The story of Raijin
begins in 1944. His grand-father was a high ranking officer in the
Japanese Imperial Navy. He and some colleagues had been on leave for
a few days when they were flying back with a few of their favourite
concubines. Their plane crashed over a remote South Pacific
island. The marooned crew, after waiting months with no avail for a
rescue party, accepted their fate and began a thriving little colony
on the island. All throughout, word that the war was over never
reached the isolated island, and all boys born on the island were
trained to be elite warriors, in the strictest Bushido tradition.
Once re-connected to the war effort, these men would unleash swift
retribution unto any enemy. But rescue never came for Raijin's
father, and so when Raijin was born (like his father, he is named for
the God of Thunder), a new generation of warriors emerged.
Last year, a Japanese
whaling boat wandered upon the island whilst trying to avoid
Greepeace activists. The “scientists” aboard were astonished to
find the colony of almost sixty inhabitants, Raijin included.
Although raised in traditional Japanese fashion, Raijin was
completely unprepared for modern Japanese life. Once he got over the
fact that they had lost the war (kinda bursting a huge myth bubble of the
invincibility of the Japanese warrior), he is now trying to wrap his head around Hello Kitty,
amongst other things. He is seeing a shrink thrice weekly. After contemplating seppuku, he instead turned his physical prowess to dominating the Dance Dance Revolution. He's like a ninja at it.
