The Rahzgriz
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ICUP
I see you pee.
You just thought it was a fairly brainless joke from grade school did you not? Just another pointless one-liner that somehow managed to survive year after year after year and so on, and so forth. Well.... I had thought so too, just like you. Of course, as many things in life do, it yielded a sudden and surprising revelation that could almost change your entire outlook on life; Like Watergate or Roswell or the Transformers. It turned out to be another one of those things that, after the truth had been shown to you, you cannot help but look around at the people and places around you with a different mindset. I was like for a good twelve months or so after the cat came came out of the bag, so to speak.
ICUP
International Coalition of Underground Perverts.
That is right. ICUP actually turned out to be both a lame joke and an ancronym. Albeit, a sort of rough, slapped-together acronym, but still an acronym nonetheless. Much like Roosevelt's alphabet soup of new departments and services, this organization became better remembered by, if not completely remembered by, the letters that represented it. Kind of a fortunate turn of events, if you ask me. I mean, what kind of organization that actually included the word Pervert in its name would want to be remembered by its full title? None. Anyway, as time went on, the ICUP became an urban legend, despite the reality of it, and eventually became forgotten as just a dumb joke for grade schoolers. Whether this was meant to happen or not, it does not matter, since it allowed the Coalition to maintain its anonymity and secrecy, turning it into a kind of Secret Society, like Skull and Bones and the Freemasons.
Well there is your background. But now you are probably wondering what kind of an agenda an organization with this name does. Am I right? Of course I am right. The ICUP does not exactly have an agenda or plan like other Secret Socities. No plan for a New World Order. No agenda of controlling the world. No secret storehouse with the Ark of the Covenant in it. The ICUP is more a social club with a mission statement. Ironically, there is no way I could ever put this statement into words. I can only say the mission of the ICUP is to provide a community of people with similar interests. These interests can only be described as simple being a Pervert. Pimps. Players. Nymphos. Folks are just really horny altogether. Persons who just like to have fun. All sorts of people populate the ICUP's ranks. A lot of famous people. Some not-so-famous people. Leaders. Mostly ordinary people though. Then there's the legends who become what they are because of the ICUP.
People like me.
The name's Narye Matsuya. It's said like: nar-AY maut-SOO-ya. If you're too lazy to say my real name, you can call me by the nickname I've earned, Red Cap. The title is kind of two-fold. Some people call me that since I kind of went on a cherry-popping spree early on in my career. Though most people call me that because of my trademark hat: a maroon and white-hemmed beanie-hat-thing that I always wear on my hear, covering my eyes. When I say always, I mean all. The. Time. I compare it to most cartoon characters, since they always wear the same thing, except I it's just with my hat. And when I say it covers my eye, I mean the outer hem of the hat falls below my eyes, so no one ever sees them. A lot of people ask me if I can see because of that, and I can, it adds a kind of cartoony aspect to me. Alright, now for the rest of the description of yours truly. I stand a tad under six foot even, average athletic build, pretty average all around really. I mean, I definitely got so muscle tone, and it shows, since my occupation--If you can call it that--demands physical fitness.
Next up, my backstory. My dad's from Japan and an original member of the ICUP (Now before you get any misconceptions, neither me nor my dad are deficient in the ba-cock area, if you know what I mean), and my mother's California native. My dad immigrated over here when he had started to come out of his prime in the organization, and he finally had to retire from it after he fell in love with my mom. Fast forward through some details and then you got me. My life was pretty ordinary up until my mid-teens. That was when I found out about my dad's background. I remember having mixed feelings about that revelation. But after he explained himself, and detailed how the ICUP was not like the Mafia or Triad, I got really interested. Who was I to refuse an opportunity like that? I was a young and horny teen, there was really only one answer I could give. So I was initiated in and put through a kind of training, or apprenticeship rather. I proved to very talented and quickly gained the attention of some of the higher-ups. After the success of my first round of sessions, I graduated and was given my own set of "connections" and "contacts".
And thus began my career in the kind of job that many men wish they could have. Well..... I take that back. It's not exactly a job, I don't get paid for it or anything. I get tips from a lot of the girls and women I get with, but other than that..... Still, it's a great thing to do. I get benefits and special privileges at many, many institutions because my connections and underground fame. Speaking of which, my name as Red Cap has become a sort of an urban legend among the female sex, propagated by the women I have already been with, and my new set of business cards.
Now that that is all said and done, I can get to the present story. The ICUP needs manage their turf, so to speak, and I've been sent on a..... Mission(?) to re-establish their prominence in Sin City. Yup, I've been sent to fabulous Las Vegas. Free travel and reduced lodgings. It would almost be a vacation if I was not given an agenda to do. Albeit that agenda is essentially "have sex and make sure the name of Red Cap is known throughout Vegas".
((OOC: Looking for female(s) to be one of Narye's first marks. PM for information and sign-up))
I see you pee.
You just thought it was a fairly brainless joke from grade school did you not? Just another pointless one-liner that somehow managed to survive year after year after year and so on, and so forth. Well.... I had thought so too, just like you. Of course, as many things in life do, it yielded a sudden and surprising revelation that could almost change your entire outlook on life; Like Watergate or Roswell or the Transformers. It turned out to be another one of those things that, after the truth had been shown to you, you cannot help but look around at the people and places around you with a different mindset. I was like for a good twelve months or so after the cat came came out of the bag, so to speak.
ICUP
International Coalition of Underground Perverts.
That is right. ICUP actually turned out to be both a lame joke and an ancronym. Albeit, a sort of rough, slapped-together acronym, but still an acronym nonetheless. Much like Roosevelt's alphabet soup of new departments and services, this organization became better remembered by, if not completely remembered by, the letters that represented it. Kind of a fortunate turn of events, if you ask me. I mean, what kind of organization that actually included the word Pervert in its name would want to be remembered by its full title? None. Anyway, as time went on, the ICUP became an urban legend, despite the reality of it, and eventually became forgotten as just a dumb joke for grade schoolers. Whether this was meant to happen or not, it does not matter, since it allowed the Coalition to maintain its anonymity and secrecy, turning it into a kind of Secret Society, like Skull and Bones and the Freemasons.
Well there is your background. But now you are probably wondering what kind of an agenda an organization with this name does. Am I right? Of course I am right. The ICUP does not exactly have an agenda or plan like other Secret Socities. No plan for a New World Order. No agenda of controlling the world. No secret storehouse with the Ark of the Covenant in it. The ICUP is more a social club with a mission statement. Ironically, there is no way I could ever put this statement into words. I can only say the mission of the ICUP is to provide a community of people with similar interests. These interests can only be described as simple being a Pervert. Pimps. Players. Nymphos. Folks are just really horny altogether. Persons who just like to have fun. All sorts of people populate the ICUP's ranks. A lot of famous people. Some not-so-famous people. Leaders. Mostly ordinary people though. Then there's the legends who become what they are because of the ICUP.
People like me.
The name's Narye Matsuya. It's said like: nar-AY maut-SOO-ya. If you're too lazy to say my real name, you can call me by the nickname I've earned, Red Cap. The title is kind of two-fold. Some people call me that since I kind of went on a cherry-popping spree early on in my career. Though most people call me that because of my trademark hat: a maroon and white-hemmed beanie-hat-thing that I always wear on my hear, covering my eyes. When I say always, I mean all. The. Time. I compare it to most cartoon characters, since they always wear the same thing, except I it's just with my hat. And when I say it covers my eye, I mean the outer hem of the hat falls below my eyes, so no one ever sees them. A lot of people ask me if I can see because of that, and I can, it adds a kind of cartoony aspect to me. Alright, now for the rest of the description of yours truly. I stand a tad under six foot even, average athletic build, pretty average all around really. I mean, I definitely got so muscle tone, and it shows, since my occupation--If you can call it that--demands physical fitness.
Next up, my backstory. My dad's from Japan and an original member of the ICUP (Now before you get any misconceptions, neither me nor my dad are deficient in the ba-cock area, if you know what I mean), and my mother's California native. My dad immigrated over here when he had started to come out of his prime in the organization, and he finally had to retire from it after he fell in love with my mom. Fast forward through some details and then you got me. My life was pretty ordinary up until my mid-teens. That was when I found out about my dad's background. I remember having mixed feelings about that revelation. But after he explained himself, and detailed how the ICUP was not like the Mafia or Triad, I got really interested. Who was I to refuse an opportunity like that? I was a young and horny teen, there was really only one answer I could give. So I was initiated in and put through a kind of training, or apprenticeship rather. I proved to very talented and quickly gained the attention of some of the higher-ups. After the success of my first round of sessions, I graduated and was given my own set of "connections" and "contacts".
And thus began my career in the kind of job that many men wish they could have. Well..... I take that back. It's not exactly a job, I don't get paid for it or anything. I get tips from a lot of the girls and women I get with, but other than that..... Still, it's a great thing to do. I get benefits and special privileges at many, many institutions because my connections and underground fame. Speaking of which, my name as Red Cap has become a sort of an urban legend among the female sex, propagated by the women I have already been with, and my new set of business cards.
Now that that is all said and done, I can get to the present story. The ICUP needs manage their turf, so to speak, and I've been sent on a..... Mission(?) to re-establish their prominence in Sin City. Yup, I've been sent to fabulous Las Vegas. Free travel and reduced lodgings. It would almost be a vacation if I was not given an agenda to do. Albeit that agenda is essentially "have sex and make sure the name of Red Cap is known throughout Vegas".
((OOC: Looking for female(s) to be one of Narye's first marks. PM for information and sign-up))
