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| Ganbaatar Borjigin "It is a man's responsibility to give everything for his family. Even his own humanity." The right hand man to the Chairman of the London Triads, eldest of five children, and the head of his family. One of the kindest men in London, but also willing to sink to any low to provide for his mother and siblings. |
| CODE NAME: Mr. Khan |
| Male | 30 | Heterosexual |
| Mongolian | Crime Boss | Lawless |
| Physical |
| 5'9 | 170 lbs | Black |
| Black | Light | Lean |
| Personal |
Hospitable: To be a bad host is inconceivable to him. He'd sooner give a guest his very last bit of food than let them go without refreshments while under his roof. It is a habit so instilled into his being that it makes him feel sick to ever turn away a visitor, even if he doesn't necessarily like them. Cheerful: He had so much bitterness and hate in him as a teenager, that now it seems he's trying to make up for wasted time. He never needs a reason to smile, only to frown, and even then, it takes something important for him to stop looking so happy and speaking so pleasantly. Family Man: Family has always been the most important thing to him. It's the reason he got into this dirty business in the first place. He would kneel on glass to keep his mother and siblings happy and safe, and most importantly, out of the dark place he's worked himself into. Ammicable: So much so, sometimes it's easy to forget what it is he does. He always seems to try to avoid conflicts, returning harsh words with kind ones, like he's out to make peace with the world. He always tries to negotiate before resorting to less savory methods to get what he wants. Adaptable: A trait he's developed more out of necessity than anything. Having grown up in three different countries with three different cultures, he learned quickly that in order to get what you want in life, you need to get with the program. To this end, he's had to learn four different languages all together, and can speak Mongolian, Russian, Cantonese, and English with minimal effort. Passive Aggresive: After all, words are power. He's found that life is so much easier when he uses his friendly behaviour to his advantage, twisting and manipulating words to get under other peoples skin. Professional: When he says he'll do something, he does it, and never half asses. He holds himself to a certain standard of efficiency and punctuality, and looks down on anyone who would do any less. He is loyal to his bosses, always giving nothing less than his best in everything that he does. Promiscuous: He loves sex. It's just a simple fact. He doesn't care who it's with, either. European or asian, younger or older, one or three, as long as they're legal and don't have the face of a walrus, they've got an open spot next to him under the sheets. Violent: In spite of his cheerful and kindly nature, he can be shockingly brutal. Particularly towards anyone who makes him angry. He's even struck his own brothers a few times for mouthing off to him or failing to meet his standards. Chalk it all up to the wrath of Khan. Hypocritical: And in spades. While he himself is a career criminal and shameless playboy, he absolutely refuses to allow any of his siblings to follow that path. More than once, he's roughed up his brothers for getting in trouble with their teachers or the police, and his sisters are afraid to tell him about any boyfriend they have, because of his tendency to scare them off by any means necessary. Anglophobe: He doesn' like the English. He acts polite, of course, and he's had more than his fair share of flings with English women, but he's never met an englishman he'd call a friend. God forbid one of his sisters get involved with one, either. Sexist: Of the "Women are more delicate and thus should have a different standard" variety. He feels women should be protected and looked after, and scoffs at concepts such as females in the police force and military. It's a bit of a cultural thing. |
| Likes | Dislikes |
Cigarettes: He chain smokes like a fiend. Nicotine is his one great solice in his day to day life, and actually becomes very bitter if he's made to go without his fix for more than a day. Asian Dishes: Having grown up in Mongolia and Hong Kong, he leans heavily towards asian cuisine over any other form of food. He'd rather go for shitty chinese take out than eat at an English family resteraunt, though he would much rather eat a proper meal. In particular, he's very fond of Mongolian dishes, especially anything his mother makes. Cooking: Having grown up in a poor family with a hard working mother, he learned to cook just to make her life easier. Even as an adult, he finds a sense of comfort and pride in cooking. Plus, considering his preference in food, and the fact that even though there are quality Chinese restaraunts there's not so much as a one man shop for Mongolian dishes, it's often the only way he can enjoy his own cultural cuisine. Slavs: Possibly the only Europeans he actually likes. Being from Mongolia, he grew up using the Cyrillic alphabet, and Russian is actually the secondary language of his homeland. They're certainly the only Europeans he'd ever allow his sisters to even think about being involved with. Dogs: Oh, absolutely. He's wanted to have a dog since he was a little boy, though he was never able to own one of his own. One of the few honest jobs he ever had growing up was taking care of dogs for those who had the space and money for them, and even to this day, he can't resist scratching behind a lovable pooche's ear. Women: His other addiction next to cigarettes. He's a natural flirt, shameless when it comes to sharing his bed, and has spent his fair share of money at the strip clubs. He sees nothing wrong with enjoying a woman's company, be it in a casual or intimate manner. He's even casually dated before, though those relationships never tend to get very far. Romance: Shockingly, he actually does believe in concepts like 'love' and 'monogamy', in spite of his promiscuous ways. In the rare chance he actually does have a relationship with a woman that's more than just flirting or sex, he can be quite affectionate and doting. | Sex Pigs: As hypocritical as it sounds, he hates those guys who try to push sex on women. Yes, he's been with enough women to warrant a medal from Genghis Khan himself, but he has never pushed or coerced. He also happens to see pretty much every boy who takes an interest in one of his sisters like this, even the ones more straight laced than he could ever dream of being. Being lumped in with the Chinese: Every. Single. Time. It annoys him to no end when people mistake him for Chinese. It's not like every single Asian is from China. He's actually never even stepped foot in the country, aside from Hong Kong. It was particularly bad in high school, when other students and even teachers would ask him for help with learning Mandarin, when he only speaks Cantonese. And of course, it seems like everyone thinks he knows kung-fu. He doesn't. He took a few martial arts classes, just to cover the basics of self defence, but that's it. Stop. Asking. Europeans: He has his bigotries, it's true. He doesn't consider himself a racist, they aren't lesser in his eyes, he's simply less inclined to like them than someone of Asian descent. Much of this actually stems from his disdain for the English in general, as that's the majority of European culture he's been subjected to. "Barry": He hates that nickname. Ganbaatar is apparantly much too complex for the standard puny English brain. He tolerates it, though, chalking it up to typical European ignorance. It's not that he hates nicknames, he's fond of 'Ganba', but 'Barry' is such an English sounding moniker. His siblings acting up: This gets to him rather easily. His main reason for getting into a life of crime was to make sure they could grow up decently, and by the Bhudda, he didn't bust his ass getting in trouble with the law so they could follow in his footsteps. Even so much as cutting up in school is enough for him to get angry with them, and he won't allow his sisters to get involved with any man or wear any kind of clothing he doesn't approve of. |
| Dreams | Fears |
Dreams go here. There are a minimum of three things your character must want to do. Can be in paragraph or list format. | Breaking his mother's heart: He loves his mother dearly, and knows how much it would crush her to know that her son is a career criminal. His siblings winding up like him: He doesn't want his brothers to stand on his side of the law. He would rather they become business men or doctors or even, crazy enough, police officers. He also worries for his sisters, constantly paranoid that they're going to be used by men or, Bhudda forbid it, become sexually active. Thunder: Not merely of the childish sort. He is actually astraphobic, and freezes up when he hears thunder. On such days, one will find him hiding under his covers or under his bed all together, curled up in a fetal position untill it stops. It's his greatest embarrassment, and he goes to great lengths to keep it from as many people as he can. |
| Background |
Ganbaatar was born in the nation's capital, Ulanbaatar. His parents were of the typical sort, his father a small time business man and his mother a loving house wife. Though Mongolian couples typically had many children, for the longest time, he was the only child of his household. It wasn't untill he was nine that his mother became pregnant with her second son, and, as if some sort of insane medical miracle, that was when the babies started popping out. Two brothers and two sisters, back to back. It was like his mother's womb was working in over time to make up for the nine years of vacancy. Unfortunately, as it turned out, supporting so many children was hard for his low salary father. And, as if the world was conspiring against his family, his father was struck by a car and killed. Ganbaatar was only an adolescent at the time. His youngest sister hadn't even been born yet. With no husband and no income, his mother found herself turning to family. Her sister had married into a Chinese family in Hong Kong, and it was there that she took her five young children. It was a difficult life, however, sharing a cramped apartment with his aunt. His mother worked in a small restaraunt to help support the household, but the hours were long, and the culture shock wasn't much help. His family only spoke Mongolian and Russian, and now they were in a city that spoke Cantonese, and needed to learn the language if they were going to have any semblance of a life. Ganbaatar tried to help his mother by doing little jobs after school, walking dogs and sweeping floors for grumpy old shop owners. However, what little money he made all went to helping with the food and bills. They didn't even have enough to buy any toys for his siblings. He couldn't stand the thought of his brothers and sisters going without any presents for their birthdays. So, a few days before his brother's fifth birthday, he tried to snatch a cheap toy from an open stall shop. He was clumsy, and the shopkeeper was onto him the moment he grabbed that cheap blue robot off the shelf. The chase was relatively short, and he found himself cornered at a dead end alley just next to a small restaraunt. His saving grace, however, came in the form of the restaraunt's owner, an older man who had been watching him from the front of his building. He came to Ganbaatar's rescue, claiming to be his uncle, apologizing for his 'nephew' and even paying the man the paltry fee it had cost for the toy to begin with. When the shop keeper left, he ruffled Ganbaatar's hair, and told him that if he was going to break the law, he needed to be good at it. Luckily, he happened to be looking for brave young men willing to do some less than honest work. He never learned the man's full name, he was simply told to call him "Uncle Fu". As it turned out, "Uncle Fu" was both the best and worst thing that ever happened to Ganbaatar. The kindly man gave his mother a job at his little restaraunt, offering much better hours and pay than her last job had, and even helped his family find their own apartment. Yet, he was also the man that started Ganbaatar on the path to real crime. Uncle Fu was the sort of man who recruited boys from hard off families and taught them how to cheat and steal. They would go out and steal, and he would fence whatever they took, taking a percentage of the money for himself. Even still, Ganbaatar was finally making something akin to actual money, much better than he'd ever made sweeping the floor. As he got older, the crimes became more serious. It went from petty thefts to small break ins and cons, and from those to extortions and even the occasional mugging. Uncle Fu had rivals in the forms of other small time criminals, and his own motely band of young delinquents found themselves in several minor scuffles over turf. In his eternal graciousness, to keep his workers and his turf safe, Fu paid for each boy to take basic self defense. Of course, the money was taken along with the fencing fee from everything they took, but too Ganbaatar, it was worth reducing the chance of getting his ass handed to him by some damn Chinese kid. He also took his first lessons in love and lust under Uncle Fu's tutelage. His criminal career in Hong Kong came to an end after four years of living there and working for Uncle Fu. He found it was getting harder and harder to help support his mother and siblings, with China's child limitation feeds weighing heavily on them as their own needs increased. In his final act of kindness, Uncle Fu helped him contact a Triad boss in London, who agreed to smuggle him and his family over and provide them with papers in return for a large debt. Confident that he could pay the unnamed debtor, Ganbaatar agreed. While he'd learned the ropes quickly in Hong Kong, he was totally out of his element in London, and barely six months into his new life, wound up in juvenile hall for petty theft. He spent the rest of his seventeenth year in that detention facility, but while there, he obtained everything he needed to continue his life of crime. Firstly, he learned proper English, something he'd never bothered to do in Hong Kong since for every person who spoke it there was at least ten who could translate it into Cantonese. Secondly, he met several other young men, either fresh off the boat or from immigrant parents, in for similar crimes. When he got out, he found himself in even steeper debt, outrageous interest rates being charged during his time in. He found work at a restaurant called the Jade Dragon, sometimes waiting tables, sometimes cooking, and usually doing far less legal work for "Big Brother Yao". It took him years to pay off the debt, and by that time, it was too late to change. His fate as a career criminal was sealed. But, he was fine by it. The money was good, enough to support himself and his family. |
| Role-Play Sample |
Ganbaatar frequented the Spe Amissa on a regular basis. It wasn't for the alcohol, though he found the beer here to be to his liking, chilled to just the right temperature. It wasn't for the people, though he had to admit, most of these Europeans weren't bad company, and were always quick to offer a light or a smoke. It wasn't even for the atmosphere, though he'd grown somewhat accustomed to the rambunctious crowd despite his more reserved and quiet preferences. No, the reason that Ganbaatar Borjingi frequented this testimony to British drunkeness and human vices was for work. The Spe Amissa was the career criminal's goldmine of information, if he knew how to look. And for someone who had been doing this as long as Ganbaatar, it was only a matter of time before he found his next payload. The Mongol sat at the bar, his half-smoked cigarette in hand as he listened to the chatter. There were a good deal of small heists going on, petty thefts, and minor scams, but nothing that particularly interested him at the moment. He was feeling edgy lately. He wanted something big. Something fit for a Triad Boss. He took a long drag off of his cigarette, moving his hand to flick the ashes into the ash tray. Amidst the sounds of drunken revelry, music, and hot blooded arguments that would soon turn to fist fights, the Mongol caught something that made his ears twitch. The Hope Diamond was being scheduled to change museums. Apparently, that hadn't sat well with one of the big shots in the richer parts of London. He'd been trying to buy the Diamond himself, just to be out bidded. To anyone else, it was nothing more than a subject for idle jabber. But for Ganbaatar, it was the sound of opportunity. "Excuse me," he called, raising two fingers to get the bartender's attention. "May I borrow your phone book?" With a shrug, the bartender produced the thick book from beneath the counter before going back to tend to his restless patrons on their mission to get completely smashed. Smiling, Ganbaatar flipped through the pages until he found the name he was looking for. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and quickly punched in the number. He waited through the phone ringing, his smile growing as someone picked up on the other end. "Yes, is this Mr. Ristani? It is? Wonderful. I am calling- No, sir, this is not a telemarketer, though I am calling to offer you a magnificent deal." Ganbataar's eyes gleamed behind his spectacles. "Tell me, Mr. Ristani, how badly do you want to acquire the Hope Diamond?" |
| OOC Information |
| Mon |
| PM |
| Can we do it? Yes we Khan! |
| Your dress is my Great Wall. |
| made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND |
