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Name: Hashirama Senju (Just call him Senju its easier)
Age: 30
Sexuality: That is a bit on the iffy side. Heterosexual although... there was that one incident.
Role in company: Runs Angel's Hell. Like a Boss.
Background History: Hashirama Senju was born into this world 30 years ago in Kyoto, living in the more quieter side of Japan surrounded by all the natural beauty of the land. He lives with his mother, father and younger brother, neither of them overly spoilt but they had the means to live comfortably. During his childhood he loved the countryside, playing with his brother out in the meadows, impatiently waiting for hana-mi to witness the once a year treat where the flowers would fall from the trees like snow. It was nature overall that he was enthralled and hypnotized by mostly the trees. They were so much fun to climb and play in, build cubbies. He even was convinced that he could talk to them and hear their thoughts.
His life was then determined and set. He was going to study Environmental Science. It was the natural choice, even had his school picked up and everything. Then his parents divorced. That totally blew out that idea at least for his choice of school, shipped back and forth between America to live with his father and Japan to live with his mother periodically. Doing the back and forth bounce was hard getting adjusted every year sometimes 6 months, ping pong kids. What a fun game. When he came down to finishing off his schooling, he applied for universities in America to study as he learnt they actually had the better courses over there instead of Japan, now officially able to go out and be on his own. Just as long as it didn't kill him.
It turned out that higher educational studying over in America was completely different to what was in Japan. To get into university there was countless hours of studying, preparation, more studying, more studying and did I mention studying? To be granted a position into higher learning was something that you strive to accomplish if you had your mind and heart set on it which many these days in Japan had not. Positions weren't so readily available but in America, it was like they let in every random off the street to throw a degree at them regardless if they put the work into it. Taking from what he was taught back home, Senju worked himself to the limit to make sure that the funding his parents had been saving for was not squandered and wasted while sacrificing the social nightlife that most of the others had. In the end, that tactic had paid off as one night studying in the library, he had met the girl of his dreams. Now head over heels love at first sight wasn't something that he believed in until he met her. His dream was sitting a couple of desks across from him scribbling down some notes from the text book, tucking her hair innocently behind her ear, moving onto the killer combo of chewing on her pencil.
That was the first time he took his nose out of the book and thought about enjoying this momentous gift bestowed upon him called college, going over and taking to her that in the end had the two of them going out for drinks that weekend. Drinks lead onto dinner, dinner lead onto more drinking, drinking lead to drunk hot sex and then finally dating. Through the remainder of college the two of them dated, Senju was completely smitten for her and she was the same. Before graduation had come, he had arranged to take her away to the beach for the weekend where he had planned everything down perfectly including the warm camp fire on the water front with blanket, hand feeding her all the delightful tastes he could find. That was the night he got down on his knees and proposed to her, wanting to take her as his wife. The wait for the response seemed like forever as he held position down on one knee but it was only mere moments before she cried out yes, she would be the future Mrs Senju.
Marriage was not something that they were going to rush into, deciding to wait until graduation was finished until they got married but she was already talking about children and having a big family. The idea was great or so he thought, everyone wanted to have children at one point but after going through 4 years of studying there was more important things on his mind than going out and having kids like finding a job. Putting those college degrees to good use. She wanted to move to Japan and live over there to experience where he had come from and all the jazz, thinking it would be the perfect place to raise a family. Obviously, she did not know what Japan was like. Cramped, small, limited on the amount of kids you could actually have. Next thing he knew the wedding date was almost upon them and he was being dragged out to a good old fashion bucks party in none other than Reno. The money flowed freely, the women were flocking in offering up lap dances to the poor sucker who was about to give his life away. Everything hit him pretty quickly after the 9th - 10th drink. He was about to be tied down for the rest of his life becoming a live at home father with the kids constantly crying and pooping, puking up over his clothes like the little monsters they were. Maybe that is why he did it. Okay really at that point, he thought it was more some American tradition.
Movies had told him that on this wild bucks night you were meant to go out and get the last piece off ass in that you would ever get, stumbling about on the streets after his... well he had lost count what he had drunk for the night but there she was. His last taste of freedom. It was going to be so simple just hand over the money, go to a hotel or something and wham bam all said and done but this prostitute was a little pricey. Very pricey. The amount she was asking for was somewhat ridiculous for just what 30 minutes if he could even keep it up that long with the alcohol content in his body, yet stupidly he continued to rise to to the price she was asking until it was in the bag. He had scored himself a fine piece of ass. Well to cut it short, it kind of when radically downhill from there after being caught by the very guys who had taken him out for his celebration in a very compromising position. It turned out in the end that finding a whore was not part of the American tradition as the movies had said, nor was finding a male prostitute. Somehow he went from having great sex to sprawled out on the hotel bed, somehow rescued after all was said and done and dragged back to the hotel to sleep it off, waking up the next day around lunch time with a hangover and unfortunately, 100% recollection of what happened that night.
Ohh. That would explain why that fine ass was so damn tight.
This was never to be talked about again... until he found out that apparently hookers did house calls now. Oh but this hooker was not exactly the cheap $50 blow job type but it was the one from that night in Reno. It did not take very long for his fiance to find out what he had done, actually thanks to his happy hooker friend, he explained every little detail very thoroughly to her that certainly put to the end of their engagement with what he wished was a slap in the face, no no no, that was too easy. That girl was able to punch like no woman could before. Senju might have been having second thoughts about going through with it but it was in no intention that he wanted to subject her to that. It would have been for the best, she was way too controlling anyway.
After the smoke had cleared it was just the two of them left. Everything started to come to the light when the prostitute was revealed not to exactly be a prostitute by his definition. Not at all. He was the owner of a large adult film industry and soon to be upcoming brothel, not that it made a different to Senju except for one thing... he owed him a very large sum of promised money for that one night. Needless to say for the amount he foolishly said he would pay, he did not have which posed a problem. This man was apparently a generous one and offered him the chance to work for him to pay off the money that he owed him. He was pretty sure that his life was not meant to end up surrounded by dozens of naked women at a time walking by him, he was pretty sure that if this guy tracked him down to just get some ridiculous fee that would have been pocket change to him by the large scale of the company he owned then he meant serious business. Errr. He was pretty much jobless now.
Instead of trying to put up a fight and make all the excuses under the sun about why he should be sucked into owing him a debt when technically, the job was not finished, Senju decided what the hell. Nothing wrong with being surrounded with all of those boobs and he took some management classes for general electives so he could make this work. The money would be worked off in no time.
That was 6 years ago...
Personality, Likes & Dislikes: Just like the Japanese cliche of the typical gentle soul that likes to sit down and meditate daily, smoke some kind of pipe and give great words of Confucius since the morons are always confused and assume every Japanese person is really Chinese, however that aside, Senju fits to that outlook that people have. He doesn't smoke a pipe although he does love to have the smoothing mind numbing relaxation hit of a cigarette from time to time but he is a calm, cool headed man that likes to stay one step ahead and plot for anything that comes his way. He is a gentle soul that you would think in his position of management, would get him walked over and treated like dirt by the headstrong employees under his control. Not exactly.
Senju can either be your best friend or he can be your worst enemy. If you treat him well then he will treat you the same in return. Do onto others are you want done onto you. If you are wanting advice about anything ranging from where is the vending machines to is that supposed to be red? then he will genuinely help you out the best that he can. If you want to sit down and talk he will. He will coach you if he thinks you are having a problem coping in the place because while he has not actively been involved in participating in what makes his company successful, he has seen many people going through that could not take the pressure. A little insider tip or two if you want to stay around and bring in the real money.
And don't be afraid to call him by his surname. Most people have problems pronouncing his first name so he doesn't mind and he is Japanese after all. He is used to it.
During the quiet times that he rarely gets to himself, Senju gets the most spiritual relaxation and fulfillment by tending to bonsai trees that he had so delicately cultivated and tended to since the younger days of his life. Trees always fascinated him, he loved to climb them, sleep up against them and as time moved on and he went off to university you could not just randomly climb a tree any more without looking like a fool. So what better than to take the next step. His first bonsai tree came to him to school with the most peculiar looks, typical Asian Mr Miyagi stereotype there which coped him a lot of flack, even when he took up Gardening Club it got him labeled as a sissy pansy gay boy... there was no honor in fighting over something so trivial. Until they broke into his dorm room and smashed it by giving it a nice parting present outside of a window. Senju was livid. Do or say what against him but do not hurt the bonsai trees. They take so much time to cultivate and one little impact can disrupt a generation of work. Needless to say this he did not take quietly to and the culprits knew never to touch his beloved trees again.
Sometimes if you are out late at night at the offices when all is peaceful and quiet, if you hide yourself well, you can sometimes see Senju off in the distance watering the garden. He should make a mental note to fire that gardener for doing such a terrible job.
Besides the defiling and mistreatment of trees, the only real dislike he has in his lovely place is Madara. This was not fueled by their meeting oh not at all. This has developed over years of headbutting with him over how everything is ran to personal bickering. It is not exactly a dislike, it's just a love/hate oh-why-won't-you-just-stick-to-your-side-of-the-place relationship where at times he can respect the man for the choices and decisions that he makes when it comes to running a company of this scale but most of the time, he just one of those annoying boogers in your nose that you can not dig in far enough to pick and flick away. He is the annoying overgrown child that won't grow up so you want to bitch slap him around some and then some more just so he will wise the fuck up and act his age. He is the piece of meat that looks so good but when you taste it, it is so vile that you want to spit it back out onto the plate but your mother still forces you to re-eat it.
Actually, he is probably the closest friend he has, he would stick by him and prove loyal to him no matter how many times he threatens to leave and that is just sad.
