<span style="color: #FFFF00">Appearance:</span><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/library2/159a4def-bc75-49fa-a440-20bbc5d4d56a_zps89955f9e.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Name:</span>Rijaku Mehoshimo<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Age:</span>21 (looks younger than he is due to his feminine like features)<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Race:</span>Human<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Personality:</span><br/>*submissive (secretly)<br/>*loving<br/>*protective<br/>*strong<br/>*serious (when on the job)<br/>*goofball (when not working)<br/>*intelligent<br/>*compassionate<br/>*passionate<br/>*loyal<br/>*honest<br/>*ladies man<br/>*bad ass (most of the time)<br/>*will stop at nothing to get the job done<br/>*goal oriented<br/>*at times has a bit of a hot head but can quickly bring it back under control<br/>*devoted to anyone who he lets in his heart (only has happened once)<br/>*considerate<br/>*kind<br/>*easy going (though when on a job you wouldn't know it)<br/>*laid back (though when on a job you wouldn't know it)<br/>*funny (though when on a job it is random)<br/>*good sense of humor (when on a job it is hard to tell)<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Job:</span>Classified Information is now Witness Protection<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Short Bio:</span>Classified Information<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Extra Information:</span><br/>*Classified Information<br/>*is master marksman<br/>*can create explosives or traps out of every day items<br/>*will protect a witness with his very life<br/>*is a bishie feminine looking male but is extremely strong, well toned, and subtly muscular<br/>*can run really fast<br/>*lost everyone he knew at a young age<br/>*once had a woman he loved and was going to marry until she betrayed him. he then distanced himself emotionally to an extent to keep from getting hurt again. still hopes to one day find love<br/>*is of Japanese/Chinese Descent<br/>*can speak Japanese, Chinese, Viatnamese, English, Spanish, and Greek languages<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Rijaku thought over all of the previous missions and things he had done in his life. Much of it was classified information. Needless to say he had not had a very "ordinary" childhood. He had been part of a classified governmental program that very few people even knew of. He shouldn't even let himself think much of it or on it. You never could know if someone had developed mental wavelength readers or true mind reading technology. Highly unlikely yet...nothing was impossible yet a great deal was improbable. That did not mean it could not one day become probable. You never knew. The world generally seemed to be in a back and forth bitchslapping match with itself. Advancement or staying the same maybe with some back slipping. In any case new things came about and happened all the time.<br/><br/>He checked to make sure all of his discretely hidden weapons, which was primarily firearms and back up cases, were ready for easy access. He knew this new mission was a doozey. Apparently some unfortunate blind woman had witnessed the going downs of a hit down by the major mafia in the area...the Vanachinos. They were bad news and even most of the other mafias steered clear of their front doors...so to speak. Poor woman apparently heard and "saw" too much. They had apparently realized this as she had nearly been killed from the report. He wondered why they were so worried about a blind woman. Sure they could pick you out of a lineup just by the sound and tremble of your voice...yet they couldn't see your face. Still...to the mafia any witness is a dead witness. He felt sorry for the woman.<br/><br/>Then he was dropped the bombshell that she was his Priority One. Meaning if all hell broke loose at the safe house she was his responsibility. That meant he was her personal bodyguard. Wherever she went he went. He had been relieved though when he learned that the woman had agreed to be taken into protective custody. He had her witness protection identity and history along with everything else needed in his suitcase. He was picking her up now apparently. Driving the discreet car that any dick or harry could own. A mafia hit witness was assigned the best. An attempt was already made on the blind woman and so now they called in THE best instead of just one of the best. Which was him.<br/><br/>He pulled into the driveway and straight into the garage. Walking to the car and attached a high techn piece of machinary that would prevent bugs or bombs being planted upon the vehicle. Perhaps he was overly cautious. Yet there was no such thing as being too cautious when on a high profile witness protection case such as this one. He walked inside and almost saluted. Then caught himself and smiled at the woman. Though his expression still was serious. "My name Rijaku Mehoshimo. I am your personal bodyguard and will be taking you to the safe house. What is your name miss? We will be helping you learn your cover identity as well as other things when we arrive at the safe house. I will protect you with my life ma'am." he said in a serious but highly respectful way.