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OOC
Name: Read
Contact: AIM | wand pile; Plurk | abetterdaughter; LJ | pneumadyne
Age: 22
Current characters: Not applicable
IC
Name: Kaitou, Daiki
Fandom: Kamen Rider Decade
History links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamen_Rider_Diend
http://kamenrider.wikia.com/wiki/Kamen_Rider_Diend
Age: Not stated in canon, likely early twenties, I’m just saying 21 for consistency’s sake.
Canon point: Between episodes 23 and 24--which is to say, just after the main group of recurring characters goes to Daiki’s world, saves everyone from the grip of the evil brainwashing organization that was controlling it, and Daiki’s older brother reveals that he was working for said evil brainwashing organization voluntarily instead of because he was actually brainwashed before they all get the hell out of Dodge. A comprehensive list of episodes is up on wikipedia for reference.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Kamen_Rider_Decade_episodes
Personality: Daiki, as first presented, is a competent and clever thief who moves between different worlds to find rare and unique treasures to take. He is petty and demanding and a little childish, mostly because he hasn't been presented with a great deal of compelling evidence that he can't have anything he can lay his hands on. However, once we arrive at his world we receive a great deal more insight into his character. It turns out that he is a wanted criminal, not for theft specifically but for defecting from the private police force that ran his home world. He was previously very dedicated to his police and counter-terrorism work, and he learned many of his skills while on the force. He also highly educated and apparently very intelligent--he designed a re-education program for the very thought-criminals whom he arrested that was supposed to gently reintroduce them as productive members of society. Despite being a thief now, he has a very strong moral code, and he did the work he did because he believed it was the right thing to do. Indeed, he left when he found out that, in actuality, the organization was ignoring his re-education regimen and was instead chemically brainwashing criminals to readjust them. In response, Daiki broke in to one of their facilities, stole an indeterminate amount of incredibly expensive and top secret equipment and fled across parallel worlds to avoid capture. He returns intending to rescue his brother, who he believes to have been brainwashed also and goes through a great deal of trouble to save him only to discover that his brother had been voluntarily working for them the entire time. Daiki is again forced to leave his home, and this is the canon point from which I am taking him.
Daiki carries this sense of duty and internal moral code into his life as a fugitive, even before his return visit to his home. He has repeatedly given back things he has taken when their original owners were in dire need, and even took care of a young child when one was randomly placed in his care. He often pretends to be callous and to not care, and this is occasionally true and he rarely does things that fail to benefit him in some way, but the responsibilities and friendships he does accept he takes very seriously, if with difficulty. In short, he is a serious and driven young man who has had to change the way he lives a great deal in a very short amount of time. He has mostly adjusted quite well, but he is still a deeply isolated person, and very attached to the few individuals he does choose to let in, as little as be likes to admit it.
Powers/Abilities: Most of Daiki’s skills come from the fact that he’s a highly accomplished thief. He’s very physically fit, good at hand-to-hand combat, competent with a variety of types of climbing equipment, knowledgeable about security systems, and a crack shot on top of all that. He’s also very intelligent--before he defected, he worked for his original world’s private police in what passed for their ‘counter-terrorism’ division, as well as put a great deal of effort into devising and reorganizing a reeducation program for criminals there, despite the fact that it was never put into use by his superiors.
Prose sample: Daiki pushed himself up and brushed the dust from his knees, his mouth twisting slightly. That had been a rougher transition than normal. He looked around, narrowing his eyes and struggling to identify exactly where he had ended up this time. It seemed to be a city, and Daiki caught sight of a few other people down the street. An American city, too, judging by the signs, though it looked so wrecked it was hard to be sure. He tried to think of another time he had come out the other side of a shift in another country and couldn’t--maybe that was why the transition had been so rough. He definitely wasn’t used to not knowing where he was going to end up, and he didn’t like it, but nothing to be done for it now. He checked his bag on impulse--he seemed to have everything. All of the small, transportable treasures he had recently acquired were there, as well as all of his currency. In fact, he seemed to have something extra that looked suspiciously like a poker chip. That was irregular--it was generally Tsukasa's things that changed from world to world, not his own. Still, he couldn't complain about having more things, and everything else seemed to be in order, except...
His Diend Driver.
His heart kicked sharply against his ribcage and he froze for a single, horrified instant before he tore through his bag one last time, searching for his Driver, but it was well and truly missing. He breathed hard for a second and fought to collect himself, to think where he possibly could have dropped or lost it. He knew he’d had it when he’d left his own world, and that was the only thing that was missing, he was sure of it. It was impossible to drop things between... what was going on here? The only thing he could do now was try to find Tsukasa and the others and hope they knew what the hell was going on, but he couldn’t see the photo studio anywhere. They were usually pretty difficult to miss. He hoped Tsukasa at least still had his Driver--Tsukasa liked getting in his way, but he didn’t think Tsukasa liked getting in his way enough to lift something that important. But if it was this world, or something else, then Tsukasa might not have his Driver either, and that... was another problem all by itself. Daiki shook himself a little and straightened. No use worrying about things he couldn’t fix now. If he couldn’t find Tsukasa, and he couldn’t find his Driver, then there was one immediate way he could salvage this trip.
Daiki hissed softly in irritation and looked up, his eyes narrowing sharply at the other people he could see. He stayed tense for another long breath before all of the tautness bled out of his muscles and he started to stroll casually down the street, his arms loose and swinging and adrenaline singing in his veins. He brushed past several people, his eyes flicking over them casually in search of a bulge in a pocket before he finally found exactly what he was looking for. He narrowed in on a target and swung in a slow arc towards them, deliberately avoiding eye contact as he slid in and bumped shoulders hard.
"Sorry!" he said brightly as he brushed them off lightly, his fingers slipping into their pocket and out with their wallet, "sorry about that, completely my fault," and walked quickly away, his eyes bright and sharp as he secreted the wallet into an inner pocket. Maybe that would help him learn something about this incredibly odd place.
Links: This is not NEARLY done yet, but it’s what I’ve got! http://readeengrainbow.livejournal.com/900.html