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Character: Hidaka Ken
Series: Weiss Kreuz (Knight Hunters)
Character Age: 19
Canon: Weiss Kreuz is the story of four assassin florists and their adventures fighting psychics and crime lords (and the occasional tentacle monster) in seedy back alleys. Working for an organization named Kritiker, our heroes face the night to deny dark beasts their tomorrows. Part of their charm is their refusal to use guns or wear masks, and their tendencies to scream out each others' real names and fling their weapons at helicopters. But amidst the crayon-fires and googly-eyed animation is a cast of characters both distinctive and lovable.
Hidaka Ken is on the arguably "good" side of the story, a florist by day and an assassin (codename "Siberian") by night, a dead man in the eyes of the public after a gambling scandal that ruined his career. These days, Ken rides his motorcycle everywhere and coaches kiddie soccer when he isn't killing people. If it wasn't obvious, Ken is a bundle of contradictions. Despite being athletically talented, he is a klutz. Despite once being a famous J-league player, he is occasionally very shy. He's a hothead who rushes into things without a second thought, and lets his fists speak for him when his temper takes over.... but if you haven't pissed him off, Ken is sweet and friendly, a kind-hearted sentimentalist who trusts people far too easily, and whose morals often clash with his night job. The only constant is that he's a loyal friend, who would without hesitation sacrifice himself for his teammates.
Sample Entry: 4-17-2009, 1800: Field Assignment "Gefangenenlager"
Siberian reporting, begin transmission.
I'm now moving through the woods towards the main camp... I got here about two hours ago, mission location "CFUD: Center For Ultimate Degradation." I haven't been able to find any sort of headquarters or question any of the test subjects. The individual known as "The Director" hasn't shown herself, despite the neutralization of several genetically altered security guards. At least, I think they were genetically altered -- if not, they were very well trained, and give new meaning to the saying 'monkey suit.' Anyway, my new theory is that she has a secret base of operations, and I'll have to spend more time here to find it. I'm not excited about that, Kritiker. This place smells like the fertilizer we use on the corpse flower in the greenhouse.
Oh. There's a corpse, that explains that. These boots will never be the same. It looks like he's been out here about a week, but I can't tell what killed him. Poor guy, he must have been one of the test subjects, left out here all alone. Maybe if I roll him over I can get an ID and -- wake him up?!
St**... *ack! ....***st ..* wa***ni...
Kritiker, do you copy? Sorry about that, I got attacked! For a dead guy, he just wouldn't go down. I mean, people could say the same about me, but I was never actually decomposing. Maybe I'll look through the missing persons later and see if any bells ring besides the ones in my ears... he hit pretty hard. Where was I before this? Oh right, a secret base. Which of course, isn't on the map. Thanks for that -- I'm sorry to whoever did recon, but your maps are wrong. Very wrong. I just ran for what I thought was a tool shed and wound up in a huge, overly friendly rosebush that sprayed weird sticky pollen all over my face. ...twice. And here I thought my goggles would do nothing on this mission.
Whatever, this is getting long. Pending further orders, I've decided to infiltrate the facility as camp's new soccer coach. Someone here must have enough balls for a game or two, and it seems like a good cover for a summer camp, even if it is only spring. But. Uh. Please send backup? The only support I've got here is my jock strap.
Siberian out, end transmission.
Character: Hidaka Ken
Series: Weiss Kreuz (Knight Hunters)
Character Age: 19
Canon: Weiss Kreuz is the story of four assassin florists and their adventures fighting psychics and crime lords (and the occasional tentacle monster) in seedy back alleys. Working for an organization named Kritiker, our heroes face the night to deny dark beasts their tomorrows. Part of their charm is their refusal to use guns or wear masks, and their tendencies to scream out each others' real names and fling their weapons at helicopters. But amidst the crayon-fires and googly-eyed animation is a cast of characters both distinctive and lovable.
Hidaka Ken is on the arguably "good" side of the story, a florist by day and an assassin (codename "Siberian") by night, a dead man in the eyes of the public after a gambling scandal that ruined his career. These days, Ken rides his motorcycle everywhere and coaches kiddie soccer when he isn't killing people. If it wasn't obvious, Ken is a bundle of contradictions. Despite being athletically talented, he is a klutz. Despite once being a famous J-league player, he is occasionally very shy. He's a hothead who rushes into things without a second thought, and lets his fists speak for him when his temper takes over.... but if you haven't pissed him off, Ken is sweet and friendly, a kind-hearted sentimentalist who trusts people far too easily, and whose morals often clash with his night job. The only constant is that he's a loyal friend, who would without hesitation sacrifice himself for his teammates.
Sample Entry: 4-17-2009, 1800: Field Assignment "Gefangenenlager"
Siberian reporting, begin transmission.
I'm now moving through the woods towards the main camp... I got here about two hours ago, mission location "CFUD: Center For Ultimate Degradation." I haven't been able to find any sort of headquarters or question any of the test subjects. The individual known as "The Director" hasn't shown herself, despite the neutralization of several genetically altered security guards. At least, I think they were genetically altered -- if not, they were very well trained, and give new meaning to the saying 'monkey suit.' Anyway, my new theory is that she has a secret base of operations, and I'll have to spend more time here to find it. I'm not excited about that, Kritiker. This place smells like the fertilizer we use on the corpse flower in the greenhouse.
Oh. There's a corpse, that explains that. These boots will never be the same. It looks like he's been out here about a week, but I can't tell what killed him. Poor guy, he must have been one of the test subjects, left out here all alone. Maybe if I roll him over I can get an ID and -- wake him up?!
St**... *ack! ....***st ..* wa***ni...
Kritiker, do you copy? Sorry about that, I got attacked! For a dead guy, he just wouldn't go down. I mean, people could say the same about me, but I was never actually decomposing. Maybe I'll look through the missing persons later and see if any bells ring besides the ones in my ears... he hit pretty hard. Where was I before this? Oh right, a secret base. Which of course, isn't on the map. Thanks for that -- I'm sorry to whoever did recon, but your maps are wrong. Very wrong. I just ran for what I thought was a tool shed and wound up in a huge, overly friendly rosebush that sprayed weird sticky pollen all over my face. ...twice. And here I thought my goggles would do nothing on this mission.
Whatever, this is getting long. Pending further orders, I've decided to infiltrate the facility as camp's new soccer coach. Someone here must have enough balls for a game or two, and it seems like a good cover for a summer camp, even if it is only spring. But. Uh. Please send backup? The only support I've got here is my jock strap.
Siberian out, end transmission.