Katsu

	Katsu
	Pork Chop
	Human physical adept
	Japanese ethnicity
	Street Ganger
	Member of a magic group that accepts only those of pure Japanese extraction
	Career Highlights
	First appeared in Fatal Snow
	Sole survivor of a shedim attack that wiped out her whole gang

Characteristics

• Wields a massive sword
• Street-gang mentality - 'look out for your friends' mixed with 'fuck with me and I fuck you up'

Favoured Weaponry

• Nodachi
• Herself

Contacts

•  ??
•  ??

Background

Picture a street gang. A small close-knit group of friends who sometimes have their arguments with each other, but in the end know that they can rely on one another, because who else can they rely on? Family - no, closer than family, watching over one another. Just a few streets marked out as their own - not particularly interesting streets - but they protect them with their lives - 'owning' those streets is the only thing keeping them alive. Part of the 'food chain' preying on the small shops, bothering them for protection money, and in turn paying most of that up to the 'bigger fish' of the local Yakuza.

Only a small gang - but renowned for being more trouble than it's worth to try and knock over. They might lose the odd member once in a blue moon to rival gangs, but they get their revenge - and leave any who try to cross them with healthy respect.

But sometimes it isn't enough, being dangerous and respected will keep you out of most fights, but not all. The Shedim don't care about territory, they don't care who 'owns' a street. They say you have to adapt to survive - a strength one day becomes a weakness the next. Refusal to surrender territory always worked for them in the past, willing to die for the streets you live in soon puts off would be interlopers once they start losing people too - they back off fast. Not the Shedim - they keep coming.

Picture a street gang. Picture the slow advance of the Shedim - dropping in twos and threes.. some of them get back up, more drop - but not fast enough. Picture a ganger being torn apart - his friends fighting their way to him, trying to help him, slowly getting overrun - until they too are torn apart. Picture a street gang falling one by one - until the realisation finally catches up with the last one standing. Run! Or fight? Escape, kill, or die? Even now the old lessons cling too closely - staying to fight - only to see her fallen comrades unsteadily getting to their feet - and coming for her. Can not run. Must fight. But how can you fight your own friend? Take arms against those wearing the faces of your friends, or run? An easier decision... run - and try to put out of your mind the shredded shambling bodies of friends trying to kill you.

Ran In

• Fatal Snow

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