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</div><br/><br/>Name: Salazar Tsukiyomi<br/>Age: 18<br/>Known As: "Big Boss Man" to his own gang members on the streets<br/>Ethnicity: Japanese - Nihonjin<br/>Extra: Wears a black eyepatch on his right eye - is blind in the eye. When he is at school of with his "play yakuza" (as his father refers to his gang), his hair is down (like in the pic) but when he's at home his hair is slicked back and he wears an ornate eyepatch.<br/><br/>Salazar rolled his sucker around his mouth as he listened to his father's meeting through a wall. Taking mental note of voice to names, events, debates, etc. Having eidetic memory and all helped with that. He rolled his eyes at the looks he was getting from the guards of all of the yakuza heads. They knew who he was, but didn't understand his actions nor did they trust him much.<br/><br/>When the meeting was coming to an end, Salazar stood and strode out of the room quietly. As if he was never there.<br/><br/>He put all of the findings in code in a special journal that looked like a textbook. His father would never look there for anything other than a gun because of its thickness.<br/><br/>Falling back on his bed with a sigh, one of his textbooks in his hand. He smirked sadistically at the ceiling. A low chuckle emanating from his throat from all of his information and plans. He would take over one day, and that day would be the last of the old ways.<br/><br/>He destroyed his sucker between his teeth as he raised his book to read his assignment, once last chuckle escaping him as a maid passed by his room. She ran quickly from the Young Master's vicinity, scared out of her wits.