I have no parents; I make the Heavens and the Earth my parents.
I have no home; I make the Tan T'ien my home.
I have no divine power; I make honesty my Divine Power.
I have no means; I make Docility my means.
I have no magic power; I make personality my Magic Power.
I have neither life nor death; I make A Um my Life and Death.
I have no body; I make Stoicism my Body.
I have no eyes; I make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.
I have no ears; I make Sensibility my Ears.
I have no limbs; I make Promptitude my Limbs.
I have no laws; I make Self-Protection my Laws.

I have no strategy; I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.
I have no designs; I make Seizing the Opportunity by the Forelock my Designs.
I have no miracles; I make Righteous Laws my Miracle.
I have no principles; I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle.
I have no tactics; I make Emptiness and Fullness my Tactics.

I have no talent; I make Ready Wit my Talent.
I have no friends; I make my Mind my Friend.
I have no enemy; I make Incautiousness my Enemy.
I have no armour; I make Benevolence my Armour.
I have no castle; I make Immovable Mind my Castle.
I have no sword; I make No Mind my Sword.


Destiny? What is this word? Is this a word to damn men to live lives they do not want? Or is it a word to provoke defiance? To a man like the wildhawke, it is very much the latter. He is dark, he is mysterious, he is an artists, he is a warrior...

TheWildhawke was born 27 years ago in Bettystown Ireland. His mother died during childbirth. The small town was filled with her relatives and they all blamed his father for her death. They never liked him all that much anyway, and now, they drove him from Ireland, along with his Infant son. TheWildhawke's father sought refuge in the USA, in Florida. There, he met a young Japanese woman, Yohko, who was a student at the University of Florida on an education Visa. TheWildhawke was two years old when Yohko discovered she was pregnant, what she didn't know was that she was pregnant with twins. Yohko and The three moved to Japan, and on the boat over, Yohko gave birth to the twins on the boat, one boy, Ryu, and one girl, Kairi.

The five of them, despite the number of them, made a good home, and lived in an apartment in Osaka. The sleeping arrangements were tight, but they were happy. Hawke excelled in school, as did his siblings. Many times though, he was regarded as a disciplinary problem, having to act as big brother to his two half white siblings, getting into fights with kids at school. Eventually, Hawke and Ryu would end up in a middle school gang. This was quite a feat, being the only white kids at their school.

One day, the gang vandalized an older Gentleman's house, and were found out, and most of them got away. Save one, TheWildhawke.

'Lemme go, ossan!' Hawke said in perfect japanese as he struggled in the man's grasp.

'You're going to fix the damage to my house, you little Gaijin shitstain, or I'm going to find you. You be back here tomorrow to get to work...' The large man said. Hawke wriggled free, and ran off.

'FUCK YOU, OSSAN!' "Fuck you" being some of Hawke's favorite english words.

That night, when Hawke got home, he saw an ambulance, and his now adoptive 'mother' frantic. The Ambulance pulled away, and he walked over, wondering what was happening. Yohko gathered a few things, and with her kids in tow, they walked for the Hospital, which was luckily not too far away.

They all watched over the Patron of the family, Hawke's father, in his intensive care unit as his life slipped away. Hawke's father was a smoker, and had developed Lung Cancer and Angina. Yohko had cried herself to sleep at the edge of her husband's bed, the two younger siblings were asleep in chairs, leaving Hawke alone by his old man's bedside. It finally happend, he died at 1:46 am, on Hawke's 13th birthday.

The next day, the day after his birthday, Hawke showed up at the ossan's house, to fix the damage done by his gang of miscreants. The ossan was suprised by this...

'Why did you come here, Gaijin?' He crossed his arms...

'My Dad died two nights ago, I don't want him to look down from heaven and see a miscreant...'

'Hmmm... Get to work.'

To fix all of the damage took about a week. The ossan saw something in the kid, and offered him a job. After clearing it with his high school. The ossan's name was Hanzo, and he was a master swordsmith, and he wanted to pass down his skills, so the teachings of old would not be lost. In additon to sword making, Hanzo also taught Hake how to use the swords, and about bushido. Hawke was a quick study, and was a fine sword maker within a year. The income that Hawke was making was almost completely enough to support the family of four.

About a month after his 15th birthday, a man came knocking. He was a muscular Japanese man with a shaved head, and The Demon Dragon logoon the back of his leather Jacket. He sat with Yohko, discussing something, the heat of the comversation escalating, Hawke noticed and he walked closer...

The man stood up, whipped out a butterfly knife taking a slice at Yohko. Hawke jumped in the way, the knife slicing into his cheek below the eye. The man lunged at Yohko once more. This time, even though he was mostly blinded, hawked grabbed the knife, and in the insanity, the man was stabbed in the belly. The man, bleeding profusely, grinned, and punched Hawke in the stomach. Hard. Hawke's world went black.

Hawke woke up to a dark room, and the smell of hot rice on the floor. There was roughhousing going on in the next room, and Hawke knew that he was not at home. This went on for about a week, until a the door opened, a hood was thrown over Hawke's head, and he was thrown into a car. When the hood was removed, he was on the property of a top boss of The Demon Dragons: Youkai the Red Fist. Youkai stood before Hawke. He was an older man, just slightly younger than Hanzo, and standing next to him was the man that Hawke had stabbed. They were both covered in tattoos, evidenced by their open Jackets.

'Before it was only money that your father owed, and we were only going to take that from you.' Youkai said, in perfect English. 'Now you owe us blood.'

Hawke quivered a bit... looking up at the men. 'Please don't hurt my family...' He looked to the ground, bowing his head... 'Onegaimasu..'

A sword was held to Hawke's neck, and a question was asked. 'Is this your work?'

'What?'

'Did you make this sword?' Indeed he had. The sword he was now threatened with was his finest work, and it was quite a sword. Many swordsmiths work years to create such a weapon. He never knew quite who the clients were, and didn't much care, as long as he could provide for his family.

'Not bad for a Gaijin. Someone who could make this has the heart of a Nihonjin, so I can't bring myself to simply kill you. You will never see your family again though. If you try to escape, not only are you dead, so is your family.'

Hawke could do nothing. He worked for the dragons as a swordsmith, making replicas of ceremonial swords. Mostly for the Dragon Higher ups, others he knew not what for. They provided him with training in firearms, and put to use his fighting skills and skills with a sword. He eventually became an enforcer, and worked up the Ranks of the Dragons. They were a biker gang, so they taught him how to ride, and he was damned good at that too.

In his 18th year, he was a high ranking and well respected member of the Dragons, and he garnered the respect of all his peers, and underlings. Some of the new recruits dared challenge the fact that Hawke was not Japanese, but quickly learned that this was not smart.

Hawke took one fresh recruit under his wing. His sixteen year old brother, Ryu. He was happy to see his brother join, because it meant that he was able to see his family again. Through Ryu, he learned that Yohko was devastated by losing contact with Hawke, and that Kairi was doing well in school, and was bound for the whatever university she chose. To commemorate this, he made two Identical swords, one whith the kanji for 'Heaven' on the blade, which he gave to his brother, and one Identical with the kanji 'Earth'.

Eventually, Hawke and Ryu grew close to Youkai the Red Fist. Ryu was a moneymaker for the Dragons, and when ever the Dragons were shorted, Hawke was a money recoverer. Being a good team in that respect earned them high places in the Boss's eyes. The boss wasn't long for this world, however, and he revealed to them that the future of the Dragons was in their hands. When Hawke was twenty, Youkai died, and new leaders were to be decided on...

A council decided that Ryu would be best to lead the Dragons. Though Hawke was clearly more qualified, what sort of syndicate would garner respect in Japan if it was lead by a Gaijin, even one with the notariety of TheWildhawke. Hawke wasn't even angered by this, he knew it was best.

Hawke saw less and less if Ryu, who was now known as Youkai Ryu, having cast off his Gaijin surname. His white roots weren't that apparant, and he looked mainly Japanese, so it was never disputed.

Unbeknownst to Hawke, there were those in the organization who still thought it a joke that they had to be outranked by this round eye, and came up with a plan to oust him from the Dragons. They framed him for embezzlement, and brought it to Ryu's attention.

Rather than kill his brother, Ryu gave Hawke the chance to flee. His bike and his belongings were shipped to America, specifically, The City.

Hawke started a custom weaponry shop in The City, called Violent Art. His style work is unparalleled, and the quality is masterful. It wasn't long before renegade Dragons came to America, recruiting American bikers as well as other nationalities under the Demon Dragon banner. They met up with Hawke, looking to him to take over leadership of the Dragons. An eighteen year old wildchild by the name of Aaron caught his eye. He knew though, claiming leadership of the Demon Dragons would bring The City, and the people he grew to love there suffering at the hands of Youkai Ryu.

Eventually, Ryu did come. He strutted up and down the streets as if he owned them, and openly started wars with other gang members. He even got himself shot, ending up in inensive care for six months. When he recovered... He was gunning for TheWildhawke...

It was a particularly dark night that night, and the two met in the parking lot behind what was then the Avalon club. They were surrounded by Dragons, both the true nihonjin loyal to Ryu, as well as the international supergang that wanted to be lead by Hawke. The stakes that Ryu layed down was leadership od the Dragons. Steel clashed, sparks flew in a masterful display.

Youkai Ryu's head lay at TheWildhawke's feet.

TheWildhawke was now the leader.

Recently, TheWildhawke disbanded the Demon Dragons, and that slice that the Yakuza was getting has dried up. The Demon Dragons did a lot, Drugs, Protection, Enforcement, money laundry... many money making ventures. I was wondering if we could start a few storylines involving Hawke.

What are scars? Scars are stories, unless you dwell upon them, then they become grudges...