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Rogues from a nightmare

we burgle with great care

Created on 2008-01-27 07:10:28 (#14771860), last updated 2008-12-31

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Basic Info

Name:	Moriko Kuronue
Birthdate:	05-01

Bio

General Info

Name: Moriko Kuronue
Age: 22
Size: 6'4", 168 lbs
Occupation: Thief, rogue, troublemaker
Grade: 2nd Year
Abode: [DORM]
Race/Ethnicity: Japanese-American
Sexuality: Bi, with a strong preference for anything pretty, men included

Favorites

Food: Fruit, shrimp, hamburgers, pizza, salad, alcohol
Drink: Pepsi, Whiskey, 7-Up
Color: Blue
Music: Celtic, Rock, anything that strikes his fancy
Song: “The Bandit Song” by Wylde Nept | "Girls, Girls, Girls" by Motley Crue

History

Kuronue was raised in San Francisco, by his mother, a single parent. His father was gone; Kuronue was never told if had actually died or was simply dodging taking care of his child and girlfriend. It's a wonder he wasn't taken by CPS, with how neglectful his mother could be at times. She meant well (as she would say more often than not), but there was little money and the woman never seemed to get over his father. She remarked often that Kuronue looked a great deal like his father, and rather than her assuming the role of parent, it was Kuronue instead who took care of her. He would wake her up to take him to school, and remind her to go to work, or hunt for a new job in the event that she was fired. The boy grew up on secondhand items, his mother doing her best with her son. They had little money but she did...love him. If in a distant way that had him looking after himself most nights. Making his own dinner, tucking himself in. She simply wasn't...ready to handle the burden of a child without a father or the social stigma attached to such a problem.

She was a proud woman though, despite their poverty, and would rather live alone with her burden than return to her parent's home and admit that she had been wrong. Kuronue was a glaring reminder to everyone of her mistake, as time went on, growing up more and more like his father. He only met his grandparents once in his childhood, and they made it clear in their own way that they disapproved of him.

The only thing that Kuronue had that was of any significant value as a child was a gold pendant inset with a large, smooth ruby. An antique item that certainly wasn't appropriate for a child...but he loved it all the more for that. Supposedly, it was the only token they had of his father. Kuronue treasured it above anything else, and luckily no one ever thought to try and take the trinket from him.

From junior high onwards Kuronue was in and out of trouble, time spent with friends on both sides of the line keeping his life interesting (if nothing else). His grades slipped and his interest in mayhem grew and his mother's interest dwindled even more. Shoplifting at first, moving into petty burglary. Some would say it was a cry for attention, and perhaps on some level it was. But even more, beyond that, beyond bettering his life through ill-gotten gains, it was about the rush. Kuronue was smart though; he preferred working with a partner, his best friend at the time. But things did go wrong one day, during a heist with his friend when he was about fourteen. The two managed to get to an escape through a downstairs window, but Kuronue dropped his pendant (well known and easily distinguished as his). He turned back to get it, and from there it was only a matter of moments before he was apprehended by the officials. Unwilling to rat out his accomplice, he took the fall alone. Kuronue was taken away and sent to Juvenile Detention, and was released just shy of his 17th birthday. Returning to his bereaved mother, he was placed back in public school and to her faint pride was eventually offered a scholarship into college for his improved grades and athletic abilities. He accepted it, knowing he needed some form of "wiping the slate clean" even if he had no intentions of leaving "the life" behind just yet.

The Bandit Song

Oh I am a rover, I roam the land over,
and Ill never settle until I get caught,
From village to township, my sword hangs at my hip,
and youll never catch me, Ill always be sought.

We hold the highways and we hold the hills,
steal you silver make off your tills,
Call down your kings men we quicken our pace,
drive hard for the forest- we live for the chase!

A knave so beguiling, that while youre still smiling
Before you know it, Ive got all your gold.
And I am so dashing, Ill escape the thrashing,
So damnably vexing, Ill live till Im old!

We have the forest and we have the moors,
Rustle your cattle and take what is yours
Call the high sheriff we couldnt care less
Torture us gladly, well never confess

No you cannot beat me, nor ever defeat me,
I am but a sinner, and I have no shame
To steal all that glimmers, purloin all that shimmers
To nab it and grab it thats our favorite game

We hold the alley and we hold the night,
were always ready and willing to fight.
Put all your money right here in this sack,
Just do as we say, theres a knife at your back!

Ah we are hellacious, our greed is voracious
No one is save above our plans and schemes
Rogues from a nightmare, we burgle with great care,
And if you can hear this, weve stolen your dreams

We rule the backlands and we know the wastes
Sneak into the village and ride off in haste
We rob and plunder and sunder and kill
We wreck and we ruin and threaten with skill

Yes, were here to scare you, to trap and ensnare you
Rakish young devils, we scoff at the law
Remarkably daring, our nostrils a-flaring,
Make with your chattel our plans have no flaw

Well take the booty and well take the loot,
We all have daggers concealed in our boot.
Call the kings horses and call the lawmen
Well just evade them again and again

Yes, we are all blackguards, raise up all the tankards
And drink to the wild ways that led us astray
Sometimes we are charming but most times; alarming!
Dont ever forget us, or be our next pray.

We hide in shadows and hide behind trees
We prove that there is no honor mong thieves
Well count up the gain and youll count up the loss
Where is thy dagger? In your gullet boss.

So conclusion, we thrive on illusion
Were all in collusion, keep secrets or die
We all conspire around the campfire
Make plans to go straight, of course,
Id never lie

OOC Information

Portrayed By: Aoi of The GazettE
Mun Journal:

silver_foxglove
Community:

mishima_miasma
IC Screename: A SnowWhite Crow

If you have any questions//comments//feedback for me on how I play Moriko Kuronue, please see this post: Moriko Kuronue This is open only to people who are a part of the game Mishima Miasma.