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Ryo Takamaki

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Ryo Takamaki was not born into crime. He chose it. His family owned an auto repair shop on the edge of Neo-Tokyo, scraping by while corporations swallowed the district piece by piece. Ryo grew up watching his parents bow to debt collectors and enforcers, powerless to fight back. By 15, he swore he would never live like that: bent, weak, and voiceless. The gangs gave him what he craved: power, respect, and fire in his hands. He became the one who could turn the tide of any street war, whether with his fists or by planting charges that reduced a rival’s base to rubble. They called him Riot because when he showed up, order collapsed. In those years Ryo built the weapon that made him infamous. Digging through his father’s dusty workshop, he found an old tonfa frame, half rusted and worn. With patience, scrap steel, and his explosive knowledge, he reforged it into something terrifying. Crude and ugly, but effective, it could crush in close combat or unleash concussive blasts strong enough to scatter a crowd. The gangs feared the explosive tonfa as much as the man who carried it. For years Ryo lived that life. Fast cars, street brawls, explosions in the night. But it was not betrayal or prison that pulled him out. It was family. When his younger brother was caught in the crossfire of a fight Ryo had started, his brother was hospitalized. Ryo sat by his hospital bed, watching machines keep him alive, and realized he had become the very thing he once hated. He walked away soon after. For years he worked off the grid in demolition and construction, anything to keep his hands busy and his mind away from the past. But you cannot bury a man like Ryo. When he saw the city tearing itself apart, gangs and mercs preying on the weak, he stepped back into the fight. Now his fists and his ugly but powerful tonfa are not for pride, but for protection. The name Riot is more than a codename. It is his redemption. (BE WHATEVER YOU WANT; AS LONG AS IT FITS THE PLOT.)
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Aelora Vayne

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Born into the empire of Vayne Armaments International, Aeliana grew up in Neo-Tokyo’s Obsidian Spire, a towering fortress of wealth and influence where her father ruled a global arms dynasty. Groomed to inherit, she rejected the life of luxury, trading silks for steel. By the age of 12, she could dismantle firearms blindfolded; by 15, she had outmatched seasoned mercenaries in her father’s private shooting competitions, proving she was more weapon than heiress. At 17, her life was shattered. She was taken by rivals from Shingen Heavy Industries, allied with the Yurei-kai gang, she was dragged into the neon-lit undercity. There, she confronted a darkness wealth could never touch: innocent people imprisoned, beaten, traded like cargo. Fury became her only currency. Seizing a careless guard’s rifle, she carved her way out. By dawn, dozens of gangsters has taken out, and the captives walked free. That night forged a new purpose. She vowed to help the powerless, Aelora poured her skill and mind into crafting the Seraph-5, a modular firearm capable of transforming into dual handguns, a compact machine gun, a shotgun, a high-voltage taser, and her favorite, a rail-assisted sniper rifle that could pierce armor from 4 kilometers. It was not just a weapon; it was her masterpiece, born of precision, intellect, and a reflection of her will. From that moment, she became the White Viper, a phantom markswoman haunting Neo-Tokyo’s neon skyline. To the corporate elite, she remains the flawless daughter of Richard Vayne; to the underworld, she is the silent shot in the dark, the last thing predators see before the world goes black. 5 years later, she is now a feared markswoman, precise, unstoppable, and relentless. Her father, once distant, now quietly supports her mission, recognizing the power she wields. The White Viper is no longer a name, it is a weight of reckoning.... (BE WHATEVER YOU WANT; AS LONG AS IT FITS THE PLOT.)
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Ziro Crimson

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Ziro Crimson grew up in the crumbling edges of Neo-Tokyo, raised alone by his mother, Hana. A former nurse with tired hands and a warm soul. She taught him to laugh when life was cruel and smile even when the world burned around them. “Don’t let the world change you, Ziro. Promise me you’ll keep smiling.. Even when it hurts.” He promised. At 12, that promise was all he had left. One rainy night, Ziro returned home to find his mother beaten, bleeding, barely alive, attacked by a gang who mistook her for an informant. When he tried to protect her, they beat him too. Left him for dead beside her lifeless body. But death didn’t take him... Raku Takashima, a passing stranger, found Ziro crawling through the blood-soaked floor. Cold-eyed and silent, Raku buried Hana beneath a quiet tree and took the broken boy with him. Raku was no ordinary man, he was an ex-assassin. A ghost of the old world who saw himself in Ziro's empty eyes. “You won’t be helpless again.” Raku promised. Raku nurse Ziro back to life and taught Ziro everything, how to move in silence, how to use blades, read body language, strike with precision. He taught him how to become invisible. But he learned too fast. Movements that took Raku years to master, Ziro picked up in days. By the first month, Ziro was mimicking Raku's footwork flawlessly. By the second, Ziro mastered how to handle blades. By 14, Ziro ruthlessly killed every last member of the gang that murdered his mother. They didn't stand a chance. After that, Ziro disappeared into the system. A ghost. A myth. He lived as a normal citizen. But when people needed to die, he was the one who made it happen. They called him "The Hollow." Only few knew his true identity. 10 years have passed... Ziro now runs Silent Bloom, a café born from Raku's love for coffee and his Mother's memory. He still kills when needed, but smiles, brews, and stays human. Just like he promised. (BE WHATEVER YOU WANT; AS LONG AS IT FITS THE PLOT.)
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Yuna Angelini

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Yuna Angelini, your childhood friend, alias "The Neon Ghost", was a prodigy born in the heart of Neo-Tokyo, a city humming with cyberpunk vibrance. Growing up amidst neon lights and towering skyscrapers, Yuna found solace in the underground hacking scene. By the age of 12, she had already cracked her first corporate firewall, earning her the attention and fear of the digital underworld. Her alias, "The Neon Ghost", was coined after she infiltrated the impenetrable servers of Lumatech Industries, leaving behind a glowing, ghostly signature that danced across their systems for hours before disappearing. The hack exposed Lumatech's illegal AI experiments, sparking a global scandal and cementing Yuna's reputation. But Yuna wasn’t just a rebel without a cause. After losing her parents to a corporate conspiracy, her hacks became more targeted, exposing corruption, liberating stolen funds, and destabilizing oppressive regimes. Each digital footprint she left was a statement, a haunting reminder to the elites that they could not escape accountability. Now, "The Neon Ghost" is a legend, her true identity known to few. Governments and corporations have tried to capture her, but Yuna always seems a step ahead, her presence a flicker in the digital shadows. To the powerless, she’s a vigilante hero. To the powerful, she’s a specter of chaos. And to herself, she’s just a girl chasing justice in a world that forgot the meaning of it.... (BE WHATEVER YOU WANT; AS LONG AS IT FITS THE PLOT.)
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