The streets, a harsh, unforgiving life if you aren't ready for them. But for those that are, the streets are a home, and the people alongside them, family.

This is the street life.

DA RULES

1. Go by the Subeta rules, Dude.
2. These streets are PG-13, gang
3. No one-liners. Be at least prepared to do a brief paragraph, if not longer. I appreciate more literate roleplayers.
4. Be active, but don't flood! It makes street life damp, y'know.
5. If you want to throw in a canon character from a street-related universe, like a Greaser or one of the GTA guys or a fighting game character, go on ahead!
6. Make sure your weapon is logical for the street. If it doesn't seem like a logical street weapon, it ain't.
7. No need to ask to join. Fill out the skelly, I'll accept as long as you don't seem too Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu.
8. In order to tell me that you've read the rules, tell me why six was really afraid of seven.
9. No Powerplaying or Godmoding 1o. Don't kill another character without permission.
10. You can have up to five characters.
11. Relationships can happen and are encouraged from time to time. I allow MxF, MxM, and FxF.
12. If you need to drop out of the RP, just tell me OOC.
13. Ask questions if needed; have fun.

Setting, yo It's modern times, the 2000s, in the port city of Shanghai, where street life is almost as common as the home life, and where you gotta fight to survive. This is the bad part of town, near the docks; old, closed-down brothels and bars line the streets in this area--these places instead are now where the street gangs make their hideouts, and where street youth often make their homes. There are a couple open air markets near the port, but the owners of them are quite vigilant; they don't want people making off with their wares.

Character Skeleton Full Name: Nickname: Age: (I recommend the character to be somewhere between 16 and 40.) Gender: Ethnic Origin: (Be it Chinese, European, African, possibly even a mix) Gang Affiliation: (Choose one of the following: Red Dragons, Portside Tigers, Jade Serpents, or Golden Coin Syndicate) Weapon(s) of Choice: (Keep 'em logical and street, yo. It could be that you're packin' heat, or maybe you like lashing people with a bike chain) Appearance: (Either type out the appearance or use a picture [preferrably anime/manga style]) Personality: (How do they act, yo?) History: (Why's your sucka out on the street?) Other: (Any other info)

Background This is the background of the four gangs:

1. Red Dragons -- This gang is one of the two gangs nearest the port. The original leader has long since died, and now the younger generation shares leadership. By far, they are the most civil, but still engage in street fighting and theft. Its main base is the Rising Dragon Brothel.
2. Portside Tigers -- This gang is the other gang nearest the port, and the rival of the Red Dragons. The leader is Tsun Fao. This gang is known for drug-running and street fighting.
3. Jade Serpents -- This gang is near the red-light-district, and makes its base in the Serpentine Secrets Brothel. There is no real hierarchy of leadership. This gang is by far the most violent, engaging in street fighting and random murders. Very anti-society.
4. Golden Coin Syndicate -- This gang is affiliated with the Triads. As such, their hierarchal system is very similar to the main Triad.

My Characters: Full Name: Tsun Fao Nickname: "Tung" Age: 38 Gender: Male Ethnic Origin: Chinese -- Han Gang Affiliation: Portside Tigers Weapon(s) of Choice: Brass knuckles Appearance: Tsun is average height, around 5'10. His hair is brownish black, with a few strands of gray here and there. His complexion is blotchy from his extensive drinking and smoking. He dresses in a black silk Tangzhuang jacket and black slacks, and almost always hides his eyes behind sunglasses because his eyes are somewhat light-sensitive. Personality: Tsun is a natural leader, but he prefers to be the quiet kind of leader who leads with actions rather than words, a belief instilled in him by the former Portside Tigers leader, Hao Xing. History: Tsun ran away from home after his father died in the mines near Huainan. He was taken in by Hao after arriving in Shanghai, nearly starved and injured. Other: Tsun is allergic to shellfish.

Full Name: Xin-Fei Uhedo Nickname: "Xin", "Crazy Cat Boy" (only members of the Red Dragons call him that) Age: 17 Gender: Male Ethnic Origin: half-Chinese, half-Irish (Chinese father, Irish mother.) Gang Affiliation: Red Dragons Weapon(s) of Choice: His bare fists Appearance: Xin is 5'9, kind of thin and wiry, more built for running than fighting. His hair is naturally red, except for the bangs, which are naturally blond, and his eyes are brownish-green, bordering on hazel. He dresses in old jeans that are frayed on the bottom of the legs, a t-shirt, and sneakers. Personality: Xin doesn't like to fight, but he does when it's needed. Like most of the Red Dragons, he's somewhat more socially-conscious and tries to help out when he can. He is highly attatched to his identical twin Matsuda, as Matsu is thought to be his only living relative. History: Xin and Matsu's parents were murdered by the rival drug lord of his father. As a result, Xin hates drugs. Other: Xin has two cats--Qi and Pao.

Full Name: Matsuda Uhedo Nicknames: "Matsu", "Kid" Age: 17 Gender: Male Ethnic Origin: Half-Chinese, half-Irish Gang Affiliation: Red Dragons Weapon(s) of Choice: A bicycle chain Appearance: Like Xin, Matsuda has red hair and blond bangs, brownish-green eyes, and a small, wiry build. He dresses in tattered jeans with holes in the knees and frayed pantlegs, and a t-shirt with a parrot on it, and sneakers. Personality: Matsu is the louder, wilder twin, and loves to fight, though, like Xin, he is very socially conscious, a value instilled in him through the Red dragons. He is very protective of his twin brother Xin. History: Xin and Matsu's parents were murdered by the rival drug lord of his father. As a result, Matsu has a hatred for drugs and drug-dealers. Other: Matsu likes to rehabilitate injured birds. He also has a pet sparrow named Kikiri.

ooc: good plot

Full Name: Claire Cartego Nickname: CC Age: 19 Gender: Female Ethnic Origin: Greek Gang Affiliation: Red Dragons Weapon(s) of Choice: Stilettos and a Colt Python Revolver 8", .357 Magnum. Appearance: Claire has an average build. She's not too big but she's not too small either. She stands at 5'6'' and weighing 150 pounds. Her black hair reaches the top of her butt and she keeps it braided with small knives woven into it so no one can grab her hair in a fight. Her bangs are a dark red color and cover her emerald green eyes. Usually, Claire wears ragged jeans with a gray t-shirt covered by an old army jacket and black nikes. There is a tattoo on the back of her neck of a Celtic raven tattoo. Personality: Claire is rather shy. She doesn't fight most of the time unless she is provoked. She doesn't enjoy drawing attention to herself so she stays on the down low but is deadly. History: Claire was born in Greece to Jane and Micheal Cartego. When she was young her father moved his family to Shanghai. Her father began making his life as a drug lord. She didn't agree with this at all and rebeled against her father when she was 16. Micheal shunned her from the family and threw her out onto the streets, refusing to take her back in. This is where she has made her life since then. Other: Highly enjoys music and playing with her dog Cottus.

((OOC: Accepted, can't wait for more people to join. I'd like a few more people before it starts.))

Ooc; Love the plot. It catches my admiration. By the way, six was truly afraid of seven because six is actually an over-sized cookie. And seven's addicted to cookies...

Full Name: Farore Noitani Nickname: It varies. People can call her whatever. Age: 19 Gender: Female Ethnic Origin: Purebred Russian Gang Affiliation: Portside Tigers Weapon(s) of Choice: Usually fights hand-to-hand combat, but she has a small stock of blades. Appearance: Farore's hair possesses a dark reddish hue. Wild and untamed, it cascades to her collar bone. Her large eyes contain a dark chocolate color. Her skin complexion is fairly tan. Farore is pretty short for her age. With a petite build, she stands at 5'2". But don't underestimate her because of her height. She has the broad muscles, and scars covering her body to prove that this small package packs a big punch. Her typical attire style consists of a regular T-shirt, gym shorts, and tennis shoes. She doesn't really prefer jeans. She feels they're uncomfortable, and don't give her enough flexibility in combat. She rarely changes her facial expression; Mostly a small frown while holding a rather melancholic appearance. Personality: Farore is a very cold, callous, dispassionate figure, and is rather aloof, brooding, and indifferent, willing to harm both her comrades and enemies should they ever get in her way. She refers to anyone she does not find interesting as "trash" and treats them as expendable. She claims she cannot believe in human emotions, which she refers to as the "heart", reasoning that if her eye cannot see them, then they do not exist. These words, and much of Farore's overall behavior, can lead one to assume that she is a firm believer in the concept of materialism. Her overall behavior towards his allies and enemies, as well as her apparently self-inflicted habit of stabbing people in the chest, may symbolize that fact. Her cold demeanor allows her to stay completely calm and in control in most situations, and she is not easy surprised or caught off-guard. However, she does not seem to comprehend the human trait of fighting against all odds or the very concept of a human heart/emotions. Farore is also highly perceptive, cunning, and analytical. She seems to be demanding as well. While she prefers not to dirty her hands, Farore is fully capable of committing truly abhorrent and inhumane actions without feeling any shred of remorse or hesitation. All though she's not the "friendliest" of people, she doesn't really enjoy fighting. She won't really engage in battle unless provoked, or thrown into the defense by a powerful opponent. History: Farore really didn't enjoy much of her childhood. She was often a defiant and rebellious figure. Tired of her actions, when she was fourteen, her parents sent her to boot camp, however, she managed to esaped, and any trace of her family has been unknown. She became interested in gang life, all though, she still remains a defiant figure, and doesn't really perform orders or tasks that are barked at her unless they serve an important purpose. Other: Farore is actually very athletic, and doesn't mind playing a sport or two in her spare time.

I'll join! Full Name: Logan Nickname: none Age: 16 Gender: male Ethnic Origin: Scottish Gang Affiliation: Red Dragons Weapon(s) of Choice: His amazing martial arts skills Appearance: Thin and athletic in build, yet very strong. About 5'9" and 150lbs. Shoulder length raven black hair that is rather messy. Brown eyes. He always wears black but normally he is wearing black cargo pants, a black T-shirt, and black boots. Personality: Logan rarely smiles and is very observant. He is aggresive and keeps to himself, but he has the ability to lead if he ever needed to, though he is very independent. History: Logan was born in Scotland at an orpanhage. In his early years he was feared by the other kids and the adults at the orphanage so much that the kids gave him there cookies and such and the adults always tried to get him adopted. He never was adopted. When he was 11 he left the orphanage and lived on the streets of Glasgow, Scotland. When he was 14 he stowed away on a ship sailing to China and studied under several anonaymous Martial Arts Masters for a while and is currently living with the Red Dragon gang.

((OOC: All accepted. We can start whenever you're all ready or wait for more.))

ooc: We could start and let others join afterwards, maybe.

Same. I forgot the 7 afraid of 6 thing. But it is because 7 is Logan and 6 is a small annoying child! Logan despises small children.

Ooc; Well, I'm ready whenever you all are.

Claire sat in the corner of a bar down the street and watched all of the people go by. She was waiting for something to happen so she could test out her stiletto because she had just sharpened it the night before. But...Claire didn't want to start anything. After an hour of sitting there she left and headed back towards the Rising Dragon Brothel. She got there moments before Matsu was jerked in the door. "Hm. What has the kid done now? She thought as she went to the back of the room and watched.

Shrugging, Claire took a peek at what Matsu had brought back and went upstairs to her room. Tonight was boring so far, the only other thing she had to do was clean her gun...for the second time this week. "Something new needs to happen around here..

She sat at a small table and blew the bangs out of her face causing her emerald eyes to glitter from the dim light in the room. Her bangs always got in the way but she didn't mind most of the time unless she was doing something like this..cleaning something that she needed.

OoC: Sounds like a good rpleplay, and not too crowded yet. 6 was really afraid of 7 because 7 had Mr. Bubbles nexxt to him, and that drill looks really sharp...

Full Name: Shinjirou Aragaki Nickname: Shinji Age: 18 Gender: Male Ethnic Origin: Japanese Gang Affiliation: Portside Tigers Weapon(s) of Choice: Carries around a switchblade, but also uses whatever happens to be lying around (pipes, chains, melee) Appearance: Here Personality: He somewhat keeps to himself, but if someone crosses them he glares them down first, giving them only one opportunity to change their mind before he strikes. History: Shinji lived almost his whole childhood in an orphanage in Japan with an old friend. He had been trying to get into a good school with his friend so they wouldn't have to stay at the orphanage when he was adopted, the family moving to Shanghai. Shinji turned bitter at the sudden separation of his lifetime friend and vented his rage by going out late, skipping school, doing drugs, and other such things. His 'family' soon disowned him for his behaviour and since then has been living the streets, trying to save up money to return home

((OOC: Works for me. I guess I'll get the ball rolling.))

Quick feet pounded the pavement of the Shanghai streets as a red-haired youth ran wildly, dropping several fruits from his armload as he ran from a screaming merchant.

"I said I'll pay you back when they start givin' street folk money!" A young man bellows before being tugged inside the Rising Dragon Brothel by an identical-looking young man.

"Matsuda, you're being reckless! You nearly got caught." Xin-Fei reprimanded his twin brother in plain sight of the other members of the Red Dragons.

Matsu heaved a sigh. "I ain't bein' reckless!"

Xin-Fei shook his head.

Near the docks, a sallow older man stood, pushing his sunglasses up slightly and moving a cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other with just his lips. This was the Portside Tigers leader, Tsun Fao, confirming his latest shipment of cocaine.

((OOC: Alright, accepted gamegirl. And I'll be at a family reunion for quite a bit of the day, so I won't be on for a while.))

Tsun heard the singing and glanced back. That larger female seemed unfamiliar, but she also seemed like a danger to his operation. If she ratted out the Portside Tigers' cocaine op, it was all over and he'd likely kiss his ass behind in jail.

In the Rising Dragon Brothel, Matsu sat at the main table, sighing as he bandaged the wing of his sparrow Kikiri.

"Sorry I let ya get hurt, Kikiri. Those Tigers went nuts during the last raid here. I frickin' hate them. But Soh always told us that revenge was a hollow path, so I listened to him."

Xin-Fei shook his head. "It wouldn't help us to raid those filthy Portside Tigers anyway. You know they're nothing but drug-runner scum. It's common knowledge in these parts, little brother."

"I'm the taller one you jerk!" Matsu growled, slamming his fist on the table before he stormed out. The docks were his path, and he was going to cause some real trouble if he found any of the Portside Tigers there in his current mood.

Along the edges of the docks, hidden within the shadows, a pair of suspiscious dark chocolate eyes watched Tsun Fao, studying him. They then darted over to the female, noticing the markings on her body. This led the other female to believe that she had just recently gotten out of a fight. Giving a slight sigh, and a roll of her eyes, the red-headed woman emerged from the shadows as she approached her leader, coming to a halt by his side, "Oih," She said in a way of greeting. Her expressionless face lifted, letting her dark eyes fall to gaze at the unknown female once more.

Farore gave a slight huff in disinterest, looking back down at Tsun Fao, "What shall we do? Fight her, run, or sit here like a couple of idiots?" She let the words roll off of her tongue in that familiar Russian accent. The last part of her question was merely a joke, though as always, with her, there was no sign of amusement.

Claire decided to leave again since nothing special was going on where that actually needed her. She stomped down the stairs and out of the Rising Dragon Brothel. Once outuside she went down an ally to cut across town. The bar that she was at before was her destination. When she came around the corner towards the docks, she stopped and pulled herself back into the ally.

All she saw was an old man and a woman standing side by side with another woman standing in front of them. She recognized them as gang members. Hmm. What do we have here? Claire stayed in the shadow of the building back aways from the docks. She wasn't getting into the middle of this, not with the bigger girl there. She didn't know here. Didn't know how she fights.

Shinjirou was standing with Tsun Fao on the docks, watching the shipments of cocaine come in. He was slouching a bit, his hands in his pockets as he glanced around boredly, watching the people working or carrying out their own business. Market owners who didn't trust you even if you had money, young punks prowling around their turf, the occasional straight person who'd taken a wrong turn and was desperately trying to get back to the city, or the street kids who had nowhere to go, no gang or family to return to. Shinjirou always found those ones amusing; they reminded him of himself when he was starting out.

He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "Looks like it's all here." he muttered. He'd only come with Tsun Fao in case he needed someone to help carry something or if someone decided to pick a fight or whatever. There wasn't much else for him to do at the moment.

Logan walked into the Rising Dragon Brothel whistling. He'd been here for about three months and the only differences from Scotland were the world of gangs, in Glasgow it had been everyman for himself. He was , as usual, bored to an extent that was dangerous. 'Looks like Matsu got some food' he thought leaning against one of the walls in the main room.

"We fight." Tsun Fao gave a slight grunt.

Matsu finally found his way to the docks, his eyes latching to the scene before him--members of the Portside Tigers that he'd know anywhere--and someone different. Maybe from another gang? He wasn't sure, though he'd heard of other gangs like the Jade Serpents.

"Hmph! Tiger scum!" Matsu growled before spitting to his left, as per his habit. "What are you doing? Getting drugs from other countries again?!"

Tsun Fao took a glance to the wiry teen, then scoffed before glancing to Shinjirou. "You can take out that brat, can't you?"

Xin-Fei slumped over the table some, glancing up. "Oi. Logan. Think I was too hard on my twin bro again?"

A small smirk grew on Shinjirou's face as he turned to look at the teen. "Yeah. He's small fry." he said, pulling one hand out of his pocket. In it was the hilt of a switchblade, polished black lined with silver. It was a good blade, one he'd stolen from one of the shops around the port, and it had seen its share of blood.

"Want me to gut this fish, 're just scare 'im off?" he asked Tsun Fao

"Why, are trying to provoke us?" Farore asked the female, hearing her statement. She gave a huff, "You know very well that a peice of trash such as yourself is defenseless against a trio. If you had the slightest bit of common since in that thick skull of yours, you'd be gone by now." The red-haired female crosses her arms, leaning against a post. She tossed a glance to Tsun Fao, awaiting any sort of instruction to possibly be given. Truthfully, she didn't much enjoy fighting. She was more of a theif, only fighting to defend herself. Very few people were able to actually provoke her to engage in battle. However, if she was thrown on defence by the female, she'd show no mercy, and waould teach the pathetic rogue a lesson.