Tarou

Rentarou Midehoshi | 三手星 恋太郎

Age: 30-something
DOB: November 28th 198X
Gender: Xジェンダー | Agender
Any pronouns. Preference depends on age, eg: <25, he/him only; 25-35 any, but prefers in order of he/they/she; 35+ any, but perfers in order of she/they/he
Orientation: Pansexual
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 230 lbs

(for consistency sake, Tarou will be referred to as he/him throughout)

Early life:

Born in Kyushu Japan as the youngest of four, Tarou had three older sisters, the eldest being ten years his senior. His mother was a stay-at-home mom and his father was the average salaryman, his life was utterly mundane for the most part. When Tarou was about 8 years old, his father began to accrue a gambling debt that he would attempt to keep secret for another eight years until it came to a head. Yakuza goons came to his house and attempted to make his father pay back what was owed. Due to a moment of weakness, his father offered his wife and children as collateral to pay off his debt. When the thugs were just as disgusted by that action as Tarou, he developed a skewed sense of morality watching them give that man their own sense of justice. Within the following days, he attempted to drop out of school to formally join a gang family. From this day forward, Tarou would become upset at the notion that he resembled his father in any way, especially physically.

Early Yakuza career:

Trusted to be a drug peddler and a brute, Tarou didn't have much opposition and had a chance to let his ego inflate He quickly ascended the ranks and caught the eye of his clan's patriarch, who seemed to show him special attention. With such promise, he allowed himself far more leniency in his tasks under the logic that there wouldn't be anyone who would try to outwit him. His early twenties were filled with copious recreational drug use and risky sex in order to mask various identity issues, (namely, a burgeoning sexual identity crisis). During this time of questioning, cracks started to form on his near-perfect record, and one minor slip-up snowballed into an incident that had him face-to-face with his patriarch. The age old option: offer a finger, or something better. Not taking the threat seriously, Tarou shrugged it off, and ended that meeting with a fresh scar on his eyebrow, a broken nose, and some memories that keep him up late at night.

Late Yakuza career:

After his initial slip-up, he had earned the mistrust of his patriarch and was now walking on thin ice, even the smallest of mistakes on his end resulting in brutal physical punishment from higher-ups. A branch family keyed him in on possibly sending him overseas due to his ""proficient"" skill with the English language. By the end of the year, Tarou followed that thread all the way to a plane that took him to the United States, where he landed in New York. Now that he had the advantage of physical distance away from the master that had his leash in a choke hold, he slowly began to set the pieces together to completely get out. Perhaps a little too late, he realized that the Yakuza have a rather greedy and misguided sense of justice, and he wanted to build a new life as a civilian. Around this time in his newfound liberty, he felt safe exploring his gender identity as well. 

Current:

Working a day job as a tattoo artist and piercer, he has a side-hustle of sex work. What it specifically is, he won't exactly say unless you plan on helping bringing some income his way. He has a soft spot for people who are down on their luck for reasons outside their circumstance, but doesn't exactly help them in a way that's healthy. Indenturing these people seems to be all he knows.

Future:

A landlord, and a cunt supreme.