Vin Lao, Commoner
Sept 7, 2022 19:16:43 GMT
Post by VIN LAO on Sept 7, 2022 19:16:43 GMT
APPEARANCE A rather tall man with broad shoulders, although he in not conspicuous in style, he does attract attention to an extend. He has a very well built body, despite his occupation not being an active one; the old workout habit is difficult for him to abandon, and there is also the matter of the paranoia of needing to always be in top shape in case of an emergency. His hair is a dark brown color, usually kept gathered in a low ponytail, so long it reaches his lower back when let loose, only because he keeps forgetting to get a haircut. His eyes are gold in color, with a shallow scar crossing over his left one. He has been called handsome before, although nowadays he tends to be quite unkempt, keeping a very light complexion due to staying inside for the majority of his day to day life, as well as letting stubble pile on for days until he feels it is annoying enough to shave it off. His younger self left behind an array of tattoos on his upper body, as well as simple piercings on both his ears. His choice of clothing is none at all if he can help it, and if he cannot, anything that doesn't constrict his movement is a go. He is usually seen wearing a simple white lab coat, regardless of whether he's wearing a shirt underneath it not. PERSONALITY Having been through it and back, Vin is a very calm individual. Less so controlled, and more so just tired of everything and everyone. He is not afraid of much, so he will say and do what he feels like needs to be said and done. Besides situations that involve someone's health though, he is content to keep himself on the sidelines and stay neutral. The only time he will dig further than his jurisdiction is if something peaks his curiosity enough, which is rare nowadays, and is usually only reserved for medicine related matters. He has resigned himself to a life of medicinal study and practice, with the goal of helping as many people as he has hurt in the past. His motivation is a raw shame for his past image, with guilt towards the victims coming in second.
BACKGROUND Vin doesn't remember the first years of his childhood very clearly. It all starts to become vivid after the eve of his 5th birthday. The ground was going up and down, and the room was very dark. He wasn't all that bothered about it himself, but he knew his mother was going to be sick as she held him there in her arms, crouched behind an enormous metal container, trying to calm herself down more than she tried to calm him down. A day after his birthday, they were in a new place, he was sure of that. The people spoke a strange language and something was missing. Looking back at it now, he still isn't sure what it was that he was missing at that time. They found shelter in a house full of women. It was crowded and dimly lit, and he was not allowed to come out of the closet until the strange men were gone. They came almost every day, and it was not until later in life when he became glad he had managed to keep himself from peaking through the crack back then. Right above the building they were staying in, was another apartment. By the time he was 10, he used to climb up the stairs and knock on the door of the apartment above every time his mother's clients came. He spend his day in the home of an old doctor. The man was a weird one, he thought back then. He was a very accomplished doctor, always treating his patients perfectly, no matter the injury or the way they thrust about and cursed. They were all better when he was done. And yet the doctor lived in this dingy apartment above a brothel, with food enough to barely keep himself alive, and no one to keep him company except his rude patients and little Vinnie. When he finally learnt the right words, Vin would ask him, "Why don't you work at a hospital? They are big and a lot of people go there. You will make more money." The old man always just laughed at that and moved on with his day. By the age of 14, Vin was technically living with the old man above his mother's workplace. He came down to see her, but as time went on, she had started to become a different woman. He wasn't sure if it was the work or the drugs she had started taking, but at times she would barely even recognize him as her son, and the thought scared him enough to avoid her. As for the old man, well, he was old, and he continued becoming old. Eventually Vin had to start helping him out, cleaning, running errands, subduing rogue patients, or even treating the lighter wounds. He was a smart kid, picked up things quickly, and had a uncharacteristically steady hand, all good things for practicing medicine. Before he knew it, he had become a student, despite never setting foot in a classroom in his entire life. The old man's patients had always seemed very old to Vin, men and women old enough to be his mother or father, but now that he was a few feet taller, he saw his age reflected in some of them. He was a teenager treating other teenagers, people his age, with similar backgrounds to him. But they all had a sort of spark in their eyes that he himself lacked. He thought then of the thing he had always felt like he had missed since they left their first home, and at the first opportunity he got, he grasped that little spark without any hesitation. His days at the doctor's home grew shorter, as he started hanging out with new friends. They were people of the Yankan, he had known them well, the whole building he lived in belonged to them, and so they were in and out a lot. Being around peers his age awakened a strange energy in him. He had always been a curious child, striving to push himself and others to extremes to see what happens, and his new friends now encouraged him to do just that. At age 19, Vin's name was rarely ever spoken without the word Kyouken accompanied by it. A mad dog, fully integrated into the Yankan, willing to complete any and all tasks that involved either putting someone on a hospital bed or killing altogether. His days being a student of medicine had flipped into a twisted source of inspiration. Although fist fights were more than welcome, Vin found himself using a variety of different objects and methods to inflict pain on people. He was the first one to throw a punch and the last one to stand. Although he would do anything the higher-ups asked of him, he would never deal in drug related activities. At first, he got a few good beatings for even thinking of refusing orders, but a loyal mad dog was more valuable to them than a dead dog, so they eventually stopped asking. And although he was now free of drugs, his mother was not, and eventually he lost her to them. Now an orphan, the feeling of something missing enveloped him once again. He had thought that the spark he found in fighting had filled in the missing spot, but he was wrong. Suddenly the violence in his life seemed a dim and dull activity. He had lost his connection to his mother early on, and yet her death seemed to affect him enough for him to slow down his life. His friends gave him looks every time he spared his opponents, and his higher ups beat him up even more now that he disobeyed more frequently. But the Yankan was all he had. He had no home to return to and no family to look to. It never occurred to him to leave, until he passed by the building he spend his childhood in one day. The lights on the second floor were off, and the girls standing at the entrance of the first floor looked somber. Apparently the old man had grown too old in Vin's absence. The house was now empty, and the lack of a familiar doctor had affected the girls a lot. Without thinking much of it, he offered to help one of them with a broken arm. And as he sat there in the dimly lit building with the heavy smell of perfume and tobacco all around him, a peculiar calmness enveloped him and for a moment he thought of home. Which home, he didn't know. But the moment was enough to convince him. Using the apex of the 2014 ordeal involving the arrest of one Yankan leader and the death of another, he used his meager savings to buy the second floor of the building off of a now weakened gang, and moved into it permanently. Between the two years of quiet. the mad dog disappeared into obscurity, and a new doctor appeared in his place. Although he didn't make enough to buy the first floor too, Vin made sure to treat the girls below him like family, true family, acting both as a doctor for them and as a bodyguard of sorts. It was another one of his ways of trying to fill in the whole that keeps plaguing him. Nowadays he works as a back-alley doctor, treating anyone who comes his way, no matter their affiliation. His "clinic" has sometimes also acted as a middle ground for opposing sides to sort things out. Few remember him as the mad dog, and those who do, make sure to keep themselves civil when they come over to be treated by him. |
