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Name: Crowley
Age: Old enough to know better, young enough not to care
AIM/Email:pinkhairedprince/fangteddy@hotmail.com
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Character Info -
Name: Ichimaru Gin
Age: 25
Portrayed By: Chris Lowell

College, Job, or Both: Harvard Law-Class of 2005,Former Lawyer turned Political Assistant/Adviser

Hobbies/Extracurricular Activities: Collecting vintage LPs of rock dating from the 60s to the mid 80s, growing orchids, casual dating, rugby, collecting butterflies

Brief History: Nothing is known about Gin’s origins, only that at the age of seven he was welcomed into the family of a Brooklyn orphanage as a gift to the head, to do with as he pleased. The request had been for a boy, slight of build, preferably blonde, and silent. Ever so important was silence.

In the underworld it is advantageous to have one’s fingers in all manner of pies, even the most depraved. The mafia in the area trafficked in human flesh; slaves mostly, and those not to the taste of the clientele had their internal organs donated to the cause. A most lucrative business was the buying and selling of small children to wealthy social pedophiles both at home and abroad. And where better to procure children than from the ranks of the unwanted. Orphanages.
Of course, tit for tat, in order to be persuaded to look the other way, owners of these orphanages had to be gifted according to their own needs.

Gin was such a gift. A late speaker, no one had known him to ever string more than perhaps 10 words together. And he never cried out, regardless of what was done to his person.

The children did no accept him. His unnatural silence unnerved them. Often he was seen in the presence of shady adults, and was often disciplined for mutilating birds and drawing disturbing images in their blood. A couple of the more upstart children and even some of the adults claimed he spoke to them, threatening unspeakable horrors.
For a long time he was alone with his suffering until one night another child found him crying quietly in the corner of the bottom of the stairwell. This child was Rangiku Matsumoto. In her presence he found the only comfort he had ever known. If he did not allow himself to be found alone at night, and instead slept curled up with her, it was harder for the abuse to happen without anyone knowing, and the last thing the head wanted was a scandal.

So things went well. The two children spent all waking hours together, Matsumoto not knowing that Gin was only using her friendship to shield himself. Until a night when both were into their teens. Matsumoto was detained after classes for discipline, while Gin was escorted away. In their short time apart something horrible happened.
No one could ever say what it was because the only witness was found dead inside his office with a “red smile”. Gin was gone, vanished into the surrounding city.

He reappeared on the radar in Trenton, NJ were he was picked up by a young boy named Aizen Sousuke. After much pleading, the family of the boy adopted Gin and the two became thick as thieves. Granted a new start Gin focused everything he had on networking through schoolwork. Sports teams and student politics were the best way to get oneself noticed. And together Aizen and Gin rose unmatched in the political arena.

However, where Aizen always seemed to play fair, nothing seemed to be beneath Gin, from rumor mongering to greasing palms. All done with a smile that gave even the teachers the screaming mimis. And through all of this he remained in the background, allowing Aizen to be the front man, taking instead roles as Treasurer, PR, or Vice President.

What proved the most disturbing about Gin was his innate ability to simply fade into the background and remain there unnoticed until it was his time to strike. Never the most popular, but always fluttering around the right social circles, he seemed to have his fingers in all the important pies. And though he was able to collect veritable dossiers on his opponents, his own slate remained conspicuously empty.

After high school, Gin and Aizen parted ways. Aizen moved to the west coast, and Gin stayed on the east attending Harvard Law and going on to work for a few years in a prestigious firm on Wallstreet. However, casual ties to recreational drug use outside of work caused him to have to uproot. Learning that his former classmate and friend was in San Francisco in prime political seat, Gin redirected himself and began applying his skills in the political arena.

As always Gin remains in the shadow, aiding, assisting, and taking care of Aizen’s more esoteric interests.

Role-playing Sample: The cocaine was premium grade, he doubted very much that the street thug who’d sold it to him knew how badly he’d been cheated out of a higher profit. Pity he was doing lines of it off a pocket mirror perched on the back of a toilet that hadn’t seen a scrub brush’s bristles in the entirety of it’s sad miserable, hops laced puke stained life, but this little hole in the wall was were most of the young guns of the city’s yakuza speed gangs and mafia hung out. It was also where the drug trafficking threads all ran together in an orgasm of thrashing bodies, free flowing booze, and too much sex.

He rubbed his nostrils absently to get rid of the tingling burn that always lingered after a hit. The high produced by snorting wasn’t nearly as fast as smoking free-base cocaine, which he preferred, but he wasn’t out to get hammered, just pleasantly buzzed. He had business to attend to tonight and he always found it easier to do deals with the lowlifes if he numbed himself to the point of not caring. Otherwise, well, otherwise his latent sociopathic tendencies might cause him to lash out against their banality.

Someone pounding on the door and screaming obscenities stirred him from his minute reverie. Gathering up his mirror, razor blade, and rolled bill, he slid back the bolt and opened the door. Six feet of studded leather biker stared down at him.

“Move you fucking corporate faggot.”
“If you’d kindly step aside I would be more than happy to vacate the premises in the quickest fashion possible.” Gin replied, smiling, but not meaning it.
The man before him did not budge.
“I said move, you cock sucking mother fucker.” A meaty hand closed around the lapel of Gin’s otherwise immaculate pin striped Armani suit. Internally a safe guard clicked off.
“I’ll thank you to get your hands off me.” Less of a smile this time.
“You still gonna be thankin me when I break your fucking pretty face, asswipe?”

Afterward no one could say exactly what had happened, only that “Big Tony” had been found on the floor clutching his ruined and mutilated groin. When the paramedic treated him later, they said was from significant blood loss due to a three inch laceration to inner thigh made with a very sharp blade, most likely a razor.

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