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PLAYER INFO
Name: Koz
Personal Journal: <lj user="kozly_bear"> 
Contact: kobblublu@hotmail.ca for e-mail and AIM.

CHARACTER INFO
Name: Kiyomasa Senji
Canon: Deadman Wonderland
Age: Mid twenties
Gender: Male
Crime Committed: Killing four of his fellow Officers.

Personality: At first, Senji seems like your typical run of the mill crazy criminal. He enjoys violence, even going so far as to attack anyone who gets in the way of his fights. He constantly talks about how much he likes battling, and how fun and entertaining it is to have a proper battle with somebody of equal standing.

He truly does enjoy all of those things, but Senji's personality goes a lot deeper. He himself has an honourable side- which he expects everyone else to respect till the very end. He will not fight someone if they are down, he likes to have them stand up and take hits from him the proper way, kicking someone when they are unable to battle is just not his style. A fair fight means the most to him, and gives him the greatest satisfaction when he is able to beat the person. If the person beats him however, an even deeper appreciation of that person will grow- meaning that the certain someone who beat him will be unable to lose until he can fight and defeat them once more. He would get furious if he finds out someone that beat him was off battling elsewhere, Senji cherishes his fights.

The biggest weakness he probably has, would be the fact that he is a hardcore prude. He would get worked up just talking to women, but when they wear something that's revealing or clinging tightly to their bodies- that's when things get real for him. The very thought of it makes him blush, however when he sees other women in such attire he would either get a nosebleed, pass out, or a combination of the two. In short, Senji would rather all women wear something that covered every inch of their bodies so he would not have to look at their curves.

There are a few things that get Senji riled up or shocked. One of them would be when his past is brought up, or mocked. He does not like it when someone talks about what has happened to him so casually, doing so would earn the person a good boot to the face. This would be one of the few times Senji would hold a grudge against someone. The only other time he would not forgive someone- is if they turned into some kind of traitor. Senji is a very trusting individual once he likes the person, he would go out of his way to help them out in any situation. There would have to be some begging involved, but eventually Senji would cave and help the person out the best to his ability. Since he is like this, if someone betrays his trust, he will immediately label them a traitor, thus making his attitude towards them bitter and unpleasant.

He truly believes that those who rely on others are children and that they need to learn to grow up and have people rely on them for once. Being relied on is something that gives Senji strength to press on and accomplish anything he puts his mind to. Senji acts like a big tough guy, but he does this to protect his soft side, which is the most vulnerable thing about him.

Background: Senji had always been someone who had honoured the justice system, and watching Aceman when he was younger hardly helped any. The cartoon only fuelled his passion for the rights and wrongs of this world, he wanted to help people anyway he could. The only thing was close to a superhero, was a police officer. They got to always run around and shoot the bad guys, there couldn't be a downside to it- right?

Alas, Senji trained hard and did pretty well on his tests and exams, slowly climbing his way up on the ladder to success. Finally he got his chance- a certain chief had noticed Senji at the many training facilities and shooting ranges around the local area. It was his confidence and attitude that had given Senji the boost he needed to finish everything with flying colors.

Eventually- he became an upstanding cop, only after he had met his other three friends did he start to slack off and his relaxed attitude came about when he was around the rest of them, along with his chief. He still wanted to do the right thing- but him and his fellow officers just did it in a different way than the rest of the force. The other cops that he knew, were ruthless and would go so far as to kill any of the criminals they came across that they felt deserved it. No one was being tried in front of a judge- they hardly got any say in before the other officers killed them in horrible ways. The others had strayed too far off the path of righteousness, but who was Senji to tell any of the older cops off?

Him and his buddies however, they still went after criminals like any old policemen would, but they wouldn't kill them. The farthest they would go would be to beat them up, and then arrest them. Some of his friends voiced concerns about this- saying that they might come back after them. Senji's only response was that he would beat them up again, and again, not caring how many times it took. His chief was a man he really looked up to, he would always rely on him for everything. They would joke around and say that Senji was just a kid- but he wanted to prove it to them that he was more than that.

When he received a letter from one of the local gangs, he thought that this was his chance to prove it to his friends that he was an adult. Right when he was about to go out and confront this gang, his chief walked up to him and punched him in the gut, rendering him useless. He laid on the floor and watched as his friends put on their bullet proof jackets, grabbed their weapons and walked out the door. Before leaving, the chief said something about how only adults can go outside and smoke. Senji was confused as to why they did this, as soon as he was able to, he got up and ran out after them.

At the meeting spot where the gang was, he saw his friends, and heard his chief ask him to pass him a cigarette, he thought it was going to be okay but...he got a closer look at them all. They were torn to bits, literally, every one of his friends had a limb ripped off and scattered somewhere else, they were all dead- except for his role model, he was still alive for the time being. He had no limbs left, he was just left with a torso, yet he was still able to talk with Senji until his final moments. Senji yelled at him, telling him that he was always relying on him. His chief told him that one day someone will rely on him- and it'll be the greatest feeling. With that, his chief died, and left a grieving Senji.

Filled with the pain of losing his friends, Senji turned himself in to the local authorities, claiming that it was him that killed them all. He felt as though he was solely responsible for it. He would never forget his friends, but he felt like he had to do something for them as a little tribute. He had a tattoo artist tattoo four initials above his eye, each letter resembling one of his friends that he lost.

SAMPLES
First Person Sample: http://dear-mun.livejournal.com/39274782.html

Third Person Sample: Darkness was all around him, blanketing him in a familiar warmth. He stood there, in what would be considered his bird cage, awaiting the start of the next Carnival Corpse. If he was some scrawny first timer like the person standing in the other corner, he would have been shaking as well. Not from the fear, but from the excitement. It had been all too long since he had been standing in this spot, it was almost like nostalgia. His grin never wavered, like a permanent smirk had been painted on his face. This was it- it was a time for one of his fights to begin. No one could get in his way now.

When the lights turned on and each of their respected cages opened, he walked out into the bright lights of the arena. He wanted to laugh at the disappointing looking challenge that was presented before him. He wanted something good to work with, something he could slice up after smacking each other around a bit. This fight looked like it would be over in a few seconds.

Without a moments hesitation, Senji had raised his arms up, activated his razor rings on his thumbs and slashed through the skin on his forearms. The blood that came force swirled and twisted until it formed what could only be described as a blade. Two blades, to be precise. He moved into a crouching position, his fighting stance ready, his adrenaline already pumping through his abnormal blood.

“I'm gonna cut you up dead center! Ya better be ready!”