The Beehive

Bee's Charries:

Taiaka Vin'Kai- [male]
(fantasy genre)

Kiki Amar- [female]
(cyberpunk genre)

Seyatte Ireyia- [female]
(high fantasy genre)

Name: Taiaka Vin'Kai [TAY-ah-kah Vink-eye]
Genre: Fantasy
RP: [none]

Race: Star Gazer- an exotic breed of shapeshifter.

Age: Looks to be in his mid 30's

At a Glance: His eyes are opaque and robin’s egg blue set shallowly on his features at a feline tilt. It offsets the thinness of his lips and the line of his jaw. He is a bit too thin; ribs like xylophones on either side of his slight frame, hip bones jutting in not so subtle cuts just above the length of his thighs. Long and lanky, his forearms boast a network of sour veins, his fingers like thin tobacco cigars with nails bitten to the quick. His thinness shows every breath his diaphragm takes, every sinew that stretches across his back; each step the balls in his ankles crack and v’s of calf muscle seem to draw up to his crotch, bypassing the lines on his thighs. His features are shrouded with marks of manhood; a scar runs along the bridge of his nose in chalky hues of impish pink. A kohl-stain mask mars the curves above his sloping cheekbones to touch his brows. Most striking though is the color of his skin: Matte and as black as a moonless night.

Hair: Black, very long, dreadlocked, decorated with bits of bone, glass, stone and feathers. His beard grows in odd stripes along the bottom of his chin; he does not shave it like that, it is simply how it grows. The rest of his body (minus armpits and places you'll never see) are nearly hairless.

Height: 6'3"

Build: Skinny but not emaciated, as tone as an animal, prone to gaining weight when in urban areas from 'comfort' food.

Distinguishing Marks:
Raised brands crawl over Taiaka's shoulders, chest and back in patterns designed from star constellations. They look as if they were once tattoos, but the ink was perfectly lifted away, leaving chalky gray lines on his black skin. They are extremely noticiable.

Clothing: He dresses in loose, darkly dyed kilts that ride low on his hips, cinched with contrasting gauzy cotton sashes that hang like battlements between his legs. He has a secret love of wool sweaters without sleeves and gloves that were once socks. He wears long clunky necklaces made of hemp or glossy copper adorned with stones of turquoise, coral or rosy quartz- things he finds.

Personality: Taiaka is a very mellow individual who hides behind a delicate smirk. His smiles seem to fade from his features without warning, but he hides his inflections as best he can; often he forgets that his eyes show more than he wants. He is loyal to a flaw but possesses an air of animalistic solidarity which he cannot seem to avoid. To women he is seen as virile and unique, to men, unassuming and aloof. He laughs easily and judges the countenance of others with a kind indifference. Many times, people think he is hiding thoughts or feelings, or they accuse him of being flippant and sarcastic when in fact he is just being honest. He has a bad tendency to point out the obvious and speak bluntly about subjects he is knowledgeable about. When he is angry, it is plainly displayed, when he is sad, he cries. He does not hold back his emotions and it has gotten him in trouble in the past.

Speech: Taiaka has a pronounced 'tropical' accent. ((think Jamaician...this gets cumbersome to write during dialogue so I assume you know so I don't drive you crazy.)) [ooman=woman]

Misc: The stars are his gods and his primative cultural beliefs are simply extended analogies- the explanations given by a people too isolated to be influenced by the religions of the world. The zodiac signs guide his moods (perhaps nothing more than self fufilling prophecies) and, when alone, he often speaks to the dead. Taiaka is the misguided voodoo child of occult stories. He is my gris-gris bag and my lucky chicken bone. Shamanistic and wild, the ways of man find him wanting.

Real Name: Kyoko Tanaka Amar
Nickname: KiKi
WorldSoul/Matrix Handle: Spin-Tek
Genre: Cyberpunk
RP: [none]

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Age: 22

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 130 lbs

Hair Color: Naturally black, currently cotton candy pink.

Hair Style: Usually pigtails or something equally as obnoxious.

Hair Length: Long, to the middle of her back.

Eye Color: Naturally brown, currently light green.

Lineage: Japanese

Family:
David Tanaka- Father, residing in Tokyo, Japan.
Damu “Chappy” Narayuki- Bodyguard

Markings: A tattoo of a little red heart with the name “Qui” written inside of it; on her left ankle. Appendectomy scar, traditional peacock and koi shoulder/back piece (tattoo, right side).

Dominant Hand: Right

Magic: None

Primary Weapon(s):

Lock: Bio-grip Crimson Trace laser sighted Colt model 1903 “Pocket Hammer” .38 ACP (with a fuzzy pink kitten painted on the slide)…with extended clip and AP rounds.

Stock: Same as above except with a fuzzy blue kitten on the slide instead.

Barrel: Remington 870MCS (Modular Combat Shotgun) in 18"-barrel Patrol shotgun configuration, with tactical buttstock and Smartlink.

Secondary Weapon(s): Her cuteness

Cyberwear: Wireless Capricorn Soul interface [datajack], Spectral Raze optical implants, internal subdermal com hub w/ HUD and smartlink.

Clothing: Neon mini-skirts, plaid skirts, blazers with sailor-suit, baggy athletic wear, Neo-Gap, Tommy Orcfiger, plastic raincoats in different colors, lollipops, cowboy hats, platform boots, black nail polish, baggy, baggy white socks, vintage baseball/football jerseys and expensive furs.

Odds & Ends: A box turtle named Don Pepe, a pink 760 Maxi Hyperwere wireless multi hack deck, the Beast (a black Audi SUV with various augmentations, Koi Pond sushi bar and lounge (downtown Newark in the lobby of the Black Lotus Hotel).

Advantages: A nice ass and good aim.

Disadvantages: Her sweet tooth and temper.

Hobbies: Slumber parties, drive-bys, dancing, spending money, pissing off my father, making out with Qui in public, genetic engineering, nanotechnology, poetry, street racing, cooking, shooting cops, stickers, coloring books and Aikido.

Likes: Don Pepe, rock music, unicorns, Indian food, cats, the color pink, feathers, photo booths at carnivals, snow ball fights, boneless ribs smothered in BBQ sauce, wax lips, manicures, and candles.

Dislikes: Brazilian waxes, bananas, beer, Kalifornians, splinters, mosquitoes, taxis, designer imposter jeans, kidney beans, lightning and sand storms.

Brief History: Kyoko grew up in Northern Japan’s Hokkaido’s province with her father and evil stepmother. Her biological mother died when she was born so her only memories of the woman come from the holopixs in her dad’s office. She was spoiled rotten by her father, David Tanaka, a successful CEO of Black Lotus cooperation. Yet, David’s most lucrative investment was being the front man of the Tanaka family’s Yakuza involvement. David got in on the bottom floor and floated some poignant inside trading information to the right people, thus ensuring their family’s honor…and wealth.

Kyoko grew up around chrome plated mobsters and had become quite their little mascot by the time she was 7. She would clean their guns while they all sat around drinking sake and talking shop, to her father’s incontestable dismay. He had plans for her to go to college, and to make something of herself; he often mentioned that she should become a fashion designer and go to Paris. She consistently turned her nose up at his proposals, more interested in business that included more bullets and less stuck up models.

By the time she was a freshman in high school, Kyoko was already balancing the books for Chaps (the bleached street sam from Tokyo), and engaging in small racketeering endeavors involving candy and large white vans; then there was the dog racing fiasco, and her tendency to shoplift. But her father kept her criminal record clean, having all the charges dropped before they ever handcuffed her. She had made up her mind that one day the Tanaka family’s reputation and honor would be in her hands, and she would make her daddy proud when she did take over for him.

When she was 16 she dropped out of school and bought a ticket to the U.C.A.S. She touched down in Newark flanked by Chaps, her newly appointed bodyguard. Her father knew she was going, after all she used his credstick, and he was furious that she had left. She knew he would get over it, daddy’s little girl could get away (quite literally) with murder. David kept Kyoko’s pockets full and she, in turn, spent it on such things as sub dermal implants, warehouses, candy, and her very first fixed-wing ‘Wasp’.

She had carved out a nice little niche for herself in no time, building a gang of thugs that roamed the streets of New Jersey while she crunched the numbers up in her black lacquer and gold office. There were many large, reputable operations that were chomping at the bit the get in good with the Yakuza; the daughter of a mainland boss was too good to pass up.

Misc: Kiki is my ultraviolent sociopath. Easy on the eyes but packing heat, she looks too young and obnoxious to be a threat. A bit of a brat, often uncaring of other's feelings or well-being, Kiki has a dominating personality one would expect from a spoiled Yak princess. RPs with this charrie are mexican roadhouse dirty...not sexual, just spontanious.