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Gojyo
Birthday: 11/9
Blood type: B
Height: 184 (without antennae)
Age (as of 2007): 23
Hobbies: Seducing women (recently he's presumably taken a break) / Gambling (recently he's had a slight loss in confidence) / Unexpectedly he enjoys cooking, but whether he's good or bad at it is another question. On top of that, cleaning up after himself is a bother so he can't do it.
Favorite foods and drinks: To a certain extent he'll eat anything, but one can presume to say types of sidedishes that go with alcohol. / Either way, he loves beer. He also likes foreign alcohol.
Hated food: Umeboshi, plum jam, the like. It can probably only happen in his imagination, but he'll pass on food that makes the inside of his mouth hurt. He can eat perilla.
Special Talents: Jokes. (He really doesn't have any...)
Concerns/Things he dwells on: Long hair. He definitely doesn't think that short hair suits him. / Like a native of Tokyo, taking a hot bath and shower. / His cigarettes are High Lights. As for his light, whether it's a cheap light or a match, they're both fine. Either way, he'll quickly lose them.
Family Structure: Father (youkai) and real mother (human) committed lover's suicide. / Step-mother who raised him died. After half-brother disappeared, but currently is fighting for the enemy. / Current roommate is a former sinner he picked up in the woods. (Writing it like this it's really full of ups and downs . . . )
Occupation & Position: To be precise, he's unemployed. Previously he sustained himself through vice and gambling. However, more recently he's managed through the errands Sanzo makes him go on as well as with Hakkai's support. / As for the current journey, lately it's probably been feeling like a part-time job to pay for the price of food.
Favorite "type" of the opposite gender: All sorts of beauties. Also, people who are like his mother. (because he has a Mother Complex) / As for cross (tsuntsun) women, it seems it's in his nature to pick a fight with them
Favorite color: For now, Red.
Dreams for the future: He has a policy of not thinking much about the future.
One who lives with crimson shackles - Sha Gojyo
He is a “taboo child” born of the relations between humans and youkai forbidden in Shangri-la. His youkai father had another family, and Gojyo’s mother was that lover. When he was three years old he got caught up in his parents’ double suicide but, surviving that, Gojyo was placed in the care of the family his father had left behind. Even while taking the persistent abuse from his step-mother, he admirably continued to seek love. However, when Gojyo was 12 years old his step-mother cut him with a knife and, just when he had prepared himself for death, his step-brother Jien saved him. Consumed by guilt over raising his hand against his own mother, Gojyo’s older brother disappeared. After being left alone once again, Gojyo became a wild rogue, wandering the country. He dirtied his hands in larceny and gambling, and sometimes made a living being something like a pimp. Amid days spent fighting he fell into the bad company of Banri, and practically welcomed the descent into lazy days. The under-handed Banri disappeared and, one rainy night during his once more solitary life, he picked up a man rolling in a pool of blood in the forest.
Currently he is 23 years old. He is approximately 184 centimeters tall, rather long-bodied but comparatively thin. He has the crimson eyes and hair marking a taboo child; in addition to having a flashy appearance, he has a nasty look and a foul mouth, so his character appears quite bad… But, he isn’t a bad person at heart, and cares about his companions. Although he’s made a hobby of seducing women, if anything is the caring big brother loved by children.
He is repeatedly called “Good for nothing” or “Pervy kappa”, but he would be solidly kicked if he were to disappear (laughs)
“This voice won’t reach”
“---See ya. Keep living, Gojyo,”
he whispered, seemingly without a shred of guilt, and walked out into the evening town on light steps. Even though he’d spent a year away, this was the place he had grown accustomed to living in; by choosing his path he would be able to make it out of the town without seeing much of anyone. The man unerringly headed toward a narrow alley, catlike slipping his thin body by.
As he walked, he groped his back pocket but, remembering that he had just thrown away the empty box, he bites his tongue. ---Suddenly, heat ran up his side. Without even the time to turn around, the knife that stabbed him twists nastily in his flesh. He breathes raggedly for two or three seconds, then without a word crumbles to the concrete. The back of a small-bodied man fleeing enters his vision for a moment, but it isn’t anyone he remembers. For the method, it was probably some skilled guy hired for money. Speaking of, whatever happened to that yakuza chick from a year ago? ……Eh, whatever. Doesn’t make a difference now. That’s right, nothing matters to me now. In the puddle of warm blood he struggles, unthinkingly, to stand; finally he collapses, facing up at least. He was still smiling, grinning at the corners of that red red mouth. Hyuuu, a faint breeze intermittently cries. It was the wind from the man’s throat.
“---jyo”
In place of the unvoiced syllable, small red bubbles are born and burst
“...gimme a... cigarette, yeah?”
Slowly shaking fingertips extended to the void, but a cigarette’s light did not burn there
Bad friends
From the official character journal:
...what the hell am I supposed to write anyway, I've never written sentences so I'm telling you it's impossible. Anyway, it's not like I'm proud of it or anything, but my handwriting kinda sucks.
Long ago Hakkai was like, "If you are going out, please leave me a memo at least," so I left him one thinking I was being nice, right? But then I get home and he's like, "What language did you write this in?"