CLAIMED . WEI, KUN SHUI

Male

Heterosexual... supposedly.

Twenty Three

June 19th


Kun Shui is Chinese, and had lived most of his life in Hong Kong before he had to move to LA.

His main languages are Cantonese, Mandarin and English, but because he’s a businessman, it had been mandatory for him to speak some other languages, including: French, Dutch, German, Spanish, Korean, Japanese and Russian.

Mr. Wei, Sir, The Heir

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9/10/13 by Jess

Renegade!

Oskenon:ton
Jun Shi Wei
Pasha Mikhaylichenko-Molotov

Yes

Ling Yao from Full Metal Alchemist

Kun Shui had always lived in the very lap of luxury. His family owned a very prominant building in Hong Kong, with most of the company operating out of the bottom levels and the top levels sold as luxury apartments. The very top levels had been for the family. Before moving to LA, the Wei family had an old block of Chinatown torn down and replaced with a glass tower, dubbed the 'Crystal Palace'. The lower levels are a high end shopping mall, while the upper levels are expensive apartments. Kun Shui lives on the top three floors, and his home is decorated almost identically to the one back in Hong Kong.

Kun Shui doesn't stand out too much from a crowd, but seems to have won some sort of genetic lottery from his parents. His straight black hair runs down a little past his shoulderblades, and is often tied back into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. He's rather pale skinned, and stands at 5'11". Kun Shui likes to dress in overly formal clothes; it's all part of his job, and since he works almost 24/7, suits and ties are required at almost all times. He's always armed in some way as well, especially when going out in pubic. He never leaves the house without a gun strapped somewhere, often underneath his clothes and invisible to the casual glance.

The one very distinctive characteristic about his appearance is the presence of a large tattoo that covers his whole back. Unlike most others in his family who only have a similar, smaller tattoo in black ink, Kun Shui has the family crest in full colour. It's generally much more elaborate, and more is added as he comes closer to claiming the triad. He's very hesitant to show it off and keeps it covered most of the time. Most people who've known him for years still doesn't know he has it.

Another thing not too many people knows he has are scars along his ribs. They're all self inflicted; Kun Shui has an anxiety issue and whenever he feels stressed out or pressured, he ends up either gnawing at his fingers or scratching his sides. His sides often get the brunt of it, and he will often claw at himself until he's bleeding, though he doesn't realize it until he's dripping all over the floor.

Some people are born rabbits; quick and shy and flighty. Some others are born wolves; team workers, vicious and tightly knit. Some are gazelles, others are bears and others still were lions.

But there were the rare few who were born dragons.

Dragons have claws, and Kun Shui’s claws are his intellect and money. Dragons have wisdom, and his is a very expensive education and a thorough understanding of cut-throat but legal business practices. But dragons are rarely seen, and with that, he has the loneliness in his mind and deep void in his heart. Kun Shui is serious when it comes to his work, regarding everything with an air of polite detachment and others with thinly veiled contempt. He’s stiff and stone cold, denying anybody the privilege to be in his head; why would he? It’s a dangerous world, and he’s a dangerous man. The only time he’s at ease was when he was with family; they were the only ones he could count on, as he’d been raised to believe.

He’s the proper sort, they say; one of the men who’ve reached the very pinnacle of what many would define as success. He was born into one of the strongest business family’s in Asia, groomed to take over after his father and become heir to the multi billion dollar corporation. As soon as he was able, he was taught several different languages used in business, as well as musical instruments such as the piano and violin, and high class recreational activities like horseback riding, hunting and archery. He was raised to be perfect. There’s gold on his brow, some say, his family blessed by gods and goddesses generations ago.

He’s a king among men; a dragon among earthly beasts.

And the dragon lurks; it’s in his blood. He walks the corridors with an air of finality, every step a choice and every word a law. There are men who follow him around corners and in dark alleyways; pinstriped suits and sunglasses to hide their eyes, occasionally toting tommy guns in a style similar to the Italian mafia. They are his men, as are the rest who are tattooed with the crest of the water lotus and the crane.

Still, it does get awfully lonely at the top of the hill. Sometimes, when the stress of work and the weight of the world become too much to bear, he paces ruts into the floor and scratches at his sides until they bleed. He’s bitten his fingers until he had needed gauze to cover up the gauges his own teeth made, and oddly enough, he hadn’t ever noticed the pain until he tasted metal, or was dripping all over the floor. Duress makes him neurotic, and that is definitely not good for business, but no matter how many attempts to fix it and no matter how fat his psychologists’ cheques are made, they can’t make it gone.

Kun Shui has spent all his life grooming to be the king of the financial game in the East, holding monopolies all over Europe, and his kingdom rapidly expanding. When you’re projected so high up and so fast, at such a young age, it’s easy to make “friends”, but much harder to actually consider them such. Not wanting to displease his family, he kept his focus on school and little else. Once he was at the top, so few could be trusted.

Kun Shui and his twin brother, Jun Shi, were an unplanned pregnancy, no matter how much his father tried to deny it. They were born from a tryst between a wealthy business tycoon and a successful banker. Trying to save face and reputation, the two were hastily married, but held no real love towards each other. Nonetheless, when the twins were born, they cherished their sons, and their father immediately announced that his empire would go to one of them when he became old and tired. Their parents may have disliked each other, but if there was one thing they could agree on, it was their children.

Kun Shui proved to be eerily intelligent at a young age, able to play chess before he could walk and beating his mother not too long after. His parents enrolled him in a variety of ‘high-class’ activities, such as violin and piano, which he took to quickly, if not out of fear that his parents would yell at him if he didn't participate. Self-defense was also required, and he was given lessons in judo and wushu. As far as his own hobbies went, he found a liking to horseback riding and archery. He quickly found school boring and was moved up into further grades to keep him paying attention and out of trouble. Graduating long before peers his own age, he found himself lonely and unable to make friends, and so buried himself in schoolwork to keep his mind off it. He entered business school, wanting very much to please his father and make him proud. His father continually held him to an almost excessively high standard, claiming to do so because he loved his son and wished him the best. To put it simply, he was a stereotypical Asian kid with overbearing parents, too many extra curricular activities and the idea planted in his head that it wasn’t enough for him to succeed, but others should fail.

Kun Shui had been raised on a steady diet of the finer things in life, and though he was friendly and charming, found himself even more isolated once he got into university. His peers were older than him, and whomever did become friendly with him seemed to only want to do so for his money and his connections. Kun Shui began to feel other people as treacherous and untrustworthy, and soon, they became boring to him. Instead, he leaned back on his family, finding them the only ones that he could depend on, and continued his studies.

As he grew up and proved that he was fit to become heir, overcoming all of his parents’ expectations, his twin brother fell more and more behind. It soon became blatantly obvious that Kun Shui was to take over once his father retired, and the whole family expected a backlash from Jun Shi. Much to everyone’s relief, one never came, and Jun Shi stepped down and into the shadows, obscuring himself from the main family’s life and public life. Kun Shui was the only one who made any attempt to keep close to him, but with all his work and school and his name slowly making it into the economic limelight, he didn’t have as much time with his brother as he wished.

A wildly successful corporation wasn’t the only thing he was entitled to, however; his father’s triad was the second prize. He would soon inherit both, and would become the youngest Dragon Head among the big six when his father became old and tired. Kun Shui he keeps his lives separate. To the businessmen, he’s clean and proper, an heir that is more than capable of walking in his father’s footsteps when the time comes. To the other triads, he’s up and coming, groomed to take over and a dangerous source of new competition.

The triads are a dangerous world no matter how you look at them. They’re an invisible hand at every event that takes place in Asia, centralized in Hong Kong; every high political meeting and every lowly street fight. They have eyes and ears everywhere, each one either working with another in peace and harmony, while others have fought generations-long wars against each other. In Hong Kong, there are six big ones… including his soon-to-be own.

With every inheritance came a little history, and that history was sometimes not too pleasant. In the case of the triad that was soon to become his, it was a deeply seated hatred and rivalry with the Coriscan mafia; one of the founding families of the Gang de la Brise de Mer. Things trickled down from their grandparents, and the line just never broken when tensions ran high. The Margaux and the Weis have butted heads for generations, and his father’s war with the French family would soon be his own.

There was one year where the tension between the families got particularly bad. It started peaceful enough; as peaceful as the families had gotten in years, actually. The Margaux had sent their oldest son, Lucien, to talk about business, and perhaps forge a treaty between the two families so, at the very least, there’d be a few less drive-bys and a few less hostile shoot-outs when one came across the other. With that proposal, they invited the Margaux’s oldest son into their household like an honoured guest.

And things actually went well… for all of two nights, before news reached them that the Margaux men had begun to move into the Wei family territory right at home in Hong Kong. Their reason for such bold insult? Because the Wei family had taken Lucien hostage, and had killed him because of the bad blood.

As far as Kun Shui was concerned, Lucien was alive and well, and now he was shackled up in their care, locked up like a princess in a tower, while the triad kicked the Margaux back out of Hong Kong. They did so quickly and as quietly as it could have possibly gotten, but nonetheless, there were reports on the news of a sudden surge in gang violence. In turn, this not only aggravated the tension between the Margaux and the Weis, but also put all the other triads in Hong Kong on their feet. It was, to say the least, a time of uncertainty.

It took two weeks, at most, to kick the French mafia out of Hong Kong and send them, defeated, back to Corsica. Lucien, however, was kept with them as a sort of insurance measure, just in case they came back to cause any more trouble.

Their captive was kept as Kun-Shui’s “guest”, and though he wasn’t (purposefully) tormented, he was almost wholly ignored. It was hoped that Lucien would give Kun Shui some support or companionship, but that would involve Kun Shui actually having time to spare. Kun Shui was entirely lost in his work and schooling, and when he was not sleeping the minimum amount every day, he was leaning over piles and piles of paperwork. Most of Lucien’s care was left up to his tutor (who would speak to him about nothing but Cantonese) and occasionally Jun Shi, who was less than kind. At most points, Kun Shui completely forgot about him. The only time he was reminded of his guest was when they had dinner together every couple of weeks.

It was about a year and a half later when Kun Shui’s father decided to send him over to L.A. to expand business, alongside triad operations. He wasn’t entirely enthusiastic about leaving the place he grew up, and though he’d done plenty of travelling before, it was usually never too long, let alone actually moving his mailing address. Still, saying ‘no’ wasn’t exactly an option. He packed up what was deemed truly important to have immediately upon arrival, and was on the plane by the next morning. He took Lucien with him, but as a barely-there afterthought, because he was supposed to be his companion… in theory… There was a brief argument with Jun Shi over it, but it sounded like the siblings were arguing over who’d keep the dog after one never walked it.

Settling into L.A. wasn’t difficult by any stretch of the imagination. He thought he’d be suffering from culture shock, while in reality he was having more of an issue with homesickness.

> Kun Shui has a rather large tattoo on his back; a crane with it's wings circled around a lotus. It's his family crest, and the tattoo becomes more and more elaborate the closer he gets to becoming the Dragon Head.

> He has a twin brother that is basically his proxy; if anything happens to Kun Shui, Jun Shi is set up to take over seamlessly. It certainly helps that they're physically identical.

> Before coming to Los Angeles, the Wei family had bought out a piece of land in Chinatown and commissioned a glass building. Kun Shui lives on the loft floors and rents out the rest to various businesses.