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“Outta the way, man. I'm just passin' through.”
“Outta the way, man. I'm just passin' through.”
▌ NAME: Kenji Hasegawa
▌ AGE: 32
▌ OCCUPATION: Drifter / Former Bōsō Member
▌ ALIGNMENT: Unaffiliated
▌ APPEARANCE
Kenji Hasegawa dresses in exclusive blank clothing. We're talking faded black denim, scuffed boots, and a cropped leather jacket that’s seen more weather than polish. He usually is not one to care about his appearance much, other than his wavy, black hair that he tousles.
▌ HISTORY
Born in Tokyo to a former Bōsō-turned-Yakuza and a nightclub hostess, Kenji was left on the steps of an orphanage three weeks after birth. Out of luck, he was placed in the hands of an adoptive family in San Jose, California. He grew up restless and often never felt like he was home. By 16, he'd dropped out of school and found belonging with a small biker outfit called the 408 Alley Cats — a gang that wore its Bōsōzoku roots with pride. They had a ritual called The Oath. It started as a stunt — blood and engine oil on the road, a rehearsed vow that no brother would betray another. However, the man who first initiated the rite within the gang dealt in older, otherworldly dealings. The curse was bound to every member of the 408s, thehy must never know the curse, or else its knowledge would free them from their mortal coils
What started as joyrides and noise soon became transport runs up the Central Valley: drugs, arms, sometimes bodies. Kenji didn't ask questions; he rode and just did what he was told. The money was great until it wasn't. A botched deal left his sworn brother, Ivan, bleeding out in a 7-11 parking lot. Their rivals, The Lost Aces, took the blame, but the cops took Kenji. Someone from within the 408s had ratted him out to save their skin. Once Kenji served his time, he walked out with nothing but the endless road ahead and rode eastwards, with nowhere in mind. That's how he found the town. And that's where everything strange began again.
What started as joyrides and noise soon became transport runs up the Central Valley: drugs, arms, sometimes bodies. Kenji didn't ask questions; he rode and just did what he was told. The money was great until it wasn't. A botched deal left his sworn brother, Ivan, bleeding out in a 7-11 parking lot. Their rivals, The Lost Aces, took the blame, but the cops took Kenji. Someone from within the 408s had ratted him out to save their skin. Once Kenji served his time, he walked out with nothing but the endless road ahead and rode eastwards, with nowhere in mind. That's how he found the town. And that's where everything strange began again.
▌ PERSONALITY
Kenij is often sardonic and gruff. He is a man of few words and even fewer illusions. Beyond his blunt humor and hazy cynicism lies soft empathy. Years on the road taught him to be patient and detached, but not at peace. He often trusts few people, if any. He's slow to anger, but quick to act when boundaries are broken, making him fiercely loyal. The town may see him as another drifter, but the roads he took remember every ghost he carries.
Ready to ride? You're gonna get smoked if you can't keep up