[Scallop] Goya Masanori {Yakuza}

General Information

Name: Goya Masanori

Alias: Nori, Baboon

Age: 30

Origin Game: Yakuza

Homeland: The City

Faction:  Omega; Mishima Zaibatsu

Gend⁰er: Male

History: Haven? The fact that the rat maze known as the City was once known as such was always a hilarious joke to Masanori. Nimbasa being his true origin, he was born to a hostess and a man of science. Upon learning of his birth, his father cut off all ties with the hostess, accusing her of having the child just to make him leave his wife. As such she never saw him again and he forsake his child to return to his life at the Process.

Masanori never cared for his father, or blamed him for leaving. He did what he had to do and growing up he respected him for it. But he was a child. He did not deserve the fallout from his mother. And so a fire began burning in him, deep in his soul. A fire that told him he would never let another soul be as neglected as he himself was. His mother enrolled him into the cheapest local school in Nimbasa, forcing her son to go alone and leading to many joking that he was just an orphan who had snuck in due to his drab clothes and lack of education before school. The frustration of lagging behind and the way people averted their eyes, angered him. So of course he had something to prove.

The young boy grew and learned, quickly becoming quite popular with those around him for his quick wit and cunning, despite not doing well academically, he always knew ways to get around the systems and succeed with his own unique form of smarts. Growing up, he developed a distaste for those who walked the same halls as he did, but received more respect and fear simply because of the family they were born into. Too often did he see his friends persecuted for not having connections to those who ran the City. In his opinion, if they wanted respect they would have to prove it, not just gain it by sheer happenstance.

This mindframe persisted in the boy as he matured, dropping out of high school at sixteen to pursue handling business himself. Moving into a rundown flat in Nimbasa by himself, he started running operations from there, forming a tight knit gang of likeminded individuals dedicated to ensuring the small businesses they loved would continue to thrive. During this time, he requested a protection tax, out of necessity so they could fund themselves. Very quickly, him and his gang were in their twenties and had cut themselves a nice piece of the cake, having entered the arms dealing trade after a few expeditions to the Warzone.

Everything was going well for Masanori, except one thing. He desired family. Whilst his gang were his family, he knew he wanted something more intimate. Whilst he was a criminal, he never killed anyone that wasn't already involved. And as they grew, he did end up killing a couple members of C-Sec, but they were C-Sec, they weren't innocent. Eventually he purchased himself a nightclub, the Deep Fry, and that became his base of operations as they became a more sophisticated group.

That was until, Omega came to collect.

At some point, he must have stepped on someone's toes, or one of his guys had ripped off a higher up. He had always known about Omega, and he'd done his best to avoid them. It was the Assembly that he truly despised. Omega he had respect for. But someone had slipped up, and they were in hot water.

Nori was too busy greeting customers and cutting deals in the backroom when one of his guys rushed in, covered in blood and near death, gasping to Nori about the masked man that had come to collect. Nori ran to confront him, only to find almost every single member of his gang had been slaughtered. To this day, he won't talk about the name of the gang, as in his eyes that was his biggest mistake. He marched them off to death, and he walked away unscathed. Unscathed, for a moment. Rage hijacked him, rational thinking was discarded as he derailed. After a brief crusade through the streets, he discovered the name of their killer.

Vega.

The name alone caused the deep rage of his turn blood red as he finally had a lead. It didn't take long before he found the man, and confronted him head on with everything he had. The claw wielding assassin was much more agile and calculating than him, but he persevered, letting just pure force drive him forward as he careened into the masked man. The fight was long and bloody, but Masanori knew what he was doing. He had already eliminated and scared off most of Vega's personal operation and during the fight had compromised and ruined a shipment of narcotics that was worth around a thousand credits.

When Vega realised what had happened, he looked at the man he had perceived as a thug. And the man smirked back.

FWSH

It happened fast. Way too fast. Cold steel contrasting with the hot rush of blood. Vega's mask suddenly painted red with blood as he lunged forward in a dramatic finish. Masanori looked down and watched as his arm hit the floor, severed right down to the shoulder. Adrenaline pumped through and his free hand came forward into a nasty hook, smashing through Vega's mask and cracking his jawbone as the so-called Yakuza fell back, blood spraying from his stump as he hastily injected himself with any drugs he could find to dull the pain and stop the bleeding.

Home.

He had to get home.

His eyes were bleary, the journey home a blur before he passed out in the rundown hallway, vulnerable to the riff raff that roamed the night. But, it seems the riff raff were too busy that night.

Waking up, a bright light assaulted him like he was under inspection. The bed, was just like any other. But his arm, it was different. It took him a moment before he remembered what happened. Oh shit. That arm wasn't made of flesh anymore. The astonished man lifted his shiny grey hand and winced. He was moving those fingers. He was moving the arm. This wasn't his arm  yet it felt like he was wearing a very stiff glove. This was a miracle.

The miracle, was in fact named David Sarif.

He had happened upon the bleeding out Yakuza on the side of the street and in a moment of pure instinct, took it upon himself to repair him. He installed his cybernetic arm and as a bonus used this opportunity for some tinkering, knowing this man was a criminal he would not be sued for this. Soon Sarif came and explained everything to Masanori, apologising for his decision to give him a cybernetic arm, let alone equip it with a plasma rifle function. During his stay, Masanori learned a lot about Sarif's budding company and his ambition. This generosity, it reminded him that there were people out there who he could protect and fund with his enterprises. But something irked him. There was still an imbalance within him, and with that bastard Vega.

After a day worth of arguments and deliberation, Sarif safely and carefully amputated his remaining arm and fitted him with a matching arm, this time installing a reinforced alloy blade within it to allow Masanori both Pomp and Circumstance. The budding gangster was grateful to the engineer and gave him his eternal thanks but he had to return to his club and make sure his gang wasn't completely obliterated.

They parted ways, yet kept in touch, David always being a point of contact for him. As a result he often found himself reuniting for repairs and whenever David had a problem, he would strive to solve it his own way first. David is definitely a friend in his eyes, but he knows that their lives aren't able to cross over too often.

Alas, he had bigger fish to fry.

He licked his wounds,  ensured the remnants of his gang were taken care of and marched back to Vega's base, ready to finish what he started. However, what he found was a much different beginning. The tornado of anger burst in, finding himself before Vega, who was on his knees. Bleeding.

Before him was a bespectacled man in a finely cut suit, wielding a sledgehammer like it was nothing. His visage screwed up upon seeing the gangster and marched over to him. Daisuke Kuze laughed at him, more to the fact he was laughing at Vega. The gruff lieutenant of the Mishima Zaibatsu barked his mockery at Vega that some shrimp like this would ruin his reputation before he began his inquisition on Nori.

Who do you work for? What do you want? Who are you?

It was all a blur to Nori, in that instant he locked eyes with the legendary yakuza and simply said.

"I'm here to kick this guys ass."

The punch that followed felt deserved. Kuze reminded him of his place before barking orders, making his men remove the disappointment that was Vega. Before Nori knew it, his collar was grabbed and he was lifted off his feet. The gruffer,  older, more experienced Yakuza commended him for his efforts but declared him a snot nosed brat. But, he had an offer. He had potential, now it was time to see if he could harness it.

Under the tutelage of the legend that was Kuze, Goya Masanori straightened himself out, learning how to present himself legitimately and handle himself in public. He dressed better, he handled the heat more efficiently and presented himself as an upstanding member of society, finding himself a nice slice of the pie to hide his illegitimate dealings. Nori funded a few friends of his that were hoping to start legitimate businesses, on the agreement he was allowed to use their stores as places to funnel his money and he would take a nice 5% each fiscal year. Continuing his arms dealing was a treat whilst he found himself more focused on the big picture, actually tearing this government down and protecting the little people from the stench of corporate greed.

Kuze kept these aspirations in line and presented him to Heihachi who accepted him as a member. Nori was thrilled to be in the presence of legends such as them, and became a loyal member of Mishima Zaibatsu. Crime continued, whilst he would sometimes even handle other criminals who were doing things he didn't approve of, drug dealing to kids and animal fighting. Still remaining as the owner of his club the Deep Fry, he's remained as a loyal member of Omega. But he's always had strong aspirations for something else.

Drive: To live in a city that serves the people, not the other way round.

Visuals

Image:

Visual Appearance: Masanori is a pretty beefy man, well built but not cartoonishly muscular but toned in all the right places that tells anyone who glances him he's someone to look out for. His legs are surprisingly not as muscular as one would expect but are also extremely toned and he has very impressive thick powerful thighs. He stands at exactly six feet but he sometimes wears heeled boots that extend this. His face is that of a gangster, scarred yet handsome, this slick smile always on his lips and his cheeks are pretty chiselled even if they are slightly scarred. He has one scar right over his eye which gives him that scary look that betrays his true demeanour. His short black hair is often slicked back like a greaser with a few strands gracing his forehead, whilst he has a stubble goatee on his chin.

On his back, Masanori has a tattoo depicting a baboon surrounded in what appears to be hellfire with snakes coiling around the outline. The Babboon has a grin on its face which matches his own.

Clothing/Armor: Masanori is always seen sporting the latest looks, always one to keep up with trends and push the idea of the slick entrepreneur. His body is always adorned by slim tailor cut suits with matching trousers, steel tipped shoes and always clean. He has an assortment of patterned shirts, his favourite being a black and gold one that shows off his chest a little. He also wears orange tinted sunglasses a lot when conducting busines.

Personality 

Goya Masanori is something of an enigma to his fellow criminals. Brutal and intimidating, when he wants something from his subordinates he gets it, always quick to dish out threats and if anyone questions him or attempts to undermine him, they'll see his fist clench. He never actually punches his crew but they know he could destroy them if he wanted. Yet he is a jolly and endearing man, always happy to do business with whoever is willing and will act like he has been old friends even after meeting someone once. Anyone who seems chill to him, they can be his buddy. But through his laughter and generosity, there is always this commanding presence ready to strike.

Masanori has high ambitions. He detests the Process and the Assembly beyond that. The only people he trusts are the ones he considers his true friends and those who he understands. He couldn't give a shit about the other members of Omega but he plays nice and he can get along with them, but he is all too aware that he is a small fish in a big pond. Whilst he desires change, he would never be stupid enough to point the gun at himself. He adores what the City stands for, believing in doing what you want when you want, he loves nothing more than someone scrappy with something to prove. To him, that's what makes you real.

Beyond his gangster lifestyle, the truth is he has a soft side. One of his true desires is to settle down with someone who will be with him for just him. This doesn't just mean romantically, he just wants to find those in life who he can connect with and truly hang out and experience life with. He also adores food of all kinds, himself trained as a chef to the point he makes home cooked meals for himself and the employees of the club every day. He also enjoys musical idols to the point where he abandons work to go see live performances.

Weapons/Items

The Beatdown Twins: After his rampage brought him to fighting the powerhouse that was Vega, Nori had to be repaired and during that process was fitted with his two cybernetic arms that he has come to love and adore. Whilst he still suffers some level of discomfort with them, he has come to work them into his fighting style and learnt the best ways to use them in tandem with each other.

His left arm is fitted with a plasma rifle, giving him the ability to clench his fist and a small barrel will protrude, clenching again will fire it like one would firing a normal rifle. The plasma cells he loads into it have the ability to melt through metal but the accuracy with the arm isn't the best.
His right arm is fitted with a reinforced alloy blade that can be retracted upon thought command. The blade can cut through metal like it was nothing as well but will get lodged into harder materials like concrete or obsidian.

Abilities/Powers:

Brawler: Over the years, the Yakuza always found himself training himself through experience. As such, he developed his own fighting style that is a modge podge of different styles he has witnessed and clashed with in the past. This has culminated in a very head strong style that relies on flurries of action and strong wild attacks designed to overwhelm his opponents. His style also relies on being able to quickly bring his arms back as a defense, his body moving fast enough that he can act as defense and offense at the same time by always pushing himself to the limit.