Nao Chiba

Nao Chiba, UK-born, 34 yo. NB (he/they), professional bodyguard

[chibanao]

NAO CHIBA: 34 years old, freelance bodyguard, non-binary he/they, rude and protective and very charming. Originally from the UK, moved to Roswell when he was 14. Always looking for more meaningful connections. Martial Arts fighter, fluent in Japanese. Lives in Greystone Complex.  penned by Nico

BIOGRAPHY (summary)

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Born in the UK to a lesbian couple, Chiba grew up in a cold country while his mother tried her best to show him all the cultures from Asia, making him value where he came from and the area where his mother had lived all her life till she came to the UK. When he was fourteen, his mothers moved to Roswell, taking Chiba and his sibling with them, much to his annoyance. He became a teacher first, teaching Martial Arts and Japanese, found a girl he was head over heels in love with, and when she became pregnant it was the best time of his life. However, after losing their baby twice, the world completely fell apart. They broke up, Chiba quit his job, and he started working as a bodyguard instead.

WANTED PLOTS

For someone to have a good conversation with. Chiba is still hung up on his ex, even four years later. He’s always looking for someone to have a good conversation with. Like in the Before series. (TAKEN BY MIA, NORA, open to more)

Someone to bodyguard. Chiba now lacks a client. If you are rich or need a bodyguard, please hire? 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Good friends who can reminisce about life with him

Non-binary friends who understand then struggles of being misgendered

A crush (long-term plot), someone he REALLY gets along with

People who knew him back when he was a teacher (4 years back)

Friends because he’s a regular at their establishments. 

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

Ex: NPC

Sister: WC

Roommate: Avery

Friends: Fletcher, Mia, Jaden

Talked once with at a bar now wants to talk more with: Nora

Unlikely friend: Rose, Ender, Winter

Other non-binary palls: Elliot

Hung up on their exes club: Mia

Fight club: Fletcher

Body to guard: OPEN

[chibanao]

norahqs​:

“yes, you do. i like it” she replies, giggling at his words, “thank-you” she was starting to feel more at ease now he was here. chiba sits down next to her, she passes over the drink menu towards him, she steals a glance and yes, he does look very handsome, “i’d recommend the strawberry daiquiri” that’s what nora was drinking right now, it was actually quite tasty. “oh, all these people? i brought them along for some moral support, just in case i embarrass myself tonight” nora jokes. 

Chiba smiled, brightly, perhaps with the smallest of blushes, but it was nice, to be complimented, to be forcefully reminded that he was good looking. He accepted the menu and took a look at the first few things on the list when Nora recommended something. “Strawberry daiquiri, that sounds far beyond my taste palet, so I’ll have that,” he said, grinning her way, before waving down a waiter and making his order. He chuckled at her joke, impressed by it. “That is adorable, I am impressed, I wish I had come up with such a smart ploy,” he joked in return. “What if I embarrass myself? Will they look away?”

[chibanao]

breannesamaya​:

“Old fashioned college professors.” Breanne sighed. The repulsion some of them had for modern technology made her soul leave her body in the worst way. “The amount of times I’ve woken up in a cold sweat worried I forgot to print something out. I deserve financial compensation.” Apple juice and alcoholic beverages seemed like a good time. And whatever else they could pick up and sneak in. “Sounds like a party to me.”

“Ah,” he said with a nod. Chiba shook his head at image of old college professors using printers. “Don’t all colleges these days have those cool interactive boards? If not, they should,” he said. “Agreed, especially when you actually have to go to a print shop to get things printed, you should be compensated for the costs of that too,” he said. “A party it is then!”

[chibanao]

dreamrcse​:

“yeah, of course! but i can only do it with fries i really like. if it’s mediocre fries, it makes me gag,” rose hummed, her head cocking to the side just a touch. one drunken night had led her to try making the treat with a bag of frozen fries baked in the oven, and the resulting disaster had ended with her dumping everything in the trash, unwilling to even attempt to try eating it again.

“Aw, you poor thing,” Chiba said with a grin. Luckily he didn’t have that problem in particular, though he had plenty weird things he couldn’t eat. “Pancakes with sambal?” He asked, an amused look, because very few people had ever tried this one. “Not the thick fluffy american pancakes though,” he said. “Though it works with those as well.”

[chibanao]

colorbops​:

“Are you Scottish?” While Anton may have had but a crumb’s worth of contact with folks from across the pond, it’s never been enough to fine tune his ear into recognising the nuances of individual accents (let alone dialects). He only asks because of the facts given, not to mention the other’s supposed piqued interest in that vast lake’s somewhat unbelievable– in Anton’s humble and unspoken opinion –case. Then again, he supposes now, perhaps it oughtn’t be met with such skepticism, not when he’d been speaking about the mystery of deep sea critters not moments ago.

Chiba shook his head. “I wish,” he said. Though he did like it, someone actually asking if he was from a country where he was from and not the ancient old question ‘are you chinese?’. “England, specifically Brighton,” he said, winking. “Not the best city, but a delight nonetheless. It’s…. Well, it’s closer to London than to Scotland,” he said, not sure if the other was familiar with the map of the island. “My mom’s sister moved to Glasgow when she was younger, she does have the perfect Scottish accent now, fun to listen to.”

[chibanao]

fletcherliu​:

he was an acquired taste . he was marmite , caviar , cilantro ; not many people thought of fletcher as anything more than a stuck-up rich kid , somebody who cosied up in his gated community and sipped spirits from his rooftop . part of that was true — the male was comfortable , and he certainly preferred his own company to that of other humans , but chiba was the only exception . even the act of agreeing to go for a drink , to spending time in a dive such as this ( where he was sure he’d return home with some sort of venereal disease ) it was made all the more bearable by present company . it seemed that was what his life had become , a string of pit-stops made possible by the filter of good people that had peppered the surface of his armour . 

“ bestie ?? what are we , twelve year old girls ?? “ the male scoffed , an inherent need to take the discussion down a peg or two to avoid the two crying whiskey tears on each other’s shoulders , slurring about how much they loved each other , how they needed one another to navigate through each day . being emotionless was easier , a blanched slate without mark nor blemish , a form of protection outside his dress blues and machine guns . shielding his lips with the lip of the glass , he commented with a slight twist of his mouth ; “ got your back too , buddy . “

“Oh, we are definitely twelve year old girls,” Chiba said, taking another sip as well, as if to solidify his statement on top of Fletcher’s. It was possibly easier if they were two twelve year olds, actually talking about their feelings and making up stories and being happier. Instead their way of dealing came down to booze, fights, and more booze. The alcohol numbing the soul one step at a time. Though Chiba always sought a way out, always saw it as just a small obstacle, that with every drink, he was quicker to deciding he wanted to live for something again. 

“Aww,” Chiba said, grinning from ear to ear, far too much alcohol in his system. “See, we are twelve year old girls.”

[chibanao]

enderbaptista​:

“ you’ll have to take me there some day . that rock sounds to die for , “ for some , america was the pinnacle . for those that had made the leap and had transitioned from a life before the world-dominating powerhouse , it was easier to see the fallibilities in such a society ; ender was often rolling her eyes and tutting at the mess that was where she now lived . not only that , but she hadn’t ever felt such a pressing threat to her wellbeing and right to , well , anything , as a woman . in an ideal world she would pack up her belongings and return , to don the beret and circle the catacombs as she once had done , but then what ?? would she have failed , returning to the very place she had left behind to find her louboutin-adorned feet ?? “ stage fright ?! “ ender yelped , a playful thud against chiba’s arm as they walked , “ as if !! i was born to be on the stage . it’s so you don’t twirl on your heels and go straight back to the bar , or to that one — “ a finger pointed to the luminescence of planet 7 up the street from the town’s resident dive bar . “ — it’s ammunition . “ 

Chiba chuckled at the rock, but nodded regardless, he hadn’t been back in years, but it was about time to go. About time to have that experience again, to see what his old home looked like after all these years. “Definitely, not the best city on the planet… but it has a vibe,” he said. “It just… I don’t know, I always feel different when I am back in Brighton, like I can walk everywhere and find my way home.” He laughed at the comment, shaking his head at the word ammunition. He was too drunk to understand the train of thought, but just the talking was enough to make it seem like he was listening, bobbing his head. “Alright, alright, you’re trying to keep me focused.”

[chibanao]

roswellwinter​:

a giggle escaped winter’s lips, her head shaking just a touch before her head fell to the side. “tahini, you know- the- sauce or whatever that usually comes with falafel? or, at least, it’s always come with it in the places i’ve ordered falafel. i think it’s made from like sesame or something? i don’t remember. i’ve never asked - i’m easy to please, if someone hands me something and it tastes good, i’ll eat it without asking too many questions. s’why i’d be terrible in a disney movie. all those poison apples floating around…”

“I usually only get hummus with my fallafel, or perhaps I don’t pay enough attention to it, I will starting now.” Chiba laughed. “Oh same, if it looks good, I will devour it, no questions asked. I would probably be eaten by a witch,” he said. “From eating too many candies, a whole house of them.”

[chibanao]

dreamrcse​:

rose’s nose scrunched up playfully at the mention of a workout - for as petite as she was, she certainly wasn’t the type to go to the gym or anything of the sort, usually tending to just do laps in her apartment complex’s pool whenever the weather permitted. otherwise? being on her feet all day for a shift at the crashdown was enough of a workout for her, personally. “ooh, i always tend to go for poutine when i’ve been drinking - something about the gravy and the cheese curds, you know? and, like, sloppy joe’s. i once put mac’n’cheese on a pizza when i was drunk, that was pretty good. i’m definitely the ‘weird food combo’ kind of drunk.”

Chiba couldn’t help but laugh again. He’d had poutine once, not really his thing, it felt like more of the same, and mac’n’cheese and pizza sounded a bit too much for him. Too much cheese. He was more of a meat eater anyway. “Sounds like it? Fries in milkshake? Ever had that?” He asked, now they were talking about weird food combinations anyway, why not continue. Despite it making him very hungry. Even with the cupcake there.

[chibanao]

colorbops​:

Anton’s brows shoot up to his bleached hairline. “It sucks!” he echoes through a laugh, hand raising to dust a light and pensive touch over the corner of his mouth, knuckles pressing there before his digits lower to rub over the curls adorning his jaw and chin. “I guess. I mean, I’m personally more’f a whiskey person. Or cider. Cider’s fire. Y’ever had that? So dope.” A few machines down, a middle-aged man is shoving his body halfway into a washer, coins clattering around the metal body. They must have slipped out of some overlooked pockets prior to the wash.

“Oh yeah? You into conspiracy stuff like that?”

“Cider… hmmm, probably, though the taste doesn’t ring a bell. Whiskey though, I sometimes ask family to send some over, I got an uncle and aunt in Scotland, Glasgow, they know the best ones,” he said. “I should probably try out cider again, you’d have to send me the best one though,” he added, taking out his phone. 

He laughed then. He had said Nessie as a joke, but he couldn’t help taking it further. “Conspiracy? Nah, mate, obviously it’s science, there has to be a monster underneath the sea, even if it’s not in Loch Ness.”

[chibanao]

roswellwinter​:

“well, you know. you won’t get anything good if you order it from a restaurant half the time, but if you make it yourself? yeah, i’m sure it can be totally healthy.” the blonde gave a small shrug as she made a faint hum in the back of her throat, her nose scrunching up just a touch soon after. “gyros are my weakness. that and falafel - though, admittedly, i mostly like falafel for the ability to turn it into a vessel to eat tahini. i’m not shameless enough to just put it on everything, though i wish i was sometimes.”

Chiba nodded. “Alright, yes, you’re right about that, if you know how to make it well, easy,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t have time though… half of the time, to cook, so I gotta take out,” he said, wiggling his eyes. “Oh, falafel, now I want that,” Chiba said, closing his eyes as if pretending he was eating it. “Falafel is delicious, with some good humus, truly my greatest enemy, I can continue eating that past being full.” He didn’t know what tahini was though, and he was drunk enough to ask it. “What’s tahini, it doesn’t ring a bell.”

[chibanao]

fletcherliu​:

in the darkness of their conversation , in the realisation that their friendship had been born by their own inability to communicate like ‘ regular ‘ folk , came the bark of laughter , a strange sound that was half a cough and half a roar from fletcher’s chest . laughter was such a rarity that , once it hit the air , it oxidised like a precious metal and formed an unfamiliar sound entirely . “ she’s gonna have your head once she realises you’ve been complicit this entire time , my insider . it’s been an entire military operation outside of the base . “ a long game of he said , she said . a prolonged playground activity . it was as though they were children , asking their friend to tell their crush that somebody like them ; for an adult , at the ripe age of thirty-one , fletcher sure was inept when it came to relationships . 

“ she’s a good person , and so are you — even if you don’t believe you are . you’re the most loyal friend i’ve ever had , ‘n i appreciate all you do for me , all you put up with for my benefit , “ fletcher often wondered why chiba hadn’t given up on him , just like his parents had , just like the world had seemed to . perhaps it was helped by a mild intoxication , by the knowledge that chiba was likely too far gone to remember the conversation come morning , but for once he was willing to spill his truths , to let the other know just how much they meant to him . 

“Not surprising,” Chiba said with a shrug. “But hey, can she really blame me? When my bestie asks, I have to comply, right? If it were something less innocent… and also I was protecting my own reputation as well, I didn’t want her to know that about me yet,” he added, making a serious face. He could easily lie about it though, any bruises could’ve been from his job as well, it wasn’t so easy for Fletcher, so he would stand by the other’s side if he could. 

Chiba chuckled. He was far too drunk for this, though it mostly resulted in him finding the compliments and niceties funny, had he been sober, he would’ve waved them off. “I got your back, man,” he said. Which was about all the words Chiba knew to use, he wasn’t much for fancy words, instead he would give advice, that was his way of showing he cared for someone else, that he cared for Fletcher. Because truly, he did, there were very few people who knew everything about him, and who had seen him through it all.

[chibanao]

enderbaptista​:

it was easy to let chiba speak , to allow them to speak their history as ender slung them over her shoulder and near forced them from the bar . it would be easier to wrestle them from the couch to bed , rather than dragging them back to the greystone complex a few more beers in , zigzagging down the sidewalk and stumbling into trash cans and down gutters . she had been in that situation enough times , losing a heel on a curb and mouthing off with groups of girls down the street , only to wake up with ‘ beer fear ‘ come morning . “ that’s in england , right ?? by the coast ?? i visited england a few times when i was in france — it’s only a few hours away on the train , which is wild to think of now when you can drive for three days and end up in the same state over here , “ october air was brisk against their skin as they half-stumbled out of the bar , a cloud of alcohol scent steering away any questions or onlookers . painted eyes rolled , a flutter of dark lashes ; chiba had done something for her , had decided to leave the bar and peel themself away from the sticky bar top , “ i’ll save it for when we’re back home , huh ?? as a little reward . ouí ouí . “ 

Chiba chuckled - definitely the alcohol - and nodded. “Yeah, it’s by the coast, pretty famous for the very cool amusement park at the pier, oh, and this one vampire movie, or this one mafia book, Brighton Rock. I usually don’t talk about who I am into or not, but Sam Riley in that movie, ugh,” he said, as he fanned his face. “Ah, France, so that’s why you are great at the accent,” he added with a grin. “And yeah, coming from there, going to this huge ass country, it has been a bit. I really hate it, the fact that I need to take a plane most of the time to get anywhere. While in Brighton I could take a bus and basically end up in London.” Chiba noticed nothing of the situation around him, just let himself be guided back home, ignoring everyone around him that wasn’t Ender. “Okay, okay, stage fright, obviously, understandable. I’ll give you my best American accent,” he said with a laugh.

[chibanao]

breannesamaya​:

“I’m pretty sure I know their names by now. At least the afternoon staff. I’m a frequent user of their printers. The campus library is too crowded.” As much as she wanted to dwindle on the downsides of college living her brain was already at the pool. “You think they’ll let us bring drinks? We can buy those little umbrellas and the dollar store has plastic cups that you put margaritas in… we can put juice in them and pretend to be fancy.”

“People still print stuff?” Chiba asked, he was grinning. He hadn’t touched a printer in what felt like years, though it probably was only a few weeks. Still, not worth it to get his own. “I brought a whole package of apple juice last time, and nobody seemed very surprised, so yes, I think we can get away with it. We can just hide the alcohol some way and nobody will ever know we’re drinking it. Wear some sunglasses, go incognito.”

[chibanao]

colorbops​:

“Well, I wouldn’t know anything ‘bout that,” Anton remarks. He shrugs, ever-ready to admit to ignorance when the opportunity for learning comes along. Even if it is about something like wine. “I ain’t the biggest drinker, sorta more’f a special occasion type’a guy, y’feel? Although, I guess I won’t be sayin’ no to a glass’a red if you’ve picked it out. Sounds like you know your shit.”

Or white, or rosé, but Anton tends to forget those even exist. Only the odd little niggle of red-with-meat-white-with-fish remains rooted to the depths of his mind, courtesy of an ex best forgotten. 

“Right, yeah! That’s right!” he laughs, “or some giant-ass squid. Spook the divers and inspire the next freaky sci-fi monster.”

Chiba chuckled. “No, wine is gross,” he said. “I mean, I’d drink it if people offered it to me, but really, my choice will always either be beer or something stronger,” he said, shrugging. “I do not like alcohol being wasted though, that’s sad, it is a beautiful process, to make alcohol, out of whatever elements you throw together,” he offered with a grin.

“Sounds like a plan, pretty sure there are fish down there that we don’t even know about yet. Perhaps Nessie too.”

[chibanao]

fletcherliu​:

“ i’ve never picked the right words . that’s why i do all my talking with my fists — it’s kind of my thing , “ and perhaps that was why they were such close friends , running at the first sign of conflict or conversation . it was easier that way ; a kiss with knuckles couldn’t be misinterpreted or misconstrued , couldn’t be lost in translation . together , although they attempted to hand out advice and dig their respective friend out of the hole they had burrowed for themselves , they were as bad as the other — fletcher and chiba would bumble through life at each other’s sides no matter the success of such matters . “ i’ve been understanding , and i continue to be understanding . we’ve already established that , yeah , maybe i do — maybe i love her , whatever — so i’m not gonna just ignore her feelings . it’s just complicated , chiba ; you know it’s complicated . “

Kinda his thing. Sadly it was Chiba’s as well. Though he hadn’t done much talking at all before. But everything he didn’t get to say, he threw out of him. All the anger and dispair that he felt when his ex had her second miscarriage, every bit of frightful certainty when they broke up, it was all so easy to throw a punch and not have to worry about talking about his feelings. Sure, he did that more than Fletcher, but it wasn’t as if he was much better at holding important conversations with anything. He was still at odds with his sister, and he knew it was all on him for being shit at communicating. 

“I know,” he said, in drunken stupor, able to see Fletcher’s distress, but not able to offer him anything else than advice sung at him since he was a baby. “Meh, but isn’t everything. I’m still waiting for Mia to come after me,” he said laughing. “She’s going to be so mad at me for playing along, but no worries, I’ll put in a good word in for you too,” he said. “It’s okay that she doesn’t understand why we do it, but hey, she’s a good person, she’ll want to understand if she loves you, and I’m pretty sure she does.”

[chibanao]

riggsfm​:

a playful scoff escaped riggs’ lips at the other’s words, his head shaking just a touch as he did. “yeah, sure, if you say so,” he hummed, though he wasn’t entirely sure if the redhead was his type. granted, he didn’t actually know what his type was - rather, he tended to be the kind of person who felt himself drawn to people at random, and there was rarely ever rhyme or reason to it. but, he’d give it a shot anyway, if only to make chiba happy, because he wasn’t convinced it was going to work. “all i know is that it’s your fault if i fail,” he starts, wagging his finger at them playfully before he’s waving him off, backing away in the redhead’s direction. “i’ll see ya later.”

Chiba offered a final grin, waving him off. “See you,” he said with a wink, watching Riggs heading over to the redhead, wondering if he should stick around and watch or give Riggs some privacy. He figured he would hear the tale eventually, so he made his way to another spot at the bar where he couldn’t see them anymore.

end.