Welcome to Tokyo, Japan. January, 1991. The world has entered the technology era, portable phones, home computers, internet, video games. Japan quickly became the epicenter of the latest and greatest. Companies and factories flourished. Where money was, people followed. And while many rose to live a comfortable, happy, and delightful life from this new found money... Others did not. You see, money has this effect on people that can't be outdone. People will do anything for it. And when it starts slipping into the wrong hands, it's impossible to stop. Benethe the day time laborers and the double-shift workers, a seedy underbelly of syndicates exists. Narctics, black market, organized crime, money laundering, you name it and it's been growing as fast as the upper world economy. While many do it just to stay alive, there's those who make it their posh lifestyle. Either way, there's only one question. What would you do if the money was good enough?
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[attr="class","text-area"] Masaru Yori entered the clinic with a thick leather case in hand. He wore a matching pair of gray; both suit and slacks well ironed and cleaned. The young man approached the desk upfront, laid his leather briefcase atop and rummaged through to retrieve one of his forged identifiers. "Hey, uh..." He leaned against the counter, maintaining eye contact with the female receptionist. "I'm here to fill in for doctor-" He paused, looked up at the wall of plaques and certificates displayed behind the counter, took note of a name, and continued with his statement. "-Kamamura, I'm a colleague of his, yes. I'm doc Jiro, Mayuri Jiro from the Yamato Mental Health Clinic in Shibuya. I was wondering if he said anything about me, you know, filling in for today?" [break][break]
After a few more minutes of both flattery and deception, finally, the receptionist had been convinced. Yori entered the head psychiatrist's office following the blonde receptionist's lead. With a smile, the young man dismissed the woman who then promptly returned to her desk. His courteous smile turning mischievous as he sat on the large oaken desk, shoving Kamamura's name plaque aside; he knew for a fact he'd be late, after all, Yori did slash the poor man's tires the night before it all. [break][break]
With no one around to see him, Yori opened his leather briefcase and took out a smaller leather case from within, one filled with tools seemingly used for lockpicking. He rubbed both hands together and plucked a pick or two, slowly forcing the desk drawers open; hoping to find official checks and other knickknacks that might help him amass more cash.
Doctor, lawyer, pilot, engineer, architect, CEO; you name it, any respectable profession under the sun and he had it covered once at the very least. Legitimately? Not at all, sadly. Yori found out at a rather young age that it's far more easy to forge certifications than to actually earn them. A perfect example, and perhaps the very embodiment of the phrase 'fake it 'till you make it'. The young man went by many names, infiltrating various fields, forging checks, cracking bank accounts; all this contributing for his newly amassed wealth. [break][break]
Masaru Yori had an early start at a life of crime. He grew up with his father, a renowned forger. His father made all sorts of deals with various individuals; the shadier they were, the more they were willing to pay. His father eventually took the consequence of his profession, taking a bullet after an unsatisfactory deal with unsavory figures. Left to his own, Yori knew he had the need to act on his own, thankfully, young Yori learned from the best. The young man forged himself his own ID, enlisting himself on a private school where he managed to learn a great deal. Yori topped in his class, surprisingly, though it never lasted. Eventually, Yori had been caught by the school authorities; despite the child's intellect and potential, Yori had been denied of his diploma and any further opportunity to study.[break][break]
Instead of entering yet another school, young Yori forged his own certifications and credentials, eventually using these to apply for a law firm without the need for him to take any exam. He learned all he had to through movies, shows, books, and recorded court trials; picking up jargons and whatnot to make himself sound more convincing for his lies. Having access to the firm's resources, Yori had then been able to forge salary checks for himself; amassing himself his first few wads of cash. [break][break]
All this went through in an almost repetitive cycle, infiltrating various new businesses and professions to gradually pilfer money off of them. As time went by the young man sought for more thrill, enjoying time and time again as he would pull off his ingenious schemes. The more he grew, the more risks he took. He didn't fear for himself whilst conducting his little schemes; so long as he had the confidence to pull it off then he'll pull it off, or so he says. [break][break]
