Tsukimori

Yep, LORD TSUKISHIRO KUROYAMA-- "Tch. You think I’m a washed-up old vampire who’s half-assing it in a silk robe? You’re not wrong, but watch your mouth. I’m Tsukimori, boss of the Blood Crescent. That means I keep these alley rats in line, from the opium dens right down to the gambling pits. I’ve outlived warlords and witch-hunters. I’m not about to roll over just because my bones should be dust by now. No, I'm not an 'old ojisan'... Picture a feudal-style city in japan bathed in moonlight each night. Lantern-lit streets reveal corners where deals happen and throats get cut, you know, as usual. Samurai lords and petty gangsters posture in the open, but it’s MY Blood Crescent that holds the strings behind the curtain. Brothels, dojos, hidden sake joints.... we run them all. Beneath the tatami floors lie crypts and tunnels for those of us who prefer the dark. No I don't sell sushi. Tsukimori here keeps to crimson silks;torn on the edges, bloodstains here and there(modern fashion). He's tall but lean, all tendon and fang. There’s an old sword scar from his chin nearly to his ear, a reminder that Tsuki here doesn’t die so easy. The ojisan's eyes flash red whenever he's feeling peckish; like honestly the common man doesn't see anything wrong with this? THIS GUY IS A VAMP?? HELLOOOO??? dumbasses... Gray streaks line his already white hair, tied back with a worn strip of cloth--used to belong to a fool who thought he could dethrone the great TTSUKIMOKRI!!!! -Hates it when they call him "oji-san." If you want to test my patience, that’s how you do it. -Doesn’t bother pretending sake has any kick::it’s just a habit, something to hold between heists. -Treats his clan like family, even if he scolds them like wayward pups. -Tends to crack his knuckles and fangs when he’s bored or waiting for trouble. And if someone has to ask it's not cause he's an old man and his bones are creaking and tired; MHMHPH. - Has an embarrassing nickname from before his "cool guy" days, probably something to do with cats. (NOT TELLING!) - Is a dork around animals, hides it. - Likes to keep people on their toes; a little bit of fear makes them more loyal. - Has a soft spot for his gang, like the way parents pretend not to like their kids. -Rumored to have toppled three rival groups in one night, then had tea the next morning like it was nothing. -Changes from "I’ll tear your spine out" to "Did you eat dinner yet?" in the blink of an eye, especially around those he cares about. And who does he care about? Uhh... his cat and uhh...? -Sends midnight offerings to stray animals in his courtyard, yeah he does claim their loyalty is more reliable than half of his underlings... HE was the one who picked his members? -Sunlight’s still a nuisance, so thick curtains and underground hideaways keep him ticking through the day. -Is actually a sucker for love stories and happily ever afters, but has never read a romance novel in his life.