Death note

- Chapter 0 Introductions -

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So. I'm Ichirou Carson, age 20.

I'm 5 feet 10 inches tall, with light skin, straight black hair that I wear in medium-length bangs, blue-gray eyes with slim glasses, and a medium-light build. I go to the University of Washington, where I study computer science and programming.

My dad is German-American, and my mom is Japanese, and that's where I got my name. I speak both Japanese and German fluently, in addition to English of course. I love cantaloupe, watermelon, and every other sort of melon, as well as good, unsweetened green tea.

I love gaming and technology, as you can tell from what I study. I'm also quite a fan of Death Note, and am vehemently anti-Kira.

My favorite character is Soichiro Yagami. I was immediately attached to him when I first saw him in the anime, and I almost shed tears for him when he died believing Light wasn't Kira.

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Hello there, my name is Hans Carson. I'm 49 years old. I'm a medic at Tokyo General Hospital, and Ichirou's father. My great-grandparents immigrated to the United States from Germany in the 1880s, and I was born in Sacramento, California, where I lived and went to college. That's where I met the love of my life: Satsuki Hikaru, an exchange student from Japan. We got married after graduation, and soon started a family. I was about 29 when Ichirou was born, and Satsuke was 25. He was the light of our lives. Soon afterwards, we moved to Tokyo, where I took a job as an EMT. I've since risen to the status of the best medic in Kanto. When Ichirou was 18, he decided to travel to Seattle, Washington to pursue his dream of becoming a programmer. He enrolled in University of Washington, and was a grade-A student.

He's currently in his second year of university. I'm very proud of him.

Now, about myself. I might seem lighthearted and fun-loving; however, I am very serious when it is needed. I love traditional Japanese culture, wearing kimono at every opportunity. Our house doesn't have chairs; instead, we sit on tatami mats.

Another quirk of mine is my penchant for wearing bright flower-patterned shirts. I am about six feet four, with a moderately heavy, slightly muscled build. I have wavy blonde hair, which reaches down my neck. My eyes are bright blue. I occasionally let a bit of stubble grow out, at least until Satsuki or Ichirou say that I look dirty.

I am also a CQC expert, CQC being a form of hand-to-hand combat that is based on disarming the enemy at high speed, and rendering them unable to fight.

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Hi. My name's Satsuki Hikaru-Carson. I'm 45 years old, five feet three. I have straight black hair, which I tie back into a ponytail, dark brown eyes, and I wear slim glasses, which I push up on the ridge of my nose when I'm annoyed. I have something of a short temper, although Hans' mellow nature takes the edge off of it. I love reading and writing, so I work as a librarian.

It's quite nice being surrounded by knowledge and stories, having the ability to just pick up any book off the shelf and start reading. I was born in Japan, and immigrated to the United States in a foriegn exchange student program. That's where I met Hans. He was a clumsy, jolly guy, and I fell in love with him, even though he seemed like an idiot. I later realized how much of a treasure he was. He may look stupid and irreverent, but he has a heart of gold.

After we graduated, we eventually decided to get married. Shortly afterwards, I had my first son. We named him Ichirou. When he was about seven, we moved back to Tokyo, and Hans found himself a job as a medic. We've lived there ever since. Once Ichirou started going to college, I took a job in the library to help pay for his courses. It was a good job, and I loved being in that environment. So that's where we are now. Ichirou's decided to come over here for the summer, as he's about to finish his second year of college. He's a great student; quite intelligent. However, the problem with that is he gets bored easily.

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I'm Soichiro Yagami, pleased to meet you. I'm the Chief of Police of Tokyo, as well as leader of the Kira Investigation. I'm six feet two, 250 pounds, smooth brown hair, brown eyes. I typically slick back my hair, and have a well-trimmed mustache. I always wear glasses, can't see very well without them.

The numerous scars on my body are from my early years in the police force... the one on my right arm was a knife wound... there're some gunshot wounds on my legs... and vertically along my chest and torso, I have a katana slash. I still wonder sometimes how I lived through all that. Moving on.

I was born in Tokyo in 1958. My parents were hardworking, honest citizens; we weren't well-off, nor were we poor. I joined the police force as soon as I finished college, and worked hard. Eventually, when I was 32, I married Sachiko, and we had Light, our son. About 4 years later, we had a daughter, Sayu.

Unfortunately, I've grown a bit distant from my family, due to the responsibilities entailed by being Chief of Police. I especially wish I could've spent more time with Light. He seems to have become so distant recently.

Enough of my rambling. As for my skills, I am a 6th Dan black-belt in the school of Shotokan Karate. It's the only certificate I have on my office wall. I train regularly with some of the younger officers to keep myself sharp.

Other than that, I have the standard skill set of any other police investigator. That includes picking locks, door-breach and room-check, squad command, and a high degree of weapons expertise. I clean and inspect many of my squad's weapons personally; the scent of weapon cleaning fluid in the offices typically means that I'm somewhere nearby. I don't shy away from physical work. If a squad's going out to make an arrest in a case I was working on, I'll be right there, wearing a Kevlar vest and looking down the sights of an MP5 with everyone else. Death isn't a prospect that creates fear in me. I've gotten used to it; working as a police investigator for more than 30 years has desensitized me somewhat to death.

The name's Captain Johnathan Price, British Special Air Service, Mountain Troop. Call me Captain Price, for short. I'm 39 years old, five foot eleven. I have an athletic, muscular build, short, thinning light-brown hair, olive-green eyes, and a gray-brown beard. I almost always wear combat gear, even off-assignment. Charcoal lightweight military jacket, locale-specific camouflaged cargo pants, military load-bearing vest, and a camouflaged slouch hat is what my battle outfit consists of.

Ross MacMillan, my Scottish commanding officer, nicknamed me "the English bear" because of my beard; I don't mind it, myself. I'm not currently married, nor do I plan to be anytime soon.

The only individuals I have any emotional attachments to are MacMillan and the soldiers whom I command. We never go in with large attack forces; I prefer to do small, squad-based tactical missions, so I can get to know my men better and keep them at their peak condition. Don't take that the wrong way.

I don't think of them as human weapons. They are my men, and I sure as hell care about every single one of them. If any one of them is injured, inside or outside of combat, I will take it as my full responsibility to see them through to their recovery.

I would never consider asking one of them to do something I wouldn't do if I could; the only reason I request anything of them other than extra firepower is because I can't physically be in more than one spot at the same time, or if I don't have the prerequisite skill. If there's a risky task to be done, it'll be me who does it. Every single man I've commanded has trusted me 110%.

It's been over five years now since one of my lads was killed. That's been true in joint ops as well. I've worked in counterterrorism operations, hostage rescues, battlefields, and stealth missions, and I pride myself on getting my men home safely. Whenever I work with someone new, I try to get to know them as closely as possible.

Who they are, what do they care about, what pushes their buttons, their mental and physical strengths and weaknesses, the skills they specialize in. I need to know them inside out so I can know when they aren't at their best, what they can and can't do, how I should treat them.

In regards to civilians, I generally don't like interacting with them outside of hostage rescues.

I'm somewhat confrontational. Most people don't really get on my bad side, but those who do will get a mouthful. I don't ever physically assault anyone, of course. Just a little shouting sets most people in line. There are very few civilians who can ever get on my good side.

I'm actually a fairly decent listener, as long as the one speaking has something meaningful to say. Can't stand people who try to twist the truth. I don't like to talk much, myself.

My primary skill is battlefield medic; I suppose it's only natural I decided to go for that specialization, considering how much I worry about my men's condition.

I try to do the best with what equipment I have; so far, that method has served me well.

My weapon of choice is a suppressed M1911 Custom pistol. Barring firearms, I have a complete mastery of CQC, and can use my combat knife to great effect. I pity whomever finds himself on the wrong side of my barrel; I have zero hesitation to fire upon anyone who attacks me or my squad.

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