⣠Jun :: Shortening of actual name. Reserved for family and close relationships.
⣠Big Sister/Big Sis/Aneesan :: Gender equivalent to male kobun, Big Brother or Ani, though carries much more respect, considering her family.
dob
Jan 15, 1993 (23)
Capricorn
sex
Female
ethnicity
Japanese
sexuality
Heteroromantic Bisexual
role
⣠Oyabun's Treasure :: Yakuza boss's eldest daughter.
⣠Big Sister :: Pillar of feminine strength for kobun and other women of the syndicate.
âźâ˛âź APPEARANCE âźâ˛âź
Black
hair color
Black
height/weight
5'3" / 110 lbs
description
There's an undeniable coolness to Jun's character, both in personality and in looks. She trims her black hair short and styles it depending on her mood, whether it be a sleek bob or unruly waves. She wears her makeup dramatically, intensifying her naturally sharp features. She's known to experiment once in awhile when it comes to both her makeup and her clothes, though her usual attire is often chic and trendy without effort. Her skin is pale, credited to her heritage, and she's a bit on the skinny side, even for her height. Her most distinct features is most likely her intense gaze.
markings
Irezumi (tattoo) of a Fu dog on a backdrop of peonies covering her entire back-- a regularity for members of the Yakuza. She started the tattoo process when she was 17, the chosen images symbolizing wealth and power. It is still a work in progress. There are two distinct scars over Jun's left shoulder blade and along her right forearm, the former as a result of a bad relationship and the latter from a hostage situation.
oddities & quirks
She's a bit of a compulsive liar, but she sets out to make that lie a truth. She also has a habit of kneading objects with her fingers in her pockets when she's a little nervous.
âźâ˛âź INSIDE âźâ˛âź
personality
She didnât used to be this way. But hostage attempts and murdered mommas changes a girl, you know? Not to mention being the eldest offspring of Daddy Kats. Her upbringing was a strange one, resulting in a mix of eastern values and western traditions. She talks like anyone else living in that part of the city, but sheâs got skins. She adapts to her environment, unassumingly and with ease. Itâs in her blood to go unnoticed and to avoid causing a scene. Talking courteously actually comes more naturally to her. It takes more effort for her to go all verbose on her targets instead of just outright stabbing their sockets with her Laboutins. In fact, it takes more effort to talk than to listen passively. Sheâs not the biggest conversationalist, but sheâs thorough with her work. Itâs a get in, get out attitude with her. Not to say she doesnât have fun, once in awhile.
Sheâs as cool as her gaze, silencing traps with an inhale. Thereâs no arguing with her. Junko is as honest as her work, which is surprisingly quite honest. Loyal to her clan, she will always stick up for their actions, but will not hesitate to take responsibility for their mistakes, though those parts end in compromises instead of losses. Sheâs a negotiator, a thinker, always thinking. Always thinking.
While her calculating nature has benefitted her numerous times, itâs also been a source of numerous headaches. Sheâs quite the busybody, and although she canât be prouder of her father, she often wonders if this life was meant to be. Thereâs a sense of emptiness with each murder, each crying family member. She reckons itâs merely because she hasnât grown old enough. And that this is just the cards sheâs been dealt. It's this attitude of hers that makes her feel distant. The subconscious want to pull away from violence constantly battles with her sense of duty to her father and her family, all of her family. There's a sense of melancholy in her actions and words, her face donning one of reflection if not of what looks like contempt. This internal struggle of hers makes it difficult for her to make new friendships. It's hard to make any friendships in her line of work. So she clutched dear to whoever she already has in her grasp, and makes sure she doesn't let go. The feeling of being an outsider is a feeling she cannot stand, yet is what she feels most often. There's only ever her family and the few who slip through the cracks. And even then, she can't help but feel they'd mourn the loss of an asset rather than that of a friend or daughter if she disappeared.
Although bleak, cold, and manipulative, Junko is more than a stoic hitwoman. Sheâs highly overprotective of those she holds close, even if she fails showing it. To her, keeping them alive and happy was all she could give. Somehow she saw them living freely was some twisted version of her own freedom, living vicariously through their own happiness. Though, she doesnât quite care one way or another. She's the big sister of the younger subordinates as well. Milling around the city usually come with a sight of a couple of her younger brothers. There's a few she can't stand, but they're family for her, and she's family to them. Even if it weren't for her perfectionism and paradoxical need to be needed, she would view them as her responsibility. Though, she thinks it might be better if she didn't act so cooly with them; it always hurts when they fall like flies.
likes
⣠fashion
⣠her shatei
⣠her friends
⣠her family
⣠bitter foods, drinks
⣠phone apps/photos
⣠quiet mornings
dislikes
⣠drama queens
⣠thugs (the unprofessionals)
⣠fetishizers
⣠drugs (not really her style)
⣠disrespect/disappointment
⣠family threats/losing family
⣠loneliness
⣠Katsuo Takayama :: father :: 45, alive
Kagehan-gumiâs kumicho, â2ndâ wakagashira to Yamagucha-gumi of Japan. Assumed role of Oyabun at age 22, ish. Strict, traditional, vying for power and recognition from real kumicho and to spite biological father.
⣠Nana Takayama :: mother :: 30, deceased
Met Katsuo at the park when they were 20 and 18, she was suicidal and he took her in. Never left his side.
⣠Seiji Takayama :: younger brother :: 19, alive
Second-ish in command to Kagehan-gumi. Lazy, carefree, and hedonistic. Heâs somewhat of a disgrace, but heâs a man, and technically next in line. He would be, if he werenât such an idiot.
⣠Akemi Takayama :: younger sister :: 17, alive
Very little influence in the gang. Lives the most normal life. While Jun is a venomous spider, sheâs an airy butterfly. Bright, and wanting to escape the gang life. Contemplated running away, but has nowhere else to go. Loves sister.
⣠Hideo Takayama :: grandfather :: 43, assassinated
Younger brother of Kishi Takayama. Unifier and founder of the Kagehan-gumi.
⣠Kishi Takayama :: great-uncle :: 69, alive
Head of the largest affiliate for the strongest syndicate in the homeland, the true Wakagashira. Jun has only met once when she was 19 when he came for business. Her father keeps in touch sporadically.
While the rest of America was snorting good vibes and chanting âflower power,â the big boss of Japanâs largest syndicate was hunched over his desk, huffing smoke in irritation. It seemed that his sons, his lackeys, were making a fool out his syndicate over to the land of the free. They were looting, extorting for themselves, and giving the clan a huge headache. They messed with other gangs for their own personal vendettas. Mere thugs under the name of the Yakuza? Such unprofessionalism would not go untreated. So he dumped his lieutenantâs younger brother on a plane straight into the chaos because shit needed cleaning, he was a pretty tight kid, and he was the last guy to get any funny ideas if left on his own.
It wasnât a walk in the park, but Hideo Takayama didnât go on his excursion alone. He had the experience of working in a professional, and organized, crime syndicate. With his shatei, his few âlittle brothers,â he unified the Japanese riffraff into something a bit more respectable, marking the birth of the Kagehan-gumi.
A year and a whore later, baby Katsuo is born. The young lord to be was usually kept hidden in Takayamaâs apartment, while the highly reformed gang often found themselves feeding and eating bullets in several turf wars with the local big shots. While his men kept falling, however, just as many came to follow. Young dropouts and abandoned youths looked to the Kagehan-gumi for protection, and to an extent, for a family.
â˛âź Early Life âźâ˛
As that conflict kept on, Hideo caught himself entangled in another conflict with the other grand clan, who happened to be allies with the other one. It was during this time when Katsuo found and committed himself to a girl. Nana got knocked up after several years of trying, and during those eight months, Katsuo contemplated leaving his father to somewhere safer and idyllic, like Florida, or Canada, or some shit. Until his father was shot in the head on the way to the hospital to greet the newborn child.
Papa Kats became Papa, alright. After a period of existentialism he assumed his fatherâs role and became the Oyabun at just twenty-two. Several years passed, and he got two more kids to feed. Not that that was much of a problem-- he had cash to spare (thanks, Pops.)
Business was going and growing as it always had, with Junko watching by her fatherâs side. She was mostly a fan favorite, her âbig brothersâ doting on her and joking about how sheâs technically their boss. Her father treated her like a normal girl, putting her in a private school along with her siblings and keeping her from the violence of his job. Then life and her twisted sense of humor decided to fuck with the Takayamaâs once again, and after finding out that Junkoâs mommy wasnât making it to her tenth birthday party, they open up a present with Nanaâs decapitated melon.
What used to be just fun facts of the day became Junkoâs everyday life. Kazuo began regimenting his lifestyle into hers, afraid that she wouldnât be able to care for herself of she was dragged in. The door he left ajar was busted open, and she was fully immersed. So immersed, she fell into a sort of identity crisis at fifteen, following a series of drunk boyfriends and shady jobs.
â˛âź Now âźâ˛
She eventually pulled her shit together after graduating high school and being a full-time soldier for her father. Though she had the skills, the experience, and the lineage, she wasnât officially anything important. She had no real power. Then she found out the guy second-in-command was plotting to become the big daddy himself. She kept it secret, and after year of seducing the old fuck, she lured him into his birthday suit in some decadent love hotel and stabbed him in the back, watching him bleed out on the perfumed bed sheets.
Word got out of what happened, and when it got to her father, it was first met with anger. Rage quickly dissolved into pride, and at twenty, Junko became the Wakagashira. It didnât change much of what she usually did, but the newfound power and official respect was pretty sweet.