Okay, I couldn't resist.Name:
Known for having expensive taste and almost obsessively following trends. At his age, all things seem relative and this is how he keeps himself grounded in when and where he is. The only thing he possesses that isn't ritualistically replaced is his Katana that he carries with him everywhere, as ancient and well preserved as he is himself.Sexual Preference:
Straight for sex, but will feed on either gender. Rare and exotic blood preferred.Former Gang:
Kiyaburo Brotherhood Gang Position:
Liutenent Commander for The Brothers Fallen. He commands what was once his gang under the high leadership of The Brothers. With hundreds of loyal soldiers at his command, he wields great power, but is still dancing to someone else's fiddle.Weapon of Choice:
Onin- The six century old blade that his father gave to him when he went to fight in a war by the same name. He is highly skilled in kendo and Bushido, and his vampiric abilities certainly don't hinder such a skill.Additional Skills:
Foreign connections allow him to trade in various vices. Drugs, weapons, women, Jugo knows where to buy for a nickle and where to sell for a dime. He's not an excellent marksman, but he has plenty of sharp shooting mortals who would bleed for him, in more ways than one.Personality:
Jugo is cold and calculating, constantly weighing countless scenarios in his mind in any given situation. He's also paranoid, a dozen lifetimes spent looking over one's shoulder will do that. He's also romanticized his brief mortal life beyond recognition and is often given to fits of self loathing and self pity. He can fly into a rage just as quickly, even his oldest and most trusted advisers choose their words carefully.Bio:
Born during the Sengoku Period in sixteenth century feudal Japan (or equivalent foreign nation), Jugo lived his entire mortal life striving to be a great Samurai and serve the Lord as his father had done. He trained and studied the art and science of warfare diligently, joining the military as soon as he was able. Despite his wishes, he was trained further for several years before seeing combat, but by the time he was eighteen he got his shot. At first it was terrifying, the blood, the screams the carnage. But he had no choice but to embrace it, war was his destiny. After several battles, Jugo earned reputation and honor by showing great bravery.
After a great victory in the Battle of Kawanakajima, the Lord gave Jugo an audience, in order to congratulate him in person. That meeting was when the curtain fell on a world that was beyond Jugo's imagination. The Lord revealed that he was a creature of the night, the living dead, a vampire who lived off the blood of humans. At first Jugo was afraid, like the first time he saw the battlefield, but The Lord reassured him that he was not prey, instead, as recompense for his valor, the Lord would share his rarefied, ancient blood and grant the gift of life everlasting.
There was more training after that, or at least that's what war felt like after Jugo shuffled off his mortal coil. Killing humans was no longer terrifying or even thrilling, it was too easy and quickly became a chore. Instead Jugo set his sights on the Lord, staging a daytime assassination on his own Maker. After that, Jugo took control of the Lord's army and withdrew them from the conflict.
Centuries later, Jugo controlled one of the most lucrative crime families in the Eastern Realm, but it brought him no pleasure. He had friends, allies, loyal minions, but nothing gave him that same primal sensation that he knew from his time as a human. When he heard of Middle City, Jugo was eager to establish a foothold for his crew.
Importing an army of loyal soldiers and sex workers, Jugo worked fast to corner the Sin market within the foreign community. Naturally, it was only a matter of time before he stepped on some toes. The first time he heard of The Brothers Fallen, it was written in the blood of six of his subordinates, one of whom had also been a vampire. The girls had been ripped literally into shreds and the blood was so thick on the floor that it soaked into his socks. At last, Jugo felt something again: Respect.
It was easy to broker a peace, especially when Jugo gave himself, his abilities and his men over to The Fallen. In return, they merely gave him room to operate.Theme Song (optional):
I think Masaru is my favorite...