Name: Sho Baba
Age: 140, (looks 17)
Gender: Male
Race: Demon (sheep)
Appearance:Personality: Like most sheep demons, 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: <in need of approval/editing Possibly too weak offensively to be viable and too strong defensively to be fun to play against?> Golden Fleece: sheep demons are notorious for a durability that, on average, rivals some princes. 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). However, the tradeoff is that their regenerative abilities barely work, taking 70% longer than most demons. And if they are decapitated or lose a limb, barring medical intervention, its going to STAY off.
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 phoneBrief Backstory:
Sho, like many a young sheep demons, grew up in a poor neighborhood, populated largely by other sheep. Not that he seemed to mind much. His parents working little meant more time to be with the family and there was a literal horde of other kids to play with. As for school, he learned to read and add numbers, which as far as he could figure was all a person needed to know.
As he grew older, Sho eventually got involved with a minor street gang. 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 Oni 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. By the time the police had shown up, the small scuffle between a few kids had grown into a street wide riot, and Sho was unfortunate enough to get caught. He spent a two years in a juvenile detention center, charged with destruction of property, assault, and disturbing the peace. By the time he’d gotten out, his friends had upgraded from threatening Burger King employees for free fries to a full on extorsion racket, trafficking, and more. Disgusted with how much his neighborhood degenerated, he volunteered for the Miura Youth Organization.