SATO KETSUJO - Bones

Sato Ketsujo

40 || Straight || Male || Vigilante

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE
✔ Influential
✔ Intelligent
✔ Cunning
✔ Inventive
✔ Protective

NEGATIVE
✖ Controlling
✖ Mentally Unstable
✖ Honor for his family name, above all else
✖ Destructive
✖ Untruthful

LIKES
✔ Order
✔ Lavish Lifestyle
✔ Elegance
✔ Nobility
✔ His daughter, Sashi

DISLIKES
✖ Peasants (anyone more poor than him)
✖ Quirk Users
✖ Wasted Time
✖ Heroes
✖ Worthless People


PERSONALITY
His holds his namesake above all else. And would die for the people he believes in, only that, he believes in no one else but himself. He is an enigma, in the fact that he is both the nicest person you could meet, while still being a brutal savage. In the light, he wants nothing more than to better the world and to rid it of all evil. While behind closed doors he wants to control all of the evil in the world for his own amusement. Maybe he actually wants to cleanse the world of evil, or perhaps he is simply just power hungry. To those that know not of his life, would find him kind and easy to be around. To those that have seen him in his true colors find him scary and angry, unsure of when he will lash out, and how it would become. While he holds his name in high regards, he wouldn't think twice of casting someone out that makes him or his family look bad.

On the other hand, should one... "Cross the line", as he quotes it, another side of him appears rather quickly. A sinister smile always appears, as his eyes are filled with a certain blood lust, keen on something more than death. Quite often does he laugh eerily during this state, taunting and hunting a certain... Target. He will never stop until this target is erased, period. He becomes a hellbent demon set on a quest in which rest is not an option till accomplished, ignoring any form of compassion and help shown towards him, and even targets them, because he feels as though they're delaying at what the time is his ultimate goal.

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 178cm
WEIGHT: 66kg
HAIR/STYLE: Black
SKIN/SCARS: No Scars
EYES: Red
NOTABLES: Streaks of gray hair

Sato has slick black hair with a streak of white hair swept into the back. He is pale-skinned with black eyes and a notably grim looking face. In his high school days, his white streak of hair was a long bang that went down his face. His outfit is predominantly black, consisting of a trench coat, vest, undershirt, leather gloves, slacks, and shoes. His tie is silver in color.

HISTORY

He was another jewel to the Ketsujo family name. He was an heir to the riches and the wealth. They were a collective that were dedicated to making the best people look better, and the worst people looking worse. They played both sides of the coin. They were the villains that raided others, while the anonymous tippers who would let the police know when something shady went on. With their power and influence, they could ensure that only who they wanted in control, would look good to the people, and those that they didn't want, would be severly overwhelmed with power. It was a double edged sword, but it was a blade that would never cut them. Even when they lost, they won. Sato's father, was a mastermind behind all of it, and as a result had much of the police and government officials in his pocket. After all, he was the reason they achieved such great feats. And with every success they received, they got them to turn a blind eye to the real things they did in the night.


Sato's mother was a beautiful and loving woman, unlike his father. The only chance he had to find any woman worth marrying was an arrange marriage, and that was simply what he got. They married not out of love for each other, but greed over each other's wealth. His father found it benefitial to marry into a family that could grant him a monoply, while his mother's side agreed of the same. Of course, it was against her will, like any arranged bride to be. They were wed for control of the underground. As the Ketsujo ruled the world in the shadows to make the good look better, his mother's side were nothing but colections of chain bussinesses. It was a power couple to date, and together they could control the land in the light, as well as the shadows. After all, their enemies were always on their side.


His father was a powerful man. If not in connections and wealth, then his quirk. His family believed that a strong mind, would lead to a strong quirk. Even if the powers were not something directly related to bloodline, his father assumed so. He possessed a raw power. One that Sato would learn on one long night. His father would break him, beating him down with words if not his fists. He was abused to say the least. His quirk had manifested long before this time, but he had refused to use it. He didn't want to do anything like his father, and he believed that by pretending he was quirlkless, would work, if not buy him time. Eventually he would strike his father with his power, only to discover that his father's power was far beyond his own. Sato's father would deflect the force Sato had created, intended to kill his father, to his mother. Her life was lost that day. And that night, Sato swore to never use his quirk again.


His father died of old age. It was a very anticlimatic ending to the torture and abuse of his father's reign. WIth it, he would inherit all of hsi father's wealth and fortune, as well as his mother's, In his final moments, his father did not scold Sato, instead he simply asked only, why he forsake hsi quirk. Sato didn't know why his father would show interest in his final moments, if he didn't do so his entire life. He begun to question if his father was actually doing everything for him, which only encouraged him to go futher in life without his quirk..

Unlike other men, with his weallth and fortune, he did not sully himself with lavish parities. He had no time to busy himself with lesser folk. Instead those that were in his life, were those that come to fear the Ketsujo name. He had employed all, and every villian he could find. He was not going to dirty his own hands, but would make others do his work for him. Everyone that worked for him knew of his power, even if he didn't use it. The story of his mother's untimely death was all but a myth passed between his subordinatees.

When he came across his wife, it was nothing more than an act of chance. She was the sister of one of his most prized servants. She was a nobody, but the others respected her, to which he had to take her for himself. As long as the public didn't know of her ties, he didn't care. She would not inherit his name and would only provide him an heir. That was all he expected of her. That was all he planned for. 


He married a woman he had no feelings for. He married a woman whose family had a tradition of crime. He married a quirk user. He did not love her, nor ever would, but she allowed him to control his people better, and in trade she was able to travel and roam freely as long as what she did was not attached to him, provided she would appear when called upon, to which he would never call her again. She would travel the world on his dime, and as long as she wasn't in his way, he didn't care. She was a nobody. But she was the mother of his child.

He had a daughter. He had named her Sashi. She was frail and expected to die early on, at least in Sato's eyes. But even if he was unattaced to her, he couldn't help but be drawn to the tiny infant. He would raise her, unlike his father had done to himself. He would bury her insudies and obedience. At the age of four he would discover thee qurik that manifested, something as destructive as his own. It was then that he had forbade her from using it at any time. And it would always be that way.

He had taken to throwing his daughter into what was referred to as "the room". It was a sealed room within their house in the middle of the main hall. The walls were sound proof and there was no light that could get in. Each time she disobeyed his orders she would be tossed in, starved and depraved until she would comply. It would become his favorite method of "treatment", with beating her with whatever other object was at hand, for more immediate measures. He had also begun the habit of wearing studded leather belts, just for the purpose of his daughter. She was imperfect, and he would continue to polish her until she was perfectly refined.


The entirety of her upbringing he would do any and all things to prevent the usage of quirks in her life. However, unlike himself, he would create a life where he would show the world the greatness of his young child. He would throw parties and events, until the day her quirk appeared. It was that day that his only period of a public life, faded. Even her moth had returned for the time being to enjoy time with her child. But Sato was not going to allow any of it. Again, his wife would leave to her own adventure, leaving Sato to discipline his daughter as he saw fit.

But even if he had forbade the use of her quirk, he would not deny her a life to live. He would meet with the Leruox, only to have them reveal a similar situation. Both of their daughters would be paired into their lives without quirks, and all was well. Until he noticed the dead flowers.

He had hoped it was just one time. Just one mistake that she was failed to fix. But he was gravely wrong. He would soon discover the both of them were using their quirks in private. Sato was furious, angered to a new extreme. He removed her from the life she had and put her into her own personal solitude. He would blame the quirk users for the tainted views and he would use it as a place to remind Sashi how vile the usage of them were. Anyone that used them were lesser than them. And for once he would not punish her. Even he knew, times were changing. He would not allow her to see, or talk to anyone but himself. For nearly a decade of her life she was bound to books and her father. She wasn't so much as allowed out of the house anymore, or near any plant life. He even went as far to remove every plant from their home, preventing her from ever using her quirk again. Eight years she would face his torture and abuse to be turned into his perfect specimen. And Eight years he would plan a single moment of her life. The ultimate form of punishment in his eyes.



He had accepted that she was unfit to serve his place. She was no longer his heir. In this new world. Nearly everyone had a quirk, and all of them used them. Some more powerful than others. And it was then he hatched his mater idea. He had employed all of his henchmen, picking quantity over quality. There was no contract, there was no one to make look good. As far as they knew, they were hired to cause chaos and carnage. And that was what they would do. But none would expect the girl to fight back.

Sato had dropped off his daughter at his plan of attack on the city. If she was going to use her quirk in secret even if he forbade her, then he would give her a life where all she could do, was use her quirk. He would use his daughter to his advantage for his family name. There was no need to work for the corrupt, if he had his daughter to make look good.

To his plan, she had fought back and defeated all of them. It was one of the outcomes he was prepared to face. If she failed, then she would be just another statistic, but if she succeeded, then he would make the most famed hero. In this new world, heroes were few. But quirks were plentyful. He would get his hands on the people in charge to get her her full hero status, and he would grant her a life of quirks. If he could not banish them from her life, he would use her to eliminate all of the users who refused to follow his lead. If he could not pull their strings, then he would use his daughter to cut their lifelines.

All the while, using her power to ensure she was always the top rated hero.