Kimura, Kyōryoku

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Some people are told they're destined to do great things. Others find the discipline within themselves to make it possible. Even then, there are those who rise above and beyond expectations. This is Kyōryoku's image of himself, placing a lot of confidence in his abilities and strengths. Words like arrogant, narcissistic, and self-absorbed are thrown at and gladly accepted by his ego. After all, if you're good at something, why stop because of some asshole's opinion? Even further, if you're good at something, why do it for free?
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This is his motto: be good at something, make money, and live life the way you want. Fuck whatever anyone else says, it's all about you. This is what leads to the disrespect, the deception, the determination to bring every situation to his whims. There's nothing anyone says that'll change just how he feels. If he wants it, he's getting it. Sorry to break it to you, but there's nothing that's gonna stop it. Harsh words, broken bones, or dead friends and family won't change the outcome.
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The trait Kyōryoku prides in himself most is his ability to bend 26 letters into any creation he wants. Many can call him a natural born actor, a long tongued liar, the best damn salesman you've ever heard. Whatever you can think to label him, go for it. There's not a single fuck he gives; At the end of the day, he'll find a way to make you agree with him. Unless there's something shutting him up (not likely), then there's a way to sow doubt, a way to gain trust, a way to achieve his goals. This is his Midas Touch.[break][break]

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Life from birth to now didn't get interesting until High school. That's when Kyōryoku changed into the man he became today. Most people say they learned their behavior from the parents or other outside authority figures. He became who he is by defying others, slowly increasing the odds. At the start of high school, the young teenager broke from many of his old friends to join a gang. All of these people who believed in his abilities in education began to try to talk him out of it. Instead, Kyōryoku probably convinced others he was better off this way, possibly having them join later on in the school year.[break][break]



His time with Nightmare started with an upperclassman who was already well acquainted with their system. The plans set out by this individual weren't the standard fare for their group, everyone expecting belligerent thugs. This was all about business. After a couple of choice picks, the young man started talking to Kyōryoku about joining Nightmare. Admittedly, there was more than one talk. At the start of the year, the freshman was more than stubborn, against the idea of joining entirely. A couple of deep conversations, nice dinners, and good times, his perception of life changed to fit what he was being told. [break][break]


It wasn't all about killing and trying to pop off on some dumb shit. Hell, it wasn't even about respect; Loyalty and brotherhood was what he was being taught when he joined. Usually, when you join a group like this, there's some fucked up initiation sequence. Kyōryoku wasn't bothered with any of that shit. Everything was taken care of for him, something he'll always remember when he first met up with everyone else. Honestly, it was a bunch of dumb asses and shitheads running the show, exceptions being cool niggas (like Ya Boi). However, his big homie made his time there worth while; He was being paid, getting shit done, making connections, and started being independent. [break][break]



That's when it happened. Big homie had big dreams and aspirations; His life's over because of them. There were no tears at his funeral; there was barely a funeral. Nightmare doesn't celebrate death because people die every day. That's the only consolation he got the entire time he was going through this shit. Never before had he been fucked up like this. It took a while, but soon, grief turned to anger. Anger at the group, at the world, but most importantly himself. How could he let this happen? This man gave him nearly everything he worked for and it ended in a matter of minutes with no respectable closure. [break][break]



While the man who made him who he was in this organization is gone, that didn't change just who he was in the grand scheme. Big dreams, big aspirations. Someone had to continue them and everyone was going for the mantle. As of right now, Kyōryoku's been keeping to himself about his plan on achieving them, keeping a low profile when people ask about the big homie's death. Instead, he's achieving popularity, trying to do the same that was done for him. New members are met with open arms from this young adult as he matured. He's still not sure if he chose this life or this life was chosen for him. [break][break]