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If a person told you that there’s rules we all follow in the Rogue Isles… well, I’d probably find a coded message in the newspaper the next day asking me to kill them for spreading slander. There aren’t any rules here, only guidelines. Let me tell you, that’s a good thing. You don’t have to deal with slow bureaucratic bullshit like anywhere else in the world. Don’t let anybody else ever tell you different, that it’s good to have rules. For most of my life, that’s what people have been doing to me. Once I stopped listening to them and went on my own path, I started to feel better about myself. About the world, even.
I was born to parents I never knew. Yet, I’ve always known my entire life that they were heartless bastards. British, too. Why else would they just leave me in the woods of Japan like that? Gotta tell you, British. Anyhow, I was found by a poor man taking his wife on a hiking trip, and they brought me home to Kyoto, for the man’s wife was barren and they’d always wanted a son. I was raised like any other Japanese child, and they cared for me with great love, as if I was their miracle baby. On my fourteenth birthday I was taken to the sauna my father always frequented on Thursdays. We were led underground through some ancient tunnels in the sauna’s cellar to this dank, decrepit underground building. As clichéd as it may seem, my father and several other successful businessmen had taken up the art of the ninja, and they wanted to pass the art down to me. I really didn’t have a choice in the matter, so I agreed.
The order they’d formed was quite different from the ninjas of old. For one, I’m pretty sure that ninjas didn’t even have orders, that they worked on their own. Another thing is that they didn’t have as much reverence for their work as these guys did. Ninjas back then were no more expensive than the common thug to use, if I can remember correctly. They might’ve had ninjutsu. Probably couldn’t teleport, though.
So I was trained in all of this. The reverence, the flashy means of transportation, the stealth, the sword skills… when I was about nineteen years old I was done with my training. Afterwards I was mostly sent against the Tsoo. What’s that? You’re surprised? Don’t be such a dumbass, the Tsoo don’t just work in Paragon. They pretty much own the Yakuza, and every other facet of organized crime working in Japan. They direct all the shakedowns, all the drug trafficking, all the pain, all the suffering… We all hated them. Yet… the order could do nothing about them. They had corrupt officials up in the government, surrounding them with red tape.
The order was reluctant to have to deal with any threats to themselves. If they even tried to strike against the Tsoo, they’d have a bunch of cops up their asses. For all their honor and stories of striking against tyranny, they weren’t willing to stick out their necks to help the unfortunate. So they just stood back and watched as innocent people died, slowly unraveled themselves with hard drugs they’d gotten from Tsoo dealers. I was disgusted.
One night, after a nearby neighbor ended up “killing herself” by way of being thrown onto some train rails, this barrier within my mind just… snapped. I grabbed my gear, sneaked out of the house, and impaled a Tsoo Sorcerer in public. When the police started to chase me, I led them down a dark alley and massacred the lot of them. I was done worrying about tools of a corrupt government. It didn’t matter if they were corrupt or not, if they were just trying to do their job, they were being used.
This went on for a week. Every night I’d murder a few Tsoo, and then anybody who tried to catch me. The order quickly weeded me out. They tried to end the problem. Everyone except my father died. He didn’t think it’d be right to kill me. I honored him by allowing him to keep his life.
I left Japan, headed to the UK, left that place as soon as could speak English (goddamn British…). Headed to Paragon when I learned the Tsoo were there.
I waged a one man war against them, I did. Got to the point where the Tsoo started using hostages against me. Their two mistakes were holding the hostages against themselves as meat shields, and figuring that my sword wasn’t sharp enough to pierce clean through flesh. The hostages were all wastrels, fueling the Tsoo war against the innocent through their usage of the white rock. It was killing two birds with one stone. One sharp elongated stone.
The PPD are a bunch of fools. They couldn’t even see what I was doing. I was called a villain. A VILLAIN. What I was doing was no different than from their heroes. I was trying to protect the innocent. They placed me in the Zig, a huge prison. They could strip others of their powers in there, and they managed to take my sword, but they couldn’t take from me something that’d integrated itself into my own character, my ninjutsu. I ruled a small group of demon-worshipping gang members and sky pirates. Where others had want of certain very, very specific needs, I did just fine. Every day one of my men was able to attend to me anytime possible. Through them I struck at those in the Zig that had ties with the Tsoo. Oh yes, many an inmate died by their hands.
I was supposed to be in there until my body shriveled and my soul sought better refuge. Fate had other plans. Arachnos soldiers broke into the Zig, started ferrying out people through their helicopters that they found worthy and possible of being a “Destined One”. I beat a tool to death and retrieved my sword. I proceeded to prove myself worthy.
In a day I was in the Rogue Isles. I’ve been here for two years. For the first year I was on the street, but now that I’ve scraped enough cash together, I have a nice apartment in Cap au Diable. Everyday I risk my neck, killing someone… and everyday I gain from it. Pride, money, a new contact… whatever the reward is, it is great. This is how the world is, and it fits me like the most comfortable glove. Risk brings reward. The guidelines work like that. You can risk them, and, if you’re smart, the reward is great. Rules keep risk from happening. They keep a person from growing towards his full potential. Paragon City deliberately harms their people with their rules. I can’t allow this. Criminals fear me. The innocent do not go criminal in fear of me. The tools of the Freedom Phalanx, the Longbow Corps, they fear me. I’ve heard the fearful Longbow Guardian whisper my name in a sort of terrified awe to his partner upon coming upon two of their friends laid down in a pool of blood, moments before I plunged into his heart. I've seen the fear in his friend’s eyes moments before his head fell to the ground. Lord Recluse himself probably looks at me with amusement, glad that he’s brought me, the indomitable Hasaki, unable to be bent to anyone’s will, only offered a chance to be worked with, to the Rogue Islands to work with his Arachnos. Someday, I’ll go over there, to Paragon. I’ll be the one able to free their people. Trust me on it.
Special thanks to Munks for the name! MUNKS, when you need a vanilla kitty to be plain insane or evil, hire Munks! He works birthdays, bar mitzvahs, anniversaries, weddings, and funerals! Maybe even YOURS! : D
Let's see here...
The Tsoo, Paragon City, the Rogue Isles, Arachnos, Lord Recluse, the Freedom Phalanx, the Longbow Corps, the PPD, the Zig (aka Zigursky State Penitentiary) and the character Hasaki is based on, Bladed Orchid, © NCSoft. Anything else I forgot that belongs to NCSoft is pretty much © NCSoft.
Hasaki © me.
There is a special hint as to a feature of Hasaki. There's one in the copyright part of this, and one in the story. Tell me what you think it is and you may get some praise from me. : 3
If a person told you that there’s rules we all follow in the Rogue Isles… well, I’d probably find a coded message in the newspaper the next day asking me to kill them for spreading slander. There aren’t any rules here, only guidelines. Let me tell you, that’s a good thing. You don’t have to deal with slow bureaucratic bullshit like anywhere else in the world. Don’t let anybody else ever tell you different, that it’s good to have rules. For most of my life, that’s what people have been doing to me. Once I stopped listening to them and went on my own path, I started to feel better about myself. About the world, even.
I was born to parents I never knew. Yet, I’ve always known my entire life that they were heartless bastards. British, too. Why else would they just leave me in the woods of Japan like that? Gotta tell you, British. Anyhow, I was found by a poor man taking his wife on a hiking trip, and they brought me home to Kyoto, for the man’s wife was barren and they’d always wanted a son. I was raised like any other Japanese child, and they cared for me with great love, as if I was their miracle baby. On my fourteenth birthday I was taken to the sauna my father always frequented on Thursdays. We were led underground through some ancient tunnels in the sauna’s cellar to this dank, decrepit underground building. As clichéd as it may seem, my father and several other successful businessmen had taken up the art of the ninja, and they wanted to pass the art down to me. I really didn’t have a choice in the matter, so I agreed.
The order they’d formed was quite different from the ninjas of old. For one, I’m pretty sure that ninjas didn’t even have orders, that they worked on their own. Another thing is that they didn’t have as much reverence for their work as these guys did. Ninjas back then were no more expensive than the common thug to use, if I can remember correctly. They might’ve had ninjutsu. Probably couldn’t teleport, though.
So I was trained in all of this. The reverence, the flashy means of transportation, the stealth, the sword skills… when I was about nineteen years old I was done with my training. Afterwards I was mostly sent against the Tsoo. What’s that? You’re surprised? Don’t be such a dumbass, the Tsoo don’t just work in Paragon. They pretty much own the Yakuza, and every other facet of organized crime working in Japan. They direct all the shakedowns, all the drug trafficking, all the pain, all the suffering… We all hated them. Yet… the order could do nothing about them. They had corrupt officials up in the government, surrounding them with red tape.
The order was reluctant to have to deal with any threats to themselves. If they even tried to strike against the Tsoo, they’d have a bunch of cops up their asses. For all their honor and stories of striking against tyranny, they weren’t willing to stick out their necks to help the unfortunate. So they just stood back and watched as innocent people died, slowly unraveled themselves with hard drugs they’d gotten from Tsoo dealers. I was disgusted.
One night, after a nearby neighbor ended up “killing herself” by way of being thrown onto some train rails, this barrier within my mind just… snapped. I grabbed my gear, sneaked out of the house, and impaled a Tsoo Sorcerer in public. When the police started to chase me, I led them down a dark alley and massacred the lot of them. I was done worrying about tools of a corrupt government. It didn’t matter if they were corrupt or not, if they were just trying to do their job, they were being used.
This went on for a week. Every night I’d murder a few Tsoo, and then anybody who tried to catch me. The order quickly weeded me out. They tried to end the problem. Everyone except my father died. He didn’t think it’d be right to kill me. I honored him by allowing him to keep his life.
I left Japan, headed to the UK, left that place as soon as could speak English (goddamn British…). Headed to Paragon when I learned the Tsoo were there.
I waged a one man war against them, I did. Got to the point where the Tsoo started using hostages against me. Their two mistakes were holding the hostages against themselves as meat shields, and figuring that my sword wasn’t sharp enough to pierce clean through flesh. The hostages were all wastrels, fueling the Tsoo war against the innocent through their usage of the white rock. It was killing two birds with one stone. One sharp elongated stone.
The PPD are a bunch of fools. They couldn’t even see what I was doing. I was called a villain. A VILLAIN. What I was doing was no different than from their heroes. I was trying to protect the innocent. They placed me in the Zig, a huge prison. They could strip others of their powers in there, and they managed to take my sword, but they couldn’t take from me something that’d integrated itself into my own character, my ninjutsu. I ruled a small group of demon-worshipping gang members and sky pirates. Where others had want of certain very, very specific needs, I did just fine. Every day one of my men was able to attend to me anytime possible. Through them I struck at those in the Zig that had ties with the Tsoo. Oh yes, many an inmate died by their hands.
I was supposed to be in there until my body shriveled and my soul sought better refuge. Fate had other plans. Arachnos soldiers broke into the Zig, started ferrying out people through their helicopters that they found worthy and possible of being a “Destined One”. I beat a tool to death and retrieved my sword. I proceeded to prove myself worthy.
In a day I was in the Rogue Isles. I’ve been here for two years. For the first year I was on the street, but now that I’ve scraped enough cash together, I have a nice apartment in Cap au Diable. Everyday I risk my neck, killing someone… and everyday I gain from it. Pride, money, a new contact… whatever the reward is, it is great. This is how the world is, and it fits me like the most comfortable glove. Risk brings reward. The guidelines work like that. You can risk them, and, if you’re smart, the reward is great. Rules keep risk from happening. They keep a person from growing towards his full potential. Paragon City deliberately harms their people with their rules. I can’t allow this. Criminals fear me. The innocent do not go criminal in fear of me. The tools of the Freedom Phalanx, the Longbow Corps, they fear me. I’ve heard the fearful Longbow Guardian whisper my name in a sort of terrified awe to his partner upon coming upon two of their friends laid down in a pool of blood, moments before I plunged into his heart. I've seen the fear in his friend’s eyes moments before his head fell to the ground. Lord Recluse himself probably looks at me with amusement, glad that he’s brought me, the indomitable Hasaki, unable to be bent to anyone’s will, only offered a chance to be worked with, to the Rogue Islands to work with his Arachnos. Someday, I’ll go over there, to Paragon. I’ll be the one able to free their people. Trust me on it.
Special thanks to Munks for the name! MUNKS, when you need a vanilla kitty to be plain insane or evil, hire Munks! He works birthdays, bar mitzvahs, anniversaries, weddings, and funerals! Maybe even YOURS! : D
Let's see here...
The Tsoo, Paragon City, the Rogue Isles, Arachnos, Lord Recluse, the Freedom Phalanx, the Longbow Corps, the PPD, the Zig (aka Zigursky State Penitentiary) and the character Hasaki is based on, Bladed Orchid, © NCSoft. Anything else I forgot that belongs to NCSoft is pretty much © NCSoft.
Hasaki © me.
There is a special hint as to a feature of Hasaki. There's one in the copyright part of this, and one in the story. Tell me what you think it is and you may get some praise from me. : 3
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