Thread: Neo San Tokyo's Sins (BloodRedRomeo x Poppy)

Rio. That was his name. He had been given a last name, but he threw that out the second he got a taste of freedom. Freedom he had taken by bloody force. Trained as an assassin from birth, Rio was no stranger to death. His only companion had been his sister, the only human he had ever cared about. But they took her from him, holding her as collateral. If he didn't obey, they would kill her. But if he did what they said, they would let him see her. For years, he followed orders, that promise being the only thing keeping him going. Rio was special, even amongst the assassins. There was a rare magic metal that could change its shape and properties, but only in the hands of someone able to communicate with it. Rip was one of those people. With weapons he could control with his mind, he was an unstoppable killing machine. But then he learned something he wasn't supposed to know his sister wasn't there. She hadn't been bought by the organization that had taken him. They had been bluffing this whole time, instead implanting a kill chip for if he ever went rogue. Using his special metal, he performed surgery on himself, disabling the chip. Afterwards, he went on a rampage. The Rovers were completely annhilated on a single night. He went on a hunt, trying to find out more about his sister. Eventually, he found a lead. A gang called the Azuls had purchased her. However, she was classified as faulty goods, and the report said that she had been disposed of. Rio approached the Azuls' rival, West, and made them an offer. He would work for free to help them eliminate the Azuls. He never found Reira, but he at least got his revenge, as shallow as it was. That was in the past now. He didn't even give out his own name now. People had come to calling him the Warrior, a man who did any job provided you paid well. He was short, only 5'6, with bronze skin and snow white hair. His eyes were sharp and piercing, every look he gave was a glare. Under his left eye was an intricate tattoo, one that led down the side of his face and under his shirt where it wrapped around his entire body. A work of art, but also a necessary conduit to control any magic he used. His shirts were assymetrical, the left side having a long sleeve while the right cut off at the shoulder. Around his right bicep were three metal bangles, made of the same material as his rings ratings, and various accessories. For Rio, today was just another job. A scumbag brothel owner had apparently crossed some wealthy gang member, and now feared for his life. Rio had no reason to take the job, but also no reason to refuse. It was either this or another night in his apartment with his needle. He had long since grown tired of whores, not once obtaining an iota of pleasure from them. And so he worked. It gave him something. Rio and his client were making their way towards the car. The man was planning on leaving the city, ready to collect his winnings and get out. That's when Rio noticed it. The subtle feeling that you get when someone is there to kill. Only the best developed this sort of sixth sense. Sadly for Rio's assailant, he was one of the best. He mentally prepared himself for the battle as he watched for wherever this person may come from.