his final stepping stone to becoming professional. But his life was about to take a drastic turn. One evening when practicing for a big show, someone had spilt water on the stage. His friend Cho slipped in it, and accidently bumped into Kyon who at this point was very close to the edge of the stage. He fell off – normally this wouldn’t be so serious, as a minor injure only was to be expected; but as usual; Kyon was out of luck. He hit into a stepladder which earlier had been used by one of the light technic-guys to fix the stagelight. His head hit the floor first, knocked him out. Everything went black, and he didn’t felt the instant pain it would have given him when the stepladder fell right down onto his back.
A few hours later he woke up in a hospital bed. He couldn’t feel his legs. One of the discs in his spine had gotten a crack along with a part of the bones both below and above it. For a whole year he wasn’t able to walk, and he got himself into a huge dept to the hospital. A colorless would have to pay even more for being hospitalized. As all hospitals was owned by either one of the gangs. In the meantime his mother’s drug abuse became worse. Everything had changed, and by the time Kyon was able to walk, he had been told that he would never be able to dance again. This broke him down. The boy who used to be so loving and caring had turned cold. He had refused to see Cho for a whole year, as he blamed him for the accident. He said that he did it on purpose because of jealousy on his talent. Truth however was different; Cho was in love with Kyon, but he never told him.
Kyon, who was now 18 moved out from his mother’s home. He had no job anymore, so to afford an apartment was impossible. He spend his time trying to beg for money, trying to steal just a bit here or there, but it was never enough to afford even just one full meal each day, nor was it enough for him to pay the hospital bill. He knew that if he didn’t pay, he would end up in a gang.
Kyon cursed everything around him. He was so bitter, so angry with the world. But mostly he blamed Cho and his father. Cho for betraying Kyon, as he thought he did, and his father for leaving his mother and him. - But only after a few months at the streets yet another crack in his life happened. It was a late evening where Kyon, who was both hungry and tired returned to the alley he used to sleep in, bumped into a small group of guys. The youngest appeared to only be a few years older than Kyon, while the oldest appeared to be around 40.. They were all affected by drugs, and by violence and force they dragged the half Japanese off to an apartment not far away. Here he was blindfolded and had to put up with getting beaten and abused for 6 hours before they dragged him out to his alley again, left him with a small amount of money. Kyon had never felt more worthless. He didn’t leave the alley for days, and in the end he had become so desperate. What should he do?
Feeling worthless, broken, on the edge to lose his sanity – not to speak of his life as he was so hungry, he felt as if he had no other choice but to start selling his own body… His body was still weak, but as a miracle his back had started to heal up perfectly – Kyon however did not know about this – his pride had broken worse than his back.
By selling his body Kyon managed to earn money enough to rent a small room in an apartment of a colorless, old lady. He kept on working, and when his life slowly started to become more stable, he tried to search for a real job again. After a long day with asking for jobs in different stores he was on his way home in the late evening. He passed by a street with many nightclubs, and along with all these he saw one that appeared different from the other’s. A gay bar? – and a strip bar? Curious as he could be from time to other, Kyon decided to check it out. Just a small peep. He would like to see how such a place looked like. And there; at the stage he saw a young man; half naked dancing at the stage. He wasn’t super good, but it was something that made the guys watching go wild. Kyon felt deeply fascinated by this, and so he went to the bar, asked to talk to the owner. But he would have to stay until the club closed at 4 in the morning.
So he did.

Through the last half hour, the huge room with the stripper poles had been emptied. The bouncers have had their trouble on getting all those drunken bastards out of there, but in the end they had managed.
The short Asian; Kyon, had been waiting at a table where he had been sitting for the past couple of hours. He was dead on tired and could barely keep his eyes open. He felt as if there never was an end to this boring waiting time. Soon he heard the noise from a pair of fashionable dress shoes that slowly but with firm steps moved towards him across the cold, shiny surface of the marble floor, which was stained here and there by alcohol and cash – dropped by the costumers.
“So, it Is you who’s asking for a job here?” the slightly fat man in the expensive suit while running his hand caressing back across his smooth hair. He had full lips framed by a thin beard line. He appeared to be around the end of 30ies.
Kyon slowly got up from his seat with an empty expression while his head slowly let out a few nods. The dark brown eyes of his watched the man as he moved closer with a thick cigar resting between his wide, strong fingers.
“Yes. That’s me,” Kyon replied after a few hesitating seconds. His body language seemed more firm than his tone of voice as he tried to appear strong, mighty and fearless – but it failed miserably. After all; how could you look like something you weren’t? Soon the wide fingers closed themselves up around Kyon’s chin, forced his head a bit backwards. Kyon’s eyes met a pair of small, dark eyes which mostly just reminded him of the eyes on a pig. Yes, the man took his time to get a good look on the beautiful little creatures fragile face.
“And you think you’ve got what it takes?” He snorted in a patronizing manner, “You really doesn’t look like it!” he laughed shortly in this skeptical manner with the superior tone staying in his voice. Kyon immediately stepped backwards with a hiss.
“Let me prove myself!” he snapped.

And as Kyon had wished for, so it happened. Not much longer he was the one standing at the stage with the poles. The man had placed himself in a huge armchair right in front of the podium. It was obvious how he did not believe Kyon’s words, and he looked forward to patronize him even further.
But soon that grin of his would vanish from his face. The music had been started, and Kyon started to move. He didn’t strip his clothes, as the pair of worn out jeans, the long sleeved shirt and the old hoodie wasn’t ideal for this. But his body could move. Sure it could. It was as if he was one with the music. His heartbeat was running hand in hand with the loud bass, his arms and legs almost appeared to have wings, and when he pulled himself up onto the pole the first time, the dress pants on the man started to feel tight. His blood rushed through his body with the same rhythm as the music, his expression was the mood of the song playing. It was as if you didn’t listen to the music; you SAW it. Kyon could have continued forever like this. He hadn’t been dancing for so long, and for some seconds he had forgotten everything about his injured back. After all it had healed completely, and the pain of it was only in his own mind by now.
Suddenly the man got up from his chair.
“THAT’S ENOUGH!” he yelled up in a loud, firm voice with a stiff expression painted upon his face. One of his workers who had been cleaning before Kyon got up on stage, and then he had been starring as if he was hypnotized by the dance, now stopped the music. Kyon let his body slowly glide down from the position 1½ meter above the ground, clinged to the pole with only the legs. He placed himself in front of the pole with his hands behind the back while facing his own feets. He was sure that he would be asked to leave by now, to leave, and never come back.
But he was wrong.
“Get down here” the slightly rusty voice of the boss said. He let up a hand to slowly wave the other towards him. Kyon hesitated once again, but after a short while he let his body glide down from the podium and by insecure steps he moved closer to the fat man. When he got there, he felt a firm grab around his thin wrist.
“Now… I’ve seen how you dance… but that’s not enough. I have to check up on you in a faintly different way… if you get what I mean…” he spoke with a smarmy smile while slowly pulling Kyon closer. Kyon felt how an uncomfortable chill of fear and disgust run down his spine. Yet he just nodded slowly. He knew he had to agree to this if he wanted to get the job.

And that was how it happened, that Kyon had to have sex with the bos. But he got the job. Every night he would dance, and afterwards the boss would sell his body to different costumers – the highest bidder only. But Kyon didn’t even get a fourth part of what he earned by selling his body. He had never felt this worthless; not even after the first rape. When being on the streets he would take a very low price for his body, as he felt like he couldn’t sell himself for more. He was close to giving up, but one thing kept him alive; When he performed, when he danced… Then he felt alive. Even thou he had to flash his body to all those strangers, even thou he was so exposed…. He felt alive. But he still refused to believe his back was fine again. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help it. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it was fine – after all he could dance pole dance without any trouble, - but it never worked.
It didn’t take long before Kyon had become the star of the club. He shined like the most beautiful night sky. He felt at home when dancing up there.. But his personality had become twisted. He had turned into a cynical diva, cold and selfish, even thou he felt like nothing more than a freak only born to disaster and misfortune. It didn’t take long before he became an addict to both cigarettes and different kind of drugs. In the end he couldn’t pay his rent, and he once more ended up at the streets. He still refused to join one of the gangs; this was the reason why he got such a low payment.

Gang history: When did your character join a gang, and why? also write why he/she isn't in a gang, if that's the case.

Weapons:
Weapon 1: Butterfly knife
Weapon 2:

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Additional information:
Voice sample:
optional extra info:
At the club where he works, he’s called “the angel”
The club is owned by the purple lions, therefore, since he’s a colorless, he doesn’t get payed much.

Relations:
Chrome: That bastard of a gangleader! He can really piss off Kyon in a way that he can't even put words onto! Kyon have blacklisted him from his mental list of potential clients. But despite Kyon's hate for the gang's, he doesn't really hate Chrome that much - but neither does he really like him.
Leo: some purple engineer - At first she was just a stranger who he had no opinion on, but now they're somewhat friends.
Orin: another colorless he met in the rain, and somehow he want to check up on him once in a while, to make sure he is okay
Kanae: an old friend of Kyon's, one of the few that he actually treats nicely.
Jayden: Where many other's droll after Jayden, Kyon just wanna kick him in the nuts with those hooker boots of his. Jayden piss him off in a bit of the same way as Chrome does, and just as for Chrome, Kyon doesn't really hate him - which pisses him off even more cause he want to dislike him, and blacklist him and all that. He also snatched his jacket.
Dylan: another person that Kyon doesn't like. He wanna poke a whole in her - according to him - fake boobs and watch the air go out of them like balloons.
Lee: stuck-up-in-air-san, boring-san, asshole, fuckface... Kyon got plenty of names for this guy. Even thou Kyon won't admit it, he sorts of likes this guy. Or well; he hates him with all of his hateful little heart, but at the same time he also likes him. All in total Kyon just likes people who show strength, and since he obviously can't control his own life, knowing that someone else would actually be able to do so, seems like a safe base for him. Also this guy can take a vocal beating from Kyon, and despite the insane amount of fights they have, it seems that Lee just doesn't give up, and keeps the contact to him.
Jeremy: Poor victim for Kyon's never ending cruelty and abuse. He hijacked his apartment and right now he lives there, and has taken up Jeremy's bedspace. poor boy now sleeps on the sofa.
Cees: That ass who Kyon just doesn't like.

Description
Just updating my TXC app art for Kyon = 7 = text will come later..

Introduction:
Name: Kyon Moriyama
Age: 25 (on papers however he is 16)
Gender: Male
Gang status: Colorless
Occupation: gigolo, stripper & AV actor
Height: 160 cm

Personal information:
Personality: Kyon is a badmouthed, rude and sometimes obnoxious guy. When you meet him at first it’s not rare that it happens with you getting smoke from his cigarette blown into your face. But the truth is that in the end this rude behavior is more like a mask he’s wearing. - A solid wall to protect himself from getting hurt. He’s a closed person without much self-esteem or confidence about his own existence.
It happens often that he gets caught up in his own little world filled with miserably, depressive thoughts while he tries to cling to the few thingts in his life which still appears to have some kind of importance to him. He doesn’t like to talk much about himself, and it happens often that he’ll just lie to people if they ask him about something personal. Furthermore; Kyon is having one hell of a temper. He’s easily pissed off and when mad he wears his emotions on the sleeves. He’ll yell up, maybe even become violent and throw stuff around if he’s just mad enough.
He used to be a very caring person, and somewhere deep inside behind all the broken personality traits, he still is. He enjoys all little positive things in life, and does whatever he possibly can to keep his head up high even thou he feels like just giving up on life. He used to be a sensitive guy too, but that part seems to have vanished; only those very few people who eventually would be able to get close to him, would see this warm and loving side. He’s the type of guy who would make a boyfriend breakfast and serve it to him on the bed, he would snuggle up and love to watch a movie together just the two of them. But for him to ever let someone that close might seem close to impossible.
Kyon doesn’t like authorities or in general being told what to do, which is one of his main reasons why he does not wish to join one of the gangs. He’s stubborn and his pride often get’s him into trouble. He would rather get beaten up than admitting he’s wrong. This also means that he’s a REALLY sore loser! If he was to play a game and he lost it, he would be the type who would literally flip the table while hissing up loudly about how certain circumstances caused him to lose. Also he’s horrible when winning. He wouldn’t start bragging, but it would be obvious how he suddenly would feel all high and mighty. The same goes in a situation where he had been in an argument of some sort, and he appears to be right. He would definitely be the type who says “You see? What did I tell you?” and he would keep reminding the other of this.
He’s easily annoyed at people, and it’s very likely for Kyon to hold grudges for a long time towards other people. He’s not very forgiving as his huge distrust to other people makes it difficult to really believe that the certain person wouldn’t do something like whatever he/she did once more.

Positive personality traits:
caring - for the few that would matter to him
loving - for the few that would matter to him
determined
treasures the small happyness that might come to him
a fighter

Negative personality traits:
Badmouthed
rude
obnoxious
depressive
often making up lies
selfish
violent from time to other
easily angered
closed
sore looser
horrible winner
easily holds grudges
not very forgiving
huge distrust to other people
depressive
Negative

Hobbies/Talents:
dancing
Singing
Cooking – traditional Japanese food
listening to music
making home made chocolate – but he really sucks at it
To draw – but he sucks big times

Weaknesses:
He’s stubborn
he’s afraid of letting people close to him
His huge lack of self esteem
he doesn’t really have many talents
Dyslexia
Not very smart (note; he’s not unintelligent, but he doesn’t have much knowledge about book/school stuff)
his temper
Basically his very negative personality with the many bad personality traits
He’s easily getting lonely
He hates his job

Background information:
Family:
Mother: 48, Yui Moriyama: she used to be a colorless. That was until only 7 years ago where she got shot in the head and then brought back to life by the purple lions. The dept was so huge that they forced her into their gang. But she tried to commit suicide, but once again she got brought back to life. She’s drug addicted and Kyon – who is still a colorless tries his best to support her with the money while he tries to stay out of trouble.
Father: 53, Samuel Blackwood: He left the mother when kyon was only 1 and a half years old. He took his twin sister with him. Kyon doesn’t know about either his dad or his sister. Samuel is today one of the green tigers bodyguards.
Twin sister: 22, Aya Blackwood: Kyon’s twin sister whose existence he doesn’t know of. Aya is living the perfect life as the daughter of a rich and important man. She doesn’t know about her twin brother either, and believes that her stepmother is her real mother.
Bio: (IMPORTANT: Your character doesn't have to have lost his/her parents to have an interesting past. please be creative at this point and not just write "dead" about the family members) Here is where you write your characters background story
(0-5 years): Kyon only had his father and sister the first 1½ years of his life. After this his mother tried her hardest to provide for them both, but as a low educated woman who had no real job, she couldn’t do much but to sell herself at the streets. But she managed just only to take care of it.

(5-10 years): Kyon started going to school at this time; but as expected he was a victim of bullies here, as he somewhat just appeared different to them. But one boy was different; a boy from his class named Cho. This boy was from a family connected to the higher ranks of the green gang, so unlike Kyon this boy was always well dressed and he never needed anything. Cho started taking dance lessons at the age of six, but as the rich kid didn’t want to start alone, he begged his parents to pay for Kyon as well. And so they did. Kyon quickly appeared to be a real talent and improved faster than his friend. This didn’t destroy their friendship thou, but simply just started an admiration from Cho’s side towards his half Japanese friend.

(10-15 year): as the years passed by it became harder and harder for Kyons mother to pay the rent and keep up their living standards. She had jobs from time to other besides the selling herself at the streets, but she never let Kyon know about her misery. But at the age of 13 He found out how hard it was for her to keep it up, and so he got himself some lousy job in a kiosk. But the money he got wasn’t enough, so in the end he dropped out of school when he was 14… He thought he could keep it up like this, but living as a colorless was hard. - Very hard. And on top of it all she got shot when Kyon was 15. He found her dead body in the hallway on his way back home up into the one roomed apartment they lived in. Her blood was floating out at the floor. Traumatized by this, Kyon ran off to stay at Cho’s place. But he wasn’t able to tell him what he had seen

(15-22 years): But eventually Kyon had to return home. He was so afraid of what would now happen. And then; he stepped into the apartment 2 weeks later just to find his mother standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, watching her naked shoulder where a purple tattoo was. Kyon was devastated. He thought he had lost her. So he went to hug her as he cried, but she rejected him and told him to get out of her house. Kyon did not know why, so he refused. The truth was that she wanted to protect him. She didn’t want him to get into the gang she had now been forced into. But this was not for her to decide; Kyon didn’t leave, but instead he did his best to hide from other of the purple lions so he would not get dragged into it, while he worked as hard as he could to earn money enough to help her…
At the age of 16 Cho’s parents didn’t want to pay for lessons to Kyon no more. Kyon didn’t blame them this as he was now much older. Kyon kept working, tried to pay for his dance lessons himself. He would stay over at Cho’s as often as he could to get a few free meals, but he could never stay for long as he needed to work as much as he possibly could. Only one year after his mother’s first death, the woman committed suicide again. Kyon could do nothing but to let her gem get into the hands of the purple lions. This caused her an even bigger dept. Kyon felt how his whole existence seemed to fall apart a bit by bit everyday.. The only thing that kept him going was the dancing.
Through the years he had become so talented; much better than all the other’s at the class. He was as if he was a pro – No. even better. And at the age of 17 he was at his final stepping stone to becoming professional. But his life was about to take a drastic turn. One evening when practicing for a big show, someone had spilt water on the stage. His friend Cho slipped in it, and accidently bumped into Kyon who at this point was very close to the edge of the stage. He fell off – normally this wouldn’t be so serious, as a minor injure only was to be expected; but as usual; Kyon was out of luck. He hit into a stepladder which earlier had been used by one of the light technic-guys to fix the stagelight. His head hit the floor first, knocked him out. Everything went black, and he didn’t felt the instant pain it would have given him when the stepladder fell right down onto his back.
A few hours later he woke up in a hospital bed. He couldn’t feel his legs. One of the discs in his spine had gotten a crack along with a part of the bones both below and above it. For a whole year he wasn’t able to walk, and he got himself into a huge dept to the hospital. A colorless would have to pay even more for being hospitalized. As all hospitals was owned by either one of the gangs. In the meantime his mother’s drug abuse became worse. Everything had changed, and by the time Kyon was able to walk, he had been told that he would never be able to dance again. This broke him down. The boy who used to be so loving and caring had turned cold. He had refused to see Cho for a whole year, as he blamed him for the accident. He said that he did it on purpose because of jealousy on his talent. Truth however was different; Cho was in love with Kyon, but he never told him.
Kyon, who was now 18 moved out from his mother’s home. He had no job anymore, so to afford an apartment was impossible. He spend his time trying to beg for money, trying to steal just a bit here or there, but it was never enough to afford even just one full meal each day, nor was it enough for him to pay the hospital bill. He knew that if he didn’t pay, he would end up in a gang.
Kyon cursed everything around him. He was so bitter, so angry with the world. But mostly he blamed Cho and his father. Cho for betraying Kyon, as he thought he did, and his father for leaving his mother and him. - But only after a few months at the streets yet another crack in his life happened. It was a late evening where Kyon, who was both hungry and tired returned to the alley he used to sleep in, bumped into a small group of guys. The youngest appeared to only be a few years older than Kyon, while the oldest appeared to be around 40.. They were all affected by drugs, and by violence and force they dragged the half Japanese off to an apartment not far away. Here he was blindfolded and had to put up with getting beaten and abused for 6 hours before they dragged him out to his alley again, left him with a small amount of money. Kyon had never felt more worthless. He didn’t leave the alley for days, and in the end he had become so desperate. What should he do?
Feeling worthless, broken, on the edge to lose his sanity – not to speak of his life as he was so hungry, he felt as if he had no other choice but to start selling his own body… His body was still weak, but as a miracle his back had started to heal up perfectly – Kyon however did not know about this – his pride had broken worse than his back.
By selling his body Kyon managed to earn money enough to rent a small room in an apartment of a colorless, old lady. He kept on working, and when his life slowly started to become more stable, he tried to search for a real job again. After a long day with asking for jobs in different stores he was on his way home in the late evening. He passed by a street with many nightclubs, and along with all these he saw one that appeared different from the other’s. A gay bar? – and a strip bar? Curious as he could be from time to other, Kyon decided to check it out. Just a small peep. He would like to see how such a place looked like. And there; at the stage he saw a young man; half naked dancing at the stage. He wasn’t super good, but it was something that made the guys watching go wild. Kyon felt deeply fascinated by this, and so he went to the bar, asked to talk to the owner. But he would have to stay until the club closed at 4 in the morning.
So he did.

Through the last half hour, the huge room with the stripper poles had been emptied. The bouncers have had their trouble on getting all those drunken bastards out of there, but in the end they had managed.
The short Asian; Kyon, had been waiting at a table where he had been sitting for the past couple of hours. He was dead on tired and could barely keep his eyes open. He felt as if there never was an end to this boring waiting time. Soon he heard the noise from a pair of fashionable dress shoes that slowly but with firm steps moved towards him across the cold, shiny surface of the marble floor, which was stained here and there by alcohol and cash – dropped by the costumers.
“So, it Is you who’s asking for a job here?” the slightly fat man in the expensive suit while running his hand caressing back across his smooth hair. He had full lips framed by a thin beard line. He appeared to be around the end of 30ies.
Kyon slowly got up from his seat with an empty expression while his head slowly let out a few nods. The dark brown eyes of his watched the man as he moved closer with a thick cigar resting between his wide, strong fingers.
“Yes. That’s me,” Kyon replied after a few hesitating seconds. His body language seemed more firm than his tone of voice as he tried to appear strong, mighty and fearless – but it failed miserably. After all; how could you look like something you weren’t? Soon the wide fingers closed themselves up around Kyon’s chin, forced his head a bit backwards. Kyon’s eyes met a pair of small, dark eyes which mostly just reminded him of the eyes on a pig. Yes, the man took his time to get a good look on the beautiful little creatures fragile face.
“And you think you’ve got what it takes?” He snorted in a patronizing manner, “You really doesn’t look like it!” he laughed shortly in this skeptical manner with the superior tone staying in his voice. Kyon immediately stepped backwards with a hiss.
“Let me prove myself!” he snapped.

And as Kyon had wished for, so it happened. Not much longer he was the one standing at the stage with the poles. The man had placed himself in a huge armchair right in front of the podium. It was obvious how he did not believe Kyon’s words, and he looked forward to patronize him even further.
But soon that grin of his would vanish from his face. The music had been started, and Kyon started to move. He didn’t strip his clothes, as the pair of worn out jeans, the long sleeved shirt and the old hoodie wasn’t ideal for this. But his body could move. Sure it could. It was as if he was one with the music. His heartbeat was running hand in hand with the loud bass, his arms and legs almost appeared to have wings, and when he pulled himself up onto the pole the first time, the dress pants on the man started to feel tight. His blood rushed through his body with the same rhythm as the music, his expression was the mood of the song playing. It was as if you didn’t listen to the music; you SAW it. Kyon could have continued forever like this. He hadn’t been dancing for so long, and for some seconds he had forgotten everything about his injured back. After all it had healed completely, and the pain of it was only in his own mind by now.
Suddenly the man got up from his chair.
“THAT’S ENOUGH!” he yelled up in a loud, firm voice with a stiff expression painted upon his face. One of his workers who had been cleaning before Kyon got up on stage, and then he had been starring as if he was hypnotized by the dance, now stopped the music. Kyon let his body slowly glide down from the position 1½ meter above the ground, clinged to the pole with only the legs. He placed himself in front of the pole with his hands behind the back while facing his own feets. He was sure that he would be asked to leave by now, to leave, and never come back.
But he was wrong.
“Get down here” the slightly rusty voice of the boss said. He let up a hand to slowly wave the other towards him. Kyon hesitated once again, but after a short while he let his body glide down from the podium and by insecure steps he moved closer to the fat man. When he got there, he felt a firm grab around his thin wrist.
“Now… I’ve seen how you dance… but that’s not enough. I have to check up on you in a faintly different way… if you get what I mean…” he spoke with a smarmy smile while slowly pulling Kyon closer. Kyon felt how an uncomfortable chill of fear and disgust run down his spine. Yet he just nodded slowly. He knew he had to agree to this if he wanted to get the job.

And that was how it happened, that Kyon had to have sex with the bos. But he got the job. Every night he would dance, and afterwards the boss would sell his body to different costumers – the highest bidder only. But Kyon didn’t even get a fourth part of what he earned by selling his body. He had never felt this worthless; not even after the first rape. When being on the streets he would take a very low price for his body, as he felt like he couldn’t sell himself for more. He was close to giving up, but one thing kept him alive; When he performed, when he danced… Then he felt alive. Even thou he had to flash his body to all those strangers, even thou he was so exposed…. He felt alive. But he still refused to believe his back was fine again. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help it. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it was fine – after all he could dance pole dance without any trouble, - but it never worked.
It didn’t take long before Kyon had become the star of the club. He shined like the most beautiful night sky. He felt at home when dancing up there.. But his personality had become twisted. He had turned into a cynical diva, cold and selfish, even thou he felt like nothing more than a freak only born to disaster and misfortune. It didn’t take long before he became an addict to both cigarettes and different kind of drugs. In the end he couldn’t pay his rent, and he once more ended up at the streets. He still refused to join one of the gangs; this was the reason why he got such a low payment.

Gang history: When did your character join a gang, and why? also write why he/she isn't in a gang, if that's the case.

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Weapon 1: Butterfly knife
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At the club where he works, he’s called “the angel”
The club is owned by the purple lions, therefore, since he’s a colorless, he doesn’t get payed much.

Relations:
Chrome: That bastard of a gangleader! He can really piss off Kyon in a way that he can't even put words onto! Kyon have blacklisted him from his mental list of potential clients. But despite Kyon's hate for the gang's, he doesn't really hate Chrome that much - but neither does he really like him.
Leo: some purple engineer - At first she was just a stranger who he had no opinion on, but now they're somewhat friends.
Orin: another colorless he met in the rain, and somehow he want to check up on him once in a while, to make sure he is okay
Kanae: an old friend of Kyon's, one of the few that he actually treats nicely.
Jayden: Where many other's droll after Jayden, Kyon just wanna kick him in the nuts with those hooker boots of his. Jayden piss him off in a bit of the same way as Chrome does, and just as for Chrome, Kyon doesn't really hate him - which pisses him off even more cause he want to dislike him, and blacklist him and all that. He also snatched his jacket.
Dylan: another person that Kyon doesn't like. He wanna poke a whole in her - according to him - fake boobs and watch the air go out of them like balloons.
Lee: stuck-up-in-air-san, boring-san, asshole, fuckface... Kyon got plenty of names for this guy. Even thou Kyon won't admit it, he sorts of likes this guy. Or well; he hates him with all of his hateful little heart, but at the same time he also likes him. All in total Kyon just likes people who show strength, and since he obviously can't control his own life, knowing that someone else would actually be able to do so, seems like a safe base for him. Also this guy can take a vocal beating from Kyon, and despite the insane amount of fights they have, it seems that Lee just doesn't give up, and keeps the contact to him.
Jeremy: Poor victim for Kyon's never ending cruelty and abuse. He hijacked his apartment and right now he lives there, and has taken up Jeremy's bedspace. poor boy now sleeps on the sofa.
Cees: That ass who Kyon just doesn't like.