Kaigen Korrick

[Kaigen Korrick]

Kaigen Korrick

biological information

Full Name: Kaigen Korrick
Nickname: King Kai, Kaiser, Korrupt
Alias(es): King Kai
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: 27
Date of Birth: August 8th 1984
Marital Status: Single
Place of Birth:Chicago
Race: Werewolf
Occupation: None

Physical Appearance:Kaigen has the body of someone used to fighting. It is hard growing up on the streets. Intimidation is not just a game for wolves. Kaigen had to work out on a strenuous routine day in and day out, as well as make sure he ate right and did practice fights with his members. These were never gentle, resulting in not a few broken noses. Always a gun at his side, and not just one, but several knives, he knew how to use them and did. Often. He had an Indian heritage, not the feathers and teepee type, but literally from India. Tanned skin, black hair and black eyes, he could fit in with most ethnic groups though he identified most with the Aframericans. He kept a clean shaven face, with a high top cut, often spiked. His clothing was often a Chicago Bears jersey when he was just cruising with loose pants and Jordans. When it was time for a job, a tight muscle shirt, fitted jeans, and black boots was his, ‘I’m ready to kill’ attire. When he wanted to dress clean, he had several very expensive suits.

His new werewolf form is 7’2” and 260 pounds. His often uncontrolled wolf acts out of instinct, and is a bloodthirsty, raging beast.Thick, shaggy, midnight black fur covers his form, with only tatters of his pants hanging loosely around the waist.

Celebrity Claim:John Abraham

special abilities

Powers:

• Shifting - His shifts are both time consuming, and painful, taking up a lot of energy leaving him a hungry beast. Being a new werewolf, he has very little control of his Wolf.
  
  
• Enhanced senses - Kaigen is blinded by bright lights and deafened by loud sounds. He is unaccustomed as a new wolf to his enhanced senses and they often are more of a hindrance then aid.
  
  
• Enhanced Sixth sense - He can sometimes tell something is off about a person, but he is inexperienced and can not always identify exactly what his Wolf is trying to tell him.
  
  
• Superhuman Strength - As a bodybuilder, Kaigen is not a stranger to having a strong body. But when suddenly a car weighs next to nothing, and a punch sends someone flying 20 feet, it is difficult to adjust to the world. He is learning and testing the limits of his strength, and sometimes uses more then necessary, causing more exaggerated response.
  
  
• Superhuman Speed - He can run a lot faster than normal, and could keep up with a racing car on the streets but not for a great length of time.
  
  
• Durability – He is very resilient to physical attacks, and could survive a lot of major incidents like explosion or crushing blows.
  
  
• Regeneration – Kaigen heals from wounds rather quickly, with the worst wounds healing faster than lesser ones.
  
  
• Stamina - He can keep going even when a normal person would be at their limits.
  
  
• Pack mind - Currently he does not belong to a pack.

Skills:

• Guns, knives, random objects – Kaigen is from the hood. Anything can function as a weapon. He is skilled with a gun, hitting targets accurately without a scope up to a hundred meters. As a werewolf, if he cared to test it, this is probably doubled, or more.
  
  
• Street Smart – If nothing else. Having a fourth graders education does not leave one very capable of being hired for a normal job. You have to be able to handle yourself on the streets where stranger means enemy. Kaigen has a fully functional knowledge and understanding of the dark and gritty life of the streets. Although, he has never had to live on the streets homeless and friendless where this ability was truly put to the test: until now.
  
  
• Fast Learner – Kaigen picks up on new concepts quickly, and retains what he learns.
  
  
• Survival – Kaigen is good at adapting and changing to circumstances.
  
  
• Drawing/Drumming – If Kaigen had anything soft about him, it was his ability to make art with a pencil, (or spray can) and rhythm with just about anything that could be beat on.

Personal Possessions: Right now, he is bereft of anything with value, sentimental or otherwise.

Weapons and Equipment: Anything he can find laying around is a potential weapon.

Limitations:Being a werewolf comes with a lot of cool stuff. It doesn’t help if you don’t know how to use them effectively. Like any werewolf, if he is cut, it heals, rather quickly. Even scars fading over a couple of days. Of course, if you cut off his head, or damage his heart faster than he can fix it, he’s dead. Being a living, breathing creature, suffocation, asphyxiation, stopping the heart, drowning, all of this are ways to kill a werewolf. Just be sure you have something strong enough that he can’t break out of or avoid. They also have a powerful aversion to silver, as it burns and is a toxic poison to their body. It is said there are certain herbs that can keep a werewolf at bay as well.

psychoanalysis

Personality Description: Let’s face it, Kaigen’s nothing but a thug. Most gangsters are cowards when you back them up against a wall alone. Kaigen would not go down without a hard won fight, but he was never alone. He had the type of attitude that had no respect for authority except his own. You tell him he couldn’t do something, and he would go out of his way to prove you wrong, and then kick your ass for suggesting otherwise.

Kaigen stuck it up for his brothers. He took care of them well. You step to one of them you stepped to the whole crew. He had respect, swank, and swagger. He was a bully, a crook, a mover, shaker and dealer. He would kill you as soon as look at you if you got on the wrong end of his gun.

The one thing he never did was use his goods. He kept a clear head at all times, refusing even to get drunk. He was always ready for a situation. He was calculating and manipulative. He could get just about anyone to do what he wanted with the right kind of persuasion.

Kaigen is also a vegetarian. Something to do with the act of killing someone, watching their blood squirting out, or slicing flesh with a blade…and then to turn around and sit at the dinner table a few hours later and attempt to cut into flesh the same way with a knife and eat it…just really set him the wrong way. Some people don’t care. Maybe he felt guilty, he didn’t know. He just didn’t like red meat. As a new wolf, he is having to adjust to the Wolf's demand for blood and meat.

Strengths:

• Persuasive
  
• Decisive
  
• Natural leader
  
• Wise
  
• Adaptable

Weaknesses:

• Prideful
  
• Vengeful
  
• Bloodlust
  
• Untrusting
  
• Bottles emotion to keep a cool appearance. When he breaks, he breaks hard.

Fear/s: If there is one thing Kaigen is truly afraid of, it is being alone. He is used to crowds, noise, hustle and bustle of a city life, but that is not what counts. One can be in a room full of dozens of people, and be alone. When you have a gang, you have a family. On the streets, especially if you are on someone else’s turf, being alone is a one way ticket to the crematorium.

Goal/s:To be a rich, successful man. To always be surrounded by his crew, and feel like he accomplished something. Every day he would do something productive. Right now, he just wants to go home but can’t.

biography

Their Story: Ah Chicago. The City of Yellow Lights. The Windy City. Home. Beautiful by day, you could almost ignore the stench of the back alleys. Stay in the upscale, rich side, and you’re alright. Avoid the slums. Watch your back. Kaigen started out a normal, happy child. He went to school, did his homework, obeyed his mother and father, and took care of his little sister, looked out for her. He loved a good book, even if it had pictures and was probably Brier Rabbit, he enjoyed it. He was doing well in school, and didn’t skip. Gangs, thugs, things that go bump in the night? They were on the outside. He was safe in his daddy’s
arms.

When father lost his job, they thought they would be alright. He had a degree. They had savings. But daddy had a problem. Some nights he’d go to the bar and have a little drink. He never drank at home; he would not expose his kids to that. When he lost his job, and struggled to get another, he got more into the drink. He grew careless. He’d have one too many at the bar, and come home swaying. Frustration, anger, tension, and the bills, grew. Daddy hit mommy. Daddy hit sister. Daddy crossed that line. Kaigen was too young to do much about it but watch, and get angry. The angrier he got, the more he wanted to do something. One day, he did.

He didn’t mean to, it sort of just happened you know? No one would miss a drunken rapist. Kaigen kept the gun and hit the streets. He quit school, though his mother didn’t know it. She had never worked a day in her life. She had an 10th graders education, quitting school when she got pregnant. Kaigen was the man of the house now and he had to take care of his little sister and mother. But how does a 12 year old get a job?

It started small. “Take these two sacks here, take the money, bring it back, you get a cut. Easy right? Good boy, don’t fuck it up and don’t get caught. If you do, don’t say anything.” Simple. The money came, the bills got paid, and mother didn’t ask questions. As Kaigen proved himself useful, he was given a bigger job. ”You see that guy over there?” “Yes?” “He’s not supposed to be here. Go take care of it.” The streets rang out with another gunshot. And nobody cared because it happened every day. Kaigen proved he would be a good fit and was ‘initiated’. When he came home black and blue, she scolded him for fighting in school. ”Do I have to talk to the principle?” “No momma.” “Good boy.”

He earned his first nickname, Korrupt, because he started out an innocent kid that life had corrupted.

As he grew up, he rose in rank. He was efficient, accomplished, and steady. He had a good eye for quality, and brought out the best in those around him. Nothing was too hard, or too big a job. Nothing could stop him. He kept his private life a secret for as long as he could. His other brothers had families too, some of them didn’t and that was ok too. They were together their own little family. They had each other through the best and worst of it.

There’s always war on the streets. Gangs fight for territory about as bad as wolves. When you make a name for yourself, you get attention; sometimes it’s the wrong kind. When their leader got shot and didn’t make it, Kaigen took the role. Enemies were watching, and nothing was sacred. He wasn’t home when they visited, and they made sure he had nothing to come home to.

Kaigen earned his nickname, Kaiser, when he combined two territories into one, uniting two gangs. They adopted aspects from both and became bigger and more successful. To say Kaigen took care of his own, it was true. One of his brothers had a problem. His mother was sick and struggling. Kaigen paid their bills, even the hospital bill, and got her a woman who could stay with her and take care of her. Two high profile murders were all it took to repay the debt, easy.

When he got his nickname King Kai, Kaigen had created an alliance with three other Nations, and united 4 other gangs under his own. He controlled about a third of Chicago. The one who controlled the other two thirds was a much larger collection of gangs and alliances. The original one still had the same leader over the rest. That first gang had been affectionately called, Hounds of Hell. It would turn out, they were aptly named.

The leader of the Hounds of Hell, was a very powerful man. He was liked and hated in equal measures even across his own gangs and alliances. Most only joined out of fear of him. To say he was violent is an understatement. How was it that the most wealthy and powerful man had survived numerous attempts on his life? Simple. He had werewolf body guards. How does someone control these werewolves? Also simple. He was a werewolf himself. More specifically, their alpha.

This alpha did not like the praise Kaigen was getting. He was well liked and respected. His turf was slowly creeping over the river into his own. The alpha was in danger of his collection breaking up and going to Kaigen’s. He had to be stopped.

Kaigen kept to his own side. He was aware of the other leader, but no one except the alpha’s original gang knew of his abilities. They were all werewolves. One day, walking down the block with his two best friends and brothers, a small child ran up to Kaigen and gave him a note. It simply said, I want to talk to you about a possible alliance. You are granted immunity for 24 hours. You know where I live. It was signed with a well-known outline of a paw print. Kaigen was both intrigued and wary.

When he got back, he talked it over with several of his members. None of them liked the idea, crossing turfs was always dangerous, but in the end, they agreed it was worth the risk.

They were set upon as soon as they arrived. It was both brutal and bloody. Their bodies were dumped well outside the city in the river. Kaigen, and two of his best guards, never came home. The two guards would later be found, quite dead, but the word never came back to Chicago. Kaigen was never found. And nobody cared, because it happened every day.

Other Information: none

rp sample

Outside it was a beautiful day. The sun blazed high in the sky behind a few wispy tendrils of cloud. The land was wide open and many different flowers dotted the landscape. It was one of those days that made you just feel good to be alive.

In the darkened confines of an old house still a few miles on the outskirts of Arc, it was a different story.

Kaigen doubled over and wretched again. Wave after wave of dark red chunks hit the floor. There was already a puddle of it, the liquid running off in all directions in rivulets on the uneven floor. He'd done it again.

On and on it went, and even when there was nothing left he went through the motions until exhausted he fell back on his ass and crawled away from the mess he'd made. He kept looking at it then down at himself, and shake his head. Somewhere deep inside he knew what it was but didn't want to think too hard about it. He didn't even like meat.

To top it off, he didn't know where he was. What the hell was wrong with him? Cradling his head in his hands, elbows on his knees as he sat there in the early morning light, thoughts of yesterday floated up. That wasn't what he wanted. He tried harder, back to the night he'd crawled out of the river. His body had been in tatters. Bite marks, hunks missing out of his legs. He shouldn't be alive he knew, but what happened?

Slowly, he thought back to home, and the last places he'd been. The note came to mind, the trip over, then they'd been attacked. The faces...they weren't really faces.

When he left the river, he'd ran. As far from the city as he could get. He should of been dead. Someone had wanted him dead. And where was Coolio and Shank? Too tired to go on, he'd passed out for a few days. When he woke up, he was better than he should of been. That was the first night he'd blacked out and woke up somewhere he wasn't before.

He had been covered in blood then too. And when he emptied his stomach...that was no salad. After that, he realized his body was almost completely healed. He kept running.

Running fingers through his matted hair, Kaigen shook his head. Coolio had been the one who never blew his head. You never saw Cooly angry. Shank was the one who would bring a knife to a gun fight, and still come out on top. Digit brought a knife too...but for other reasons. They were with him. they were there. They should of protected him. And why the hell had his crew let him go? They were supposed to protect him. They were there. What the hell happened?

"And where the hell are you noooow!? Kaigen tilted his head back and screamed his agony for all the world to hear, but no one was listening, because nobody cared.

He was hungry, but after looking at that mess, he couldn't eat. Hadn't really ate for weeks. Couldn't find anything. Nothing to find. He wasn't about to stick his hands in no dumpster. His money was gone. His shoes were gone. His shirt was...hanging off of him in ribbons. He'd have to find another one. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be alive. He was alone and he hated it.

Kaigen pressed his back against the wall, tucking his head between his knees and just rocked. For the first time in his life, he was afraid. Truly afraid. King Kai, the gangster. The uniter of a Nation. The rock. The one who always had it together, was softly crying himself to sleep.

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