Sign Up Murder on my Mind [M-L,V]

[Beorhun]

[FONT=Book Antiqua]The wind whipped the snow around the city, drifts piling up in the alleys and the disused backwater streets. Five people wandered the streets of Tokyo, beneath the neon haze and the indescribable color of the sky. Now ,of course there were others, but these five people stood out from the others. All five were planning murder, coincedentally, of the same man. Their reasons were their own, but they were converging on his estate, a gun hidden on them somewhere...

Amare Takenawa walked out of his empty dining room, into his old, dusty foyer, with its few chairs and its looming stairwell that led into the dark upstairs. He was old, and he felt the weight of his age on him as he approached the stairs. Or was it the weight of his sins, pressing down upon him? He couldn't tell now. He looked at the giant grandfather clock, it read 12:04, meaning that technically it was Wednesday now. Why did he pay attention to the days? He walked slowly up his stairs, looking down both dark corridors, going both ways. He felt a chill in his bones...

[...Wednesday is my dying day.]

Detective Hojo Nagarashi sat, distraught, in his cramped office in the Police Department. The sky was its indescribable color, and the snow was piling up around the station. He was having a bad day. Hell, he was having a bad month. Kasumi Tokenawa, his girlfriend, had just dumped him. Worse than that, she worked in dispatch, a few doors away. That, folks, is the textbook definition of awkward. He had a distinct feeling that the Sergant was close to kicking him off the force, he hadn't had a case worth talking about in months...

Mr. Takenawa walked away from the stairs, through the darkness, into his large chamber. The drew in the darkness, what his heart told him was his last minutes on this earth. He walked into his chamber, and lurched over to the bed. He saw a silhouette standing at the open window, holding a gun out. He looked over to them. There was a silence, Amare said nothing. The gun went off, it's echo filling the house. Then there was silence...

Suddenly, Hojo's phone rang, breaking the silence. He picked it up leisurely, keeping his mouth away from the bottom of the phone.

"This is Detective Nagarashi, how can I assist you?"
"I want you to know that I've just murdered someone." Hojo sat up straight.
"What?" Logic told him that it was a crank phone call from some punk kid, but something else told him that it was for real.
"I've just murdered someone." The voice was masked.
"Who?" Instead of a name, he heard an adress.
"486 Ravenwood Drive." Old man Takenawa's house. Everyone knew the stories about him, Hojo having heard his share from the officers that floated around the station. He got his brown overcoat and ran to his car...[/FONT]

Signups

I'll need 5 suspects, Three Males and Two females. I'll play the role of Detective Hojo.

Name:
Age:
Relationship to Mr. Takenawa:
Appearance:
Personality:
Potential Motive for killing Takenawa:

Keep this in mind, also:

-Takenawa was rumored to kidnap people from the local distict, mainly young girls.
-Takenawa was the CEO of a local corporation for twenty years.
-He became reclusive in his old age, locking himself away from his manor for days at a time.
-He married and divorced Three women.

My Signup

Name: Hojo Nagarashi
Age: 24
Relationship to Takenawa: His father worked for his corporation for five years before being laid off.
Appearace: He has short black hair, wears a blue t-shirt with a pair of khaki pants, and he has a weathered Brown overcoat which he has had since his senior year in high school. His eyes are hazel, and he has a small scar on his left cheek from when he was sparring with his brother when they were in high school. His skin is slightly tanned.
Personality: Hojo is, well, in a bad mood (read above if you don't know why.) but he manages to remain fairly upbeat about life. He is not too violent, but is well-trained in martial arts and is a good aim. He is kind, but can be strict when it comes to the law, as all detectives tend to be.
Potential Motive: N/A

Alright, I hope this turns out to be good.

[Sword Breaker]

[FONT=Book Antiqua][COLOR=DarkRed]OOC: Kool, I always liked me a good crime story.

Name: Rey Miomoto

Age: 27

Realationship to Mr.Takenawa: Rey's girlfriend, whom he had the greatest affection for, disappeared suddenly, on October 4th, just before Mr.Takenawa retired. All of the evidence pointed too Mr.Takenawa, but, suddenly, the evidence had disapeared, and the case was dropped.

Appearance: [URL=http://images.google.ca/images?q=tbn:-SmHB6Qb9XcJ:http://www.kaworu-nagisa.net/Reiki/Tenjou%2520Tenge/chara/bob_head.jpg]Pic[/URL] He is also very tall, and extremly musculer, especially in the legs. He wares a green-white jumpsuit, which is fairly loose-fitting, and dark-blue sneakers.

Personality: Rey is a fairly good-tempered person, but, if you manage to make him angery, he can become extremly violent. He is quite quiet, and only talks when necessary. When he does speak, it is usually in a well mannered tone, and his words are not usually used to hurt anyone. That job goes to his fists and feet. Because of his timid nature, Rey is a very likable person. A gentle giant, if you will.

Motive: Anger. Because he is extremly sure that Mr.Takanawa was responsible for the kidnapping of his beloved, Rey has vowed to do anything to get revenge. Anything short of murder, or so he claims.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Kaiya Lisestré

Age: 26

Relationship to Mr. Takenawa: Ex Wife

Appearance: see attatchment, wears pants suit more often than not, blazers, skirts, heels, etc.

Personality: Cool and calm, but very easily annoyed. This is known by quite a few people, but she prefers to show everyone a mask of tolerance and serenity. The real Kaiya is an angry woman, wronged by many people, but perhaps she feeled most wronged by her ex husband.

Potential Motive for killing Takenawa: Pure spite. Anger perhaps at his marrying another woman after her. Or not giving her enough money when the divorce papers were drawn up.[/COLOR]