Mizushima Natsuko
 Natsuko a pressé le cul de la cigarette dans le cendrier sous son pouce, à peine même en regardant comme elle s'est écrasée et l'a tordu vers et vers. À l'intérieur de l'atelier derrière les deux mécaniciens, les outils revenaient lentement à leur travail - sans doute, la pause prenait fin. Elle a repris son téléphone en main alors que l'homme à côté d'elle laissait sortir un peu de grognement, sans doute en commençant le processus graduel de psyching lui-même pour retourner au travail.
Natsuko a laissé sortir un "heh" calme à la langue-face dans la réponse de Ryuu - étant le lingo Internet totalement à l'aise qu'elle était, elle s'est demandé exactement quand faire un capital P était sorti de la mode; bien que la réalité est vraiment qu'elle n'avait vraiment aucune idée de ce qu'elle était sur et était plus-semblant pour elle-même de se sentir un peu mieux. Elle s'est mise dans sa réponse, pas trop à la différence d'avant:
 avant de continuer : Natsuko a pressé l'envoi avant de prendre un moment pour s'arrêter et attendre, en s'assurant que ça s'est bien passé. Avec cela, elle se tenait avec un gémissement exagéré puis se tourna pour offrir une main à l'homme.
"Lève-toi, mon pote." Natsuko jested, comme il l'a pris. Elle l'a aidé à se relever avant de rentrer par la porte.
Fukui TsubameTsubame a laissé sortir un bâillement fort et innocent alors qu'elle étirait les bras en dessous de sa literie du club d'accueil de l'Ouran High School. C'était si agréable de se réveiller naturellement, surtout sur un travail...
- C'est quoi, ça?
Ses yeux s'élargissaient à mesure que la réalité commençait à se manifester sur elle. La fatigue persistante du matin a disparu à l'instant même. Elle s'est emparée pour son téléphone, avec un étui rose et un peu de charme accroché à lui représentant une étoile de tir. L'écran est venu à la vie pour révéler...
 Elle a laissé sortir un "E-Eh..." tranquille en regardant le temps, tremblant avec anticipation:

"Eeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Elle s'enfuit alors qu'elle sortait de son lit avec l'énergie approximative du réseau électrique de la ville. Elle a couru jusqu'à la cuisine pour claquer un peu de toast dans le grille-pain avant de passer à la salle de bains. Ça allait être une douche avec un déodorant excessif ce matin-l'après-midi...
Dans un délai presque court, elle explosa la porte d'entrée avec un morceau de toast presque aussi noir que le frêne dans sa bouche, son sac emportait accidentellement sur son épaule, et une note de sa mère dans sa main qu'elle n'avait même pas lu. Elle savait qu'elle allait se faire réprimander pour être en retard. "Je ne peux pas supporter ça..." elle pensait à elle-même, "Ils ont l'air si effrayants quand ils sont en colère..."
Elle a fait irruption à travers la porte dans ce qui doit être les expositions les plus divertissantes de la journée. Au cours de sa course, l'un de ses pains - liés en désordre et presque sans égard - était tombé, tandis que l'autre était à peine accroché là-dedans. Elle baignait et transpirait un peu, mais cela ne l'empêchait pas d'aller à la réceptionniste et de s'incliner tellement de fois, si vigoureusement, que l'autre lapin s'envolait à mi-bow, en envoyant la bande de cheveux s'envoler à une vitesse quasi supersonique.
"Je suis désolé, je suis désolé!" Elle a failli crier. La réceptionniste a laissé un soupir tranquille alors qu'il murmurait quelque chose à l'effet de "Again..?"
Tsukada DaikiIl était difficile de dire ce qui était plus ombragé à l'intérieur du bar populaire et le lieu de jeu: la fumée de cigarette persistante sur le plafond, les divers hommes suspects criant et se moquer sur les chances et les pertes aux tables de Mahjong, ou même les chances et les pertes elles-mêmes - certains regardant beaucoup trop grand pour eux pour se permettre. Dans une table vers un coin, avec une certaine intimité relative par rapport au reste des tables, un assemblage d'hommes bien habillés sinon méfiants a glissé chits mahjong et jetons de jeu sur: tatouages de style traditionnel qui sortaient de chemises non boutonnées et manches roulées étaient fréquents, les rares impairs étaient les doigts manquants, et un panneau réservé était presque jeté sur le bord de la table mahjong.
"Fuck Satuko," laisse sortir un des hommes, "en train de draguer sur le jeu régulier comme ça. Qu'est-ce qu'il fait de toute façon?"
L'un des autres a lâché une raclée. "Chasser après les lycéennes, probablement..."
La seule femme à table, habillée comme si elle était censée être sur le tapis rouge avec une ceinture sombre autour de son cou, a parlé entre fumer sa cigarette à travers un porte-cigarettes sombre. "Avec de l'argent qu'il a gagné la dernière fois, probablement... que pensez-vous de votre argent étant utilisé pour ce genre de chose, Daiki?"
Daiki a laissé sortir un vague 'hmph' alors qu'il a pressé un mahjong en avant, en position. Un verre court, stubby avec un liquide de couleur bois plus quelques glaçons assis dans sa main, et un cigare assis dans un plateau de cendres à côté de lui. "Je vais le ramener pour ça. Tu sais ce qui se passe quand quelqu'un saute un jeu." Quelques ronflements et ronflements étranges venaient de la table alors qu'ils s'entendaient silencieusement sur ce que serait la punition. Daiki leva son cigare à sa bouche, prenant quelques bouffées avant d'évacuer la fumée restante et de le poser en arrière. Il l'a poursuivi avec une petite bouche de whisky.
Un des hommes à table regarda vers le reste du bar. "Pensez que quelqu'un viendra se joindre à vous?"
L'un des autres a ronflé à la suggestion. "Qui veut jouer au mahjong avec un tas d'hommes qui manquaient de doigts? C'est assez vieux pour être ici, de toute façon."
"Ils joueraient si Satsui les tentait." J'ai jeté le premier homme, regardant la femme. L'un des autres hommes et la femme - évidemment, Satsui - éclata de rire.
"Vous plaisantez?" "Elle a l'air de les attirer au bord de leur bateau avec une chanson et de les noyer."
Satsui a frappé l'homme avec une main gantée. "Qu'est-ce que tu essaies de dire?"
Encore une fois, la table riait.
Full Name:
Fukui Tsubame.
Appearance:
Tsubame stands at a meager 5 feet and 2 inches with a clear complexion and a build sitting somewhere between slim and average. Her hair has been bleached white and comes in a wide assortment of styles, varying every day in the week in no discernible pattern. She has vibrant, bright emerald green eyes and delicate facial features. More often than not she's wearing band-aids and gauze about her body, with her energetic and brimming personality often getting her into trouble.
Species:
Human.
Age:
19.
Gender:
Female ♀.
Personality:
Tsubame is most commonly described as either "bouncing off the walls" or as having "crashed", with an energetic, larger-than-life and over-the-top personality. She's easily distracted, a little aloof, and has a short attention span, but contrary to this she's extremely passionate with a full-frontal approach once she's committed to something, as long as she is committed to it - for example, she can play a total of 9 instruments at the beginner level.
Biography:
Tsubame was born as the youngest of three children, with an older brother and an older sister, in Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture. As the youngest child, true to stereotypes, she was often spoilt and sometimes given a looser reign that her siblings before her, often to petty sibling debate. Economically, their family was significantly well-off with a firm position in the upper-middle class, with her father running a successful local butcher and her mother being a housewife.
Initially, Tsubame was enrolled into a private school like her siblings before her, although when her father's butchers started to go downhill and eventually go out of business two years later, the family could no longer afford it. Before long, her father found work at a corporation-chain butchers, although the money was never as great. In order to keep her in school, her family enrolled Tsubame into the significantly cheaper CCG Academy Junior School.
In the junior school, Tsubame sat comfortably in the middle-performance range. While she initially struggled, once her teachers figured out how short her attention span his and how she can easily be prompted back towards work with a gentle touch, her grades began to rise. In response to such a prompt, she took up martial arts as an extracurricular activity, which she remains in until she graduated - becoming quite talented, particularly in Naginatajutsu.
Following her graduation from the CCG Academy Junior School, Tsubame - to her parents objection, but she was stubbornly committed - went on to enroll at the CCG Ghoul Investigator Training Academy, to train to become a ghoul investigator. As before, she sat comfortably in the center range for grades, all but slipping under the radar - which she would have, if her personality wasn't so larger-than-life. Throughout the process of attending the academy, the worst of her low-attention, high-density personality was mitigated - and while it's still almost painfully present, it's subsided at least in the regard that she can focus on and is committed to the job, with her prior teachers hoping that her partner and teacher within CCG will continue to work on it.
Only recently, Tsubame graduated from the academy to move on to CCG headquarters. She's currently eager and excited to meet her partner.
Rank:
Rank 2 Investigator.
Quinque:
Tsubame's quinque is a Koukaku/Ukaku-type quinque fashioned into the shape of a naginata. The entire construction of the weapon - from the pommel of the shaft to the tip of the blade - is made from a koukaku kagune, coming together in a strong if not slightly unwieldy weapon, considering it stands well above Tsubame in height when stood next to her. The gimmick of the weapon is that an ukaku kagune is fashioned into the pommel, where it slides apart to fire crystallized shards as seen fired from its ghoul counterparts.


"O-Oh, Daiki, I-!""Sit the fuck back down."
Full name:
Tsukada Daiki.
Appearance:
Daiki stands at an imposing 6 feet and 2 inches tall with broad shoulders accompanied by a muscular, chiseled build. His clear skin is clad in a bodysuit of traditional, colorful Japanese art, the sorts of which typically associated to the Yakuza: depicting works such as dragons, koi fish, oni, and nature, from the collarbones down to the toes - with the exception of a parting line down the center-front of the torso. His dark hair is worn styled back and his facial hair varies between a clean shave and a vague stubble. His dull, dark brown eyes depict a story in themselves, and he normally wears some assortment of suit - within which, he almost always carries a Model 1911 pistol.
Significantly, the pinkie finger of his left hand has been cut off just above the first knuckle connecting to the palm of the hand, not unlike yubitsume.
Species:
Human.
Age:
28.
Gender:
Male ♂.
Personality:
Daiki is a stern, no-nonsense man's man: educated, clothes that fit, button-up shirts, polite but the first to throw a punch, love your mother and protect your family, so on so forth. As an active gangster of the yakuza, he almost religiously follows the philosophy of ninkyo, even if begrudgingly at times - even between practicing crimes for the gain of himself or his yakuza family. He is to some extent stubborn, and while he's normally slow to commit to an issue, he's passionate and nigh-hellbound once he is. He smokes approximately half a pack of cigarettes a day as a vice.
Biography:
Daiki was born in the relatively distant city of Osaka, within the aptly named Osaka Prefecture, as the youngest of two children underneath an older brother. His father was a detective for the local police department and his mother worked at an accounting firm as an administration clerk, resulting in a collectively high household income. While naturally, responsibility for the household would fall onto the older brother once he was capable enough, it almost always fell on Daiki, as his oldest brother was something of a delinquent.
As the two grew up, Daiki's older brother came to often often "exerted his dominance" over him - denying him granted things in the house, roughing him up, and otherwise picking on him. This continued throughout school and ran through peer groups. Daiki's parents were either absent in physical presence or absent in authority, as his father was mentally deteriorating through overexertion and his mother was working hard to try and pick up the slack. It was through this means Daiki picked up his "brawler" fighting style, through constant practice and failure with the occasional victory, Pyrrhic or otherwise. The stack between Daiki and his older brother came to an abrupt turnabout not long after Daiki's 13th birthday - when his older brother was 15. Daiki's older brother, the delinquent he has, was shouting at and shoving about their mother for grounding him after he was caught smoking with his friends. When Daiki tried to interfere, his older brother shoved him aside and went to smack him over the head to dissuade him, where Daiki retaliated by abruptly slipping by and socking him square in the jaw - knocking him to the ground - before he then put his head in the doorframe of one of the lower cupboards and slammed the door over his head a total of sixteen times, incapacitating him and resulting in no less than five stitches. While the incident initially put a divide between Daiki and his mother, they later grew much closer as Daiki came to protect her from his older brother. Following the incident, Daiki started to begin training in martials arts - namely, boxing and muay thai - with the financial support of her mother. While confrontation between Daiki and his older brother initially peaked, they began to gradually drop off after Daiki's older brother tried to take to him with a baseball bat as revenge, where Daiki promptly gave him another six stitches using the very same bat - well beyond the level of violence his older brother had intended to go, mind you, making him secretly scared of his younger brother.
Shortly after Daiki's 17th birthday, the hidden issues between Daiki's parents abruptly burst out into public light. While it was no secret that Daiki's father was spending less time with his family and more time at local bars, it was revealed that his father had actually fallen into alcoholism so extensively that he was caught both under the influence and with vodka in his water bottle at work, where he was promptly fired. It was also revealed that his father was frequenting strip clubs and that in the time, his mother was having an affair with someone from her workplace - who, mind you, took much better care of her. When Daiki's parents were confronting one another in the kitchen, Daiki's father eventually boiled over to strike his mother, where Daiki - now well-built and chiseled as is - promptly struck him to the ground and put his head in the lower closets before his mother stopped him. Daiki and his mother moved in with the man she was having an affair with who, to this day, they all get along as if they were a family in themselves. Daiki's brother was left with his father.
Going forward another two and a half years, with Daiki now being 19 and his older brother being 21, Daiki learnt that his brother not only had become involved running narcotics for local gangsters, but he'd done so underneath the nose of the local Yakuza family. He learnt such when Yakuza gangsters intercepted him on his way back home from university one day, who were aware of the broken relation between the two and asked if he knew anywhere. While Daiki said he didn't, he took one of their mobile phone numbers and sought out his brother on his own. Since their parting, his father had found work at a local supermarket where he was now an assistant manager and while his recovery from alcoholism and sex addiction was slow, it was coming along; his brother, however, dropped out of school and got involved with local crime, which had landed him in his current position. Daiki tracked his brother to a local abandoned warehouse, where he found him and one of ihs accomplices surveying a trunk-load of narcotics. Daiki called the yakuza gangster's number to let him know, which later led to a major incident by local standards: a number of petty gangsters and dealers arrived to receive the narcotics where a number of yakuza gangsters pulled up shortly after, resulting in a major fight - strictly a brawl with some melee weapons, mind you, nothing too severe. When Daiki helped the Yakuza gangsters in the fight and outperformed even some of their own, he was later asked if he was looking for work. This is how Daiki became involved with the local Yakuza family - granted, once he proved himself.
In a particular incident when Daiki was 24, Daiki became romantically invested with one of the women being used to make pornographic media, who expressed her desire to him to escape the industry. Daiki organised her escape, although the escape was foiled by other members of the family who had caught wind. In response, Daiki was given two choices by the oyabun - the family head: either present to him one of his severed fingers by midnight, or be hunted by the family. Shortly before 11 PM that night, Daiki entered the oyabun's household and presented the severed pinkie finger of his left hand, where he was then dismissed to go to hospital.
Since then, Daiki has been serving the yakuza family faithfully, and remains doing so today. As of current, he's fairly influential within the family and informally fills the role of an enforcer, since having grown close to his lieutenant. He currently has his own apartment in the 20th ward where he lives with his faithful Staffordshire Bull Terrier,  - who, admittedly, is spoilt to almost no end, but she's so gentle and loving that he can't help himself.