Name: Sho Baba
Age: 23 (look 17)
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Appearance:
Personality: Sho is exceptionally friendly, excitable, eager to please and perhaps a little on the vapid side things. He easily forgets things and has a tendency to lose his train of thought. More often than not, any work space he has becomes a refuge for forgotten projects and piled up comic books, to the frustration of coworkers. Still, he’s fearless when it comes to meeting new people (even when it would probably be wise) or getting into a good old fashioned street brawl.

Abilities:
Golden Fleece: Sho possesses a durability that rivals some modern tanks. Sho is hearty enough that you could drop cars on him all day and he’d walk off with only a few bruises and cuts worse for wear (provided you were nice enough to lift the cars off of him). He is not shy about taking advantage of this trait, often looking for high places to drop from for elbow drops, or actively throwing himself into blows as a form of 'blocking'.
Demon Muscles: Bog standard increased strength and agility over humans. Boring but useful.
Skills:
Brawler: While Sho lacks the discipline and focus needed to learn a proper martial art, he’s become quiet adept in hand to hand combat and has made a small name for himself as a street brawler.
Street wise: While not exactly brilliant, Sho is well verse in petty street crime tactics, at least on the criminal end.
Equipment:
Knuckle dusters: For adding a little more punch to his er….punches.
Cell phone
Brief Backstory:
Show grew up in one of the poorer neighborhoods of Miura City, his father eking out a living on paychecks almost too small to support himself, much less a kid. Not that either seemed to mind much, his dad was a man of few words and even few house visits and Sho seemed content to busy himself with school or the literal horde of other kids that flooded the streets. It was a happy, if boring existence. The worst it ever got was when they argued about school, Sho never being able to do better than barely pass.

As he grew older, Sho eventually got involved with a minor street gang. School was largely a waste of his time, after all, and he doubted anything he’d learn in his senior year would stick. Nothing else had. The group spent most of its time menacing arcades, restaurants, or getting into fist fights with other local gangs. A nuisance, to be sure, but a minor one that the I.D.P.D often turned a blind eye to in favor of bigger menaces. Sho, for his part, didn’t do much to rock the boat, enticed by free food and games (and only having to occasionally knock some jerk on their butt when they came to the wrong set of streets). It barely registered as a big deal to him until one day a back alley brawl grew out of control, spilling over into the streets. Random passer-by were pulled into the brawl, and began desperately throwing blows in an attempt to escape the hellmouth he and his companions had unintentionally started.

He’s still not sure how he ended on the business end of the truck going forty, but he remembers that it hurt like hell. He, as did the rest of the thugs involved in the fight, scattered like roaches, there being few things that can stop a street brawl than attempted vehicular manslaughter. The next few days were…weird, to say the least. For one, he was still reeling from the fact that he was not dead( hell, not even hurt that badly). That was, in and of itself, cause for some concern, albeit better than the alternative. Another matter of pressing concern was his rapidly greying hair, greater strength, reddening eyes, horns, ears which became floppy fuzzy bastardizations of their former selves, and a disturbingly increased urge to bleat occasionally.

If his dad knew what was going on, he did not say for the first few days of the transformation, watching as Sho struggled with perhaps the worst phase of puberty known to man. After a week, the transformation stabilized and Sho had the pleasure of being introduced to his mother for the first time in seventeen years of life. The buxom elder sheepie Demon did not match the image he had in his head of the person his dad had told him had walked out on both of them long ago. She explained his true nature (and uncomfortably the union associated with his birth. A remarkably mundane tale of online dating ) before shepherding him to the Imaginary District.
It has been six years since then, and Sho has adapted incredibly well, given the situation. He grew into his new abilities quickly and is barely phased by even the most bizarre yokai. Though his experience in street crime had led to his powers awakening, it had still left a bad taste in his mouth, and joining the M.Y.O seemed like a good way to make up for all that he’d done when he was young. That, and it seemed like a good way to kill a couple of hours outside of the house. Win win right?

have some sheep mom who may or may not get a character sheep sheet.