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SpencerW
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09-02-2014, 02:03 AM
Name: Jun
Age: 25
Race: Japanese
Sex: Male
Background: Jun was raised by a single militaristic father who believed that in order to be the best, one had to prove it. Adair was constantly put through different trials, learning to shed emotion in order to do what was needed. Several years were spent on his physique, his mental state, and his ability to handle guns. It was a harsh life, but Jun was grateful for it. The rough years his father put him through allowed him to become a bounty hunter of sorts-he is able to hunt down anyone with a bounty on their head, and he is able to do it without letting anything get in the way.
His mother had very little to do with his upbringing, when she was allowed to do anything. It was Jun's mother that gave him the intelligence he has today; teaching him how to read and write, as well as educate him on the state of the world. However, being that she was an alcoholic, Jun never cared for her, even less so than his father. Eventually, she wound up walking out on the family, unable to handle the dynamic that had been established. Jun was not sorry to see her go, and in fact, it allowed him more time to train with his father. He'd learned enough to get by on his own, and to teach himself more, if needed.
When Jun's father ended up dying due to a heart attack, Jun showed up to collect what he needed (money, guns, etc), shoving aside his feelings for the man; it's what his father would have wanted, after all. Showing emotion was a weakness, and it wasn't as if Jun cared much for the man anyway outside of being grateful for the training. He was a man and could rely on himself; another lesson his father had taught him. Jun didn't even bother going to the funeral, as he had other opportunities lined up, and he'd been raised to put business over material attachments.
Personality: Jun is a cold and focused man. He knows how to do what it takes to get the job done, no matter what the job is. He only carries a backpack and a couple of weapons on him as he travels, only keeping basic necessities with him, such as money and clothes, along with his weapons. Anything else is a material item, and Jun has no interest in carrying anything that would hinder his job potential.
When he's not chasing after a bounty, he's excersizing to keep in shape or hanging out at shooting ranges, in order to keep his skills sharp. He never lets hisself slip up, because one slip up could potentially mean the bounty gets away, and he'll lose out on money. Jun needs to be the best, and he can't afford to let himself down.
Jun studied the information he'd been given. There really wasn't much to go off of, other than a picture and the most basic of information about this bounty. There was other information written down, but it was useless. Jun didn't care much for the personality, the background, or anything about the bounty-just the picture was enough for him, really. He could use the mental image to track down the cyborg, as the bounty apparently was, and bring him back. If the cyborg could even be called a 'him'. Jun wasn't entirely familiar with fantastical creatures, nor did he care about learning. If it interfered with his job, it wasn't necessary.
He could easily walk and study at the same time, if he glanced up every few seconds to scan the crowd and watch out to avoid bumping into someone else. So far, he saw no face that matched the picture, but Jun wasn't entirely in a hurry; he'd been given no time limit for this bounty, which meant he could sit back and give himself some more time to hunt at his leisure. It would make the chase more fun in the end.
However, each time Jun thought he recognized a face, he would look away when he realized he was mistaken. This went on for at least an hour, and finally he rounded a corner, finding himself on a quieter street. There were still a few people milling about, which allowed Jun to quickly rake his eyes across their features as he walked.
Jun thought he recognized a familiar face, but he wasn't sure. The figure in the picture looked similar, but a lot of men had smaller frames, so it wasn't entirely out of the question that Jun would have mistaken identity. Still, he had his suspicions, so he walked by the youth again, this time giving him a longer glance, frowning down at the picture at the same time. Was this kid his bounty?
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