Post by Nagano Juro on Feb 7, 2010 21:16:37 GMT -5
Juro Nagano
Full Name: Juro Nagano
Nicknames: James
Date of birth: March 23rd 1913
Age: 97
Age appears: 24
Date Of Change: October 31st 1937
Hometown: Okinawa, Japan
Species: Vampire
Ability's: He is a teleporter. He moves through both light and shadow. The only problem he has is the fact it takes a lot of energy for him to move. The far he teleports the harder it is him to stay on his feet. Little jumps from place to place near to him he can do a lot of, but trying to country hop taps his energy and he becomes very weak
Height: 6’ even
Weight: 121 lbs.
Hair: Juro keeps his near black hair a little long for Japanese males, having it hang around his eyes and sweep down to his neck.
Eyes: Brown eyes, common
Identifying Features: Juro does have any moles, but a dragon tattoo on his right shoulder blade
Body: He is tall for his time period but still thin, having had a fast metabolism when human. Juro has lean muscles over his chest and arms. His eyes are small and his nose broad. He has heart shaped lips and a small dip between his nose base and upper lip.
Clothing: Juro is a jeans and t-shirt type of guy, mostly wearing a tighter t-shirt under an open button up. At times, when he is working and what not, he wears suits and ties.
Face Claim: Jyoji Shibue
Basic Personality: Juro easy going and strong willed by nature. He does, however, have a strong sense of justice. He likes when he can be a hero, but that is not something he needs. Juro at times can be quick to a sudden flash of anger but it never lasts long, and it is usually caused when someone he cares for is in danger. He has been called a setake, a statue, because he does not wear a lot of emotion on his face. Being good at business, he owns his own marking company in Tokyo, called Tsukidasu no Setake, the Statue Project.
Likes: Making money, riding his motorcycle, working none stop, walking along shops in different malls, visiting other countries.
Dislikes: Easy women, traditional Japan events, American appliances, loud music.
Strengths: Good at business, can use his talking skills to get what he wants, has a soft spot for those in need (even he seems like he is being an ass doing it), adapting to new things.
Weaknesses: Shows no emotion, acts cold to others making it hard for him to be close to anyone, becomes needy almost when he is with a woman, hates what he is but sees nothing he can do about it.
Hobbies: riding his motorcycle, calming his mind by writing calligraphy, hunting out of his city for both humans and animals
Occupation: Business owner
Highest Education Level Achieved: Doctorate in Advanced Business Legislation
History: --400-700 words minimum.
- Born to a young farmers family, he was the only one they could afford to have
- At three his father was injured out in the field’s and died
- He was raised by his mother and aunt, but the farm was sold for easy money by the aunt
- At eight he stumbled in on his mother being killed by a man, his aunt on the floor dead. The man took one look at him and grabbed his arm, dragging him from the house and away from the bodies of his only family
- When pushed inside the mans large estate Juro wondered when he would die, but the man had other plans. The man explained what he was and how Juro will help him. He wanted a son and that was why he choose Juro and killed his family. Juro hated this man
- At twelve he ran away, tired of the cold vampire man. But he was found and lashed for running, and locked in his room for the next year.
- He had tutors come in at fifteen to teach him to various things, schooling and technology at that time
- Well trained in many things he asked to join the Japanese army at eighteen to further his learning. His ‘father’ was wary but agreed
- The army taught him to be cold and feel nothing, much the same as the vampire that raised him did
- The year the Second World War started he was ready to throw his life away, the only way to get away from the man that took him in. But the vampire had other idea’s. Sneaking into the camp Juro was stationed at he took Juro home and decided the son needed to be corrected. Juro was then changed into a vampire
- The blood lust was strong in him and before he could stop himself he tore the small village near his fathers home apart. He hated the man even more and in a fit of rage ripped the older vampire’s head off and burned the estate house down, walking away with the smile anyone would see
Example:
The need for blood was near too much. It had been as least a week since the last time he pinned someone down. A week since he used all the over sensitive senses to hunt the perfect prey. A week since he felt his teeth slid easily into human flesh. A week since he tasted the life force of the one under him slowly drain into him. A week since he saw the haunted look in the small child’s eyes when he walked into his mothers bedroom and found her dead on the floor, the father very much the same. He saw himself in those large haunted brown eyes and knew he turned into what he hated. His ‘father.’
But he wouldn’t turn into that man, he would take the child in. Instead he had dropped the child off at the hospital, hoping the child was too shocked to even speak. After that night he never wanted to feed again. He wanted his throat with its never ending burn to be slit and ripped from him. He wanted that frozen thing inside him to beat once more so he felt heartache. He wanted to fill an empty pool with enough lighter fluid to keep it burning, toss a lit match and dive into the burning pit. But none of it would happen. Juro needed something, and did not like the fact he didn’t know what yet. Just… something.
So here he was, in a shopping center on the other side of Japan, hunting. Leaning back with his normal cold expression, Juro looked for someone who would be a good and fast meal. A male seemed like a good idea. A fight then a meal; always a good way to calm down after a long week. As his black eyes, half closed, traveled over the people walking past his café table Juro felt bored with this hunt already. Eyes darting to the side quickly he saw the lowly gesture. A man was pointing to one of the girls walking alone. The way he licked his lips and scratched at his chin, shifting from one foot to the other as if waiting to pounce made the hunt over. He would be the perfect meal and the seemingly fifteen year old girl will not even know this human male wanted to hurt her.
Standing and paying for the small cup of coffee he never touched, Juro shoved his hands in his jean pockets and slowly walked after both the male and the young girl. His gate was lax, never seeming like he took great care in the direction he walked. His head was down, he never needed to see where he walked, and his posture was that of a man his body appeared to be. All tools in the game. Once they turned onto a quiet empty street Juro heard the man make his move, but he was faster. Using his power he appeared behind the man, grabbing him around the waist with a hand clamped over his mouth, then teleported them to a nearby roof. All the girl heard was ghost foot steps rapidly running her way.
Once the body was drained and Juro’s eyes red once more, he looked out over the city and sighed. Soon it would be full dark and then the long drive home before work in the morning. It was good the living dead never slept. Turning to the body he cut up everything the way he always did, making it look like a slasher was playing too roughly. Then he focused, using his power again to teleport only the body twenty miles out to sea and drop it there to be found by the tuna boats. Panting he felt his energy half drained and climbed down, walking towards where his bike was. A thought crossed his mind that almost made him smirk, but he kept it to himself.
Full Name: Juro Nagano
Nicknames: James
Date of birth: March 23rd 1913
Age: 97
Age appears: 24
Date Of Change: October 31st 1937
Hometown: Okinawa, Japan
Species: Vampire
Ability's: He is a teleporter. He moves through both light and shadow. The only problem he has is the fact it takes a lot of energy for him to move. The far he teleports the harder it is him to stay on his feet. Little jumps from place to place near to him he can do a lot of, but trying to country hop taps his energy and he becomes very weak
Height: 6’ even
Weight: 121 lbs.
Hair: Juro keeps his near black hair a little long for Japanese males, having it hang around his eyes and sweep down to his neck.
Eyes: Brown eyes, common
Identifying Features: Juro does have any moles, but a dragon tattoo on his right shoulder blade
Body: He is tall for his time period but still thin, having had a fast metabolism when human. Juro has lean muscles over his chest and arms. His eyes are small and his nose broad. He has heart shaped lips and a small dip between his nose base and upper lip.
Clothing: Juro is a jeans and t-shirt type of guy, mostly wearing a tighter t-shirt under an open button up. At times, when he is working and what not, he wears suits and ties.
Face Claim: Jyoji Shibue
Basic Personality: Juro easy going and strong willed by nature. He does, however, have a strong sense of justice. He likes when he can be a hero, but that is not something he needs. Juro at times can be quick to a sudden flash of anger but it never lasts long, and it is usually caused when someone he cares for is in danger. He has been called a setake, a statue, because he does not wear a lot of emotion on his face. Being good at business, he owns his own marking company in Tokyo, called Tsukidasu no Setake, the Statue Project.
Likes: Making money, riding his motorcycle, working none stop, walking along shops in different malls, visiting other countries.
Dislikes: Easy women, traditional Japan events, American appliances, loud music.
Strengths: Good at business, can use his talking skills to get what he wants, has a soft spot for those in need (even he seems like he is being an ass doing it), adapting to new things.
Weaknesses: Shows no emotion, acts cold to others making it hard for him to be close to anyone, becomes needy almost when he is with a woman, hates what he is but sees nothing he can do about it.
Hobbies: riding his motorcycle, calming his mind by writing calligraphy, hunting out of his city for both humans and animals
Occupation: Business owner
Highest Education Level Achieved: Doctorate in Advanced Business Legislation
History: --400-700 words minimum.
- Born to a young farmers family, he was the only one they could afford to have
- At three his father was injured out in the field’s and died
- He was raised by his mother and aunt, but the farm was sold for easy money by the aunt
- At eight he stumbled in on his mother being killed by a man, his aunt on the floor dead. The man took one look at him and grabbed his arm, dragging him from the house and away from the bodies of his only family
- When pushed inside the mans large estate Juro wondered when he would die, but the man had other plans. The man explained what he was and how Juro will help him. He wanted a son and that was why he choose Juro and killed his family. Juro hated this man
- At twelve he ran away, tired of the cold vampire man. But he was found and lashed for running, and locked in his room for the next year.
- He had tutors come in at fifteen to teach him to various things, schooling and technology at that time
- Well trained in many things he asked to join the Japanese army at eighteen to further his learning. His ‘father’ was wary but agreed
- The army taught him to be cold and feel nothing, much the same as the vampire that raised him did
- The year the Second World War started he was ready to throw his life away, the only way to get away from the man that took him in. But the vampire had other idea’s. Sneaking into the camp Juro was stationed at he took Juro home and decided the son needed to be corrected. Juro was then changed into a vampire
- The blood lust was strong in him and before he could stop himself he tore the small village near his fathers home apart. He hated the man even more and in a fit of rage ripped the older vampire’s head off and burned the estate house down, walking away with the smile anyone would see
Example:
The need for blood was near too much. It had been as least a week since the last time he pinned someone down. A week since he used all the over sensitive senses to hunt the perfect prey. A week since he felt his teeth slid easily into human flesh. A week since he tasted the life force of the one under him slowly drain into him. A week since he saw the haunted look in the small child’s eyes when he walked into his mothers bedroom and found her dead on the floor, the father very much the same. He saw himself in those large haunted brown eyes and knew he turned into what he hated. His ‘father.’
But he wouldn’t turn into that man, he would take the child in. Instead he had dropped the child off at the hospital, hoping the child was too shocked to even speak. After that night he never wanted to feed again. He wanted his throat with its never ending burn to be slit and ripped from him. He wanted that frozen thing inside him to beat once more so he felt heartache. He wanted to fill an empty pool with enough lighter fluid to keep it burning, toss a lit match and dive into the burning pit. But none of it would happen. Juro needed something, and did not like the fact he didn’t know what yet. Just… something.
So here he was, in a shopping center on the other side of Japan, hunting. Leaning back with his normal cold expression, Juro looked for someone who would be a good and fast meal. A male seemed like a good idea. A fight then a meal; always a good way to calm down after a long week. As his black eyes, half closed, traveled over the people walking past his café table Juro felt bored with this hunt already. Eyes darting to the side quickly he saw the lowly gesture. A man was pointing to one of the girls walking alone. The way he licked his lips and scratched at his chin, shifting from one foot to the other as if waiting to pounce made the hunt over. He would be the perfect meal and the seemingly fifteen year old girl will not even know this human male wanted to hurt her.
Standing and paying for the small cup of coffee he never touched, Juro shoved his hands in his jean pockets and slowly walked after both the male and the young girl. His gate was lax, never seeming like he took great care in the direction he walked. His head was down, he never needed to see where he walked, and his posture was that of a man his body appeared to be. All tools in the game. Once they turned onto a quiet empty street Juro heard the man make his move, but he was faster. Using his power he appeared behind the man, grabbing him around the waist with a hand clamped over his mouth, then teleported them to a nearby roof. All the girl heard was ghost foot steps rapidly running her way.
Once the body was drained and Juro’s eyes red once more, he looked out over the city and sighed. Soon it would be full dark and then the long drive home before work in the morning. It was good the living dead never slept. Turning to the body he cut up everything the way he always did, making it look like a slasher was playing too roughly. Then he focused, using his power again to teleport only the body twenty miles out to sea and drop it there to be found by the tuna boats. Panting he felt his energy half drained and climbed down, walking towards where his bike was. A thought crossed his mind that almost made him smirk, but he kept it to himself.
