Adachi Torama (アダチトラマ A-da-chi To-ra-ma)

With an absent father and drug-addicted mother, Torama Adachi was set up for a hard life in the slums near Kamurocho. His mother was rarely violent, but often emotionally manipulative and abusive, jeering and whining over her son about anything from lack of food in the fridge to the state of the house, to the dealers down the road. She'd say anything to get her next fix, and the dealers had a "long-term arrangement" with her, one that was already going south for the Adachi family.   Torama's school life wasn't kind either; Of course it wasn't. Due to his family's especially small stature, even for people of Japanese blood, bullies saw him as an easy target. They were wrong. Torama fought back with an incredible ferocity and wrath, releasing all of his pent-up rage from his family life on those who dared mess with him. Bullies seemed to finding his raging funny and even cute- until the fight actually began. There was a time when a bunch of bullies ganged up on him, and while he had pounced on one and was beating them to a pulp, another grabbed a chair and swung it down on his head. The chair broke over Torama's head and although it broke skin and made him bleed, he didn't even feel it until after the fight was over and the bully was given the same wound.   This resulted in him scaring a lot of his classmates, and he was often avoided entirely by people who didn't want to pick a fight- Which was ironic, because he was often cordial enough around people who treated him with the same respect. When the authorities decided Torama was to blame for defending himself, his path as an authority-hating delinquent was set.   He would eventually flunk out of school and leave, seeing little point, and wandering the streets, ignoring his mother's "requests" and looking for a fight to pick, making money off the wallets in fools' pockets. He always let them throw the first punch, however, or at least jive and taunt him enough to know there was no room for misunderstanding before making them regret it. It was only a matter of time before even the small-time punk would cross paths with the Yakuza.  

Residence

 
Adachi resides on the outskirts of Ōkubo, like many members of the Hidora Clan. In his case, he lives near the bustling Korean District along West Sakura Street. His home is a cheap apartment in an affordable building that is poorly maintained by an absent landlord. The two-room space is small, and dark with a broken bathroom mirror and blinds that don't shield the interior from passing car lights. The second room is Adachi's cramped workout station, where he has weights and a punching bag.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Adachi is small compared to most men, but nothing about him feels lesser. He moves with a restless energy, coiled like a spring, as if he's always one breath away from striking. His blazer is a deep blood-red, worn open over a black dress shirt that clings lightly to his frame creases and shadows folding with every subtle shift in his posture. The shirt dips low at the collar, just enough to reveal the edge of an old scar across his collarbone. Black slacks and pointed shoes finish the look clean, quiet, but far from soft.   His face stays unreadable, not calm, not smiling just still. His expression has weight to it, like something being held back. There’s a tension in his jaw, a sharpness in the way he holds his gaze, never flinching, never blinking more than he has to. His hair is unkempt, wild at the edges, refusing to fall into place no matter how it’s cut. Something in him feels unfinished, like a fuse that never quite goes out. You don’t know what he’s about to do but you know better than to get in his way.
Player : Elysium

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