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Juugo was born with a bit of a problem.

It was a very small problem, and certainly nothing unusual for a small child. Just a bit of colic, and he'd be absolutely inconsolable from time to time, screaming and fussing until he'd be red in the face. Beyond that, everything seemed fine in his life. He was a happy child, tolerant, and he played well with others. Very little ever bothered him, unless he wasn't feeling well, and those spells were more the exception than the rule. By the time he was old enough to start school the spells had changed somewhat, translating into terribly restless moments. Juugo simply couldn't hold still no matter how hard he tried; his limbs ached to work and run and flail about near enough to make him crazy. But this didn't happen often, and Ritalin would take care of the worst of it. He had a few friends, earned average grades, and could claim in all honesty that his first few years were normal and without serious incident. Until he grew a bit older.

By the time he was a teenager, Juugo had acquired a moderately serious problem.

Ritalin no longer helped him at all. His outbursts became more difficult to control, and he would occasionally become disruptive in class. The screaming returned, and sometimes his temper grew beyond even his own understanding. Still, it was obvious that these fits were unintentional on Juugo's part, and his parents and teachers got together to find ways to help him stay calm. He was swiftly enrolled in sports, and put to good use on his parents' farm in hopes that the consistant labor and exercise might even out his sudden bursts of energy and calm his mood swings. It seemed to work beautifully, and once again Juugo was a happy and well-behaved kid. For a few years, anyway.

When he was nearly out of high school, Juugo developed a big problem.

His restless fits had grown in scale, were fairly disruptive in his life, and could be dealt with properly about half the time. With the help of friends and family, teachers, a doctor, and proper medication, Juugo got by well enough, and would have lived a productive, if somewhat troubled, existance - if he hadn't fallen ill.

No one ever found out for sure where the strange case of highly contagious meningitis came from. Rumours spread about biological agents, government testing, escaped lab animals, and worse; in truth it was more likely an unfortunate coincidence. All anyone could know for certain was that it hit their rural community fast, striking the schools especially hard. The ECDC soon flooded the town, taking over care of the ill and containment of the mysterious illness. Anything even remotely conventional was tried to cure these ailing young peope, though nothing seemed to work. The majority of them got well on their own after a few weeks of fever. But a few particularly serious cases just wouldn't budge, and when the fevers grew dangerously high authorities turned to a new, expirimental drug created by a medical genius by the name of Orochimaru.

The drug was administered, and the affected teens involved in the trial fell into comas. It seemed at first to have little beneficial effect - the coma certainly diminished the inflammation in the brain, but many of the patients soon died anyway from a heart attack caused by an unforeseen overproduction of adrenaline. Juugo was the exception.

The accounts of what happened after Juugo received treatment are confused and incomplete, and Juugo himself only remembers scattered pieces and an overwhelming, irrational sense of rage. He later woke up wearing a straitjacket and restraint mask, confined to a small, metal cage, sequestered from friends and family. He was still alive, and feeling physically healthier than he had in his whole life. Something in his DNA had reacted differently with the new drug. He'd regained his health and his strength, far beyond what should have been possible for any human being. But there had been a horrible side effect.

He would later learn that he had regained consciousness from his coma in a rage, had undergone a terrifying transformation. He couldn't be reasoned with, couldn't be slowed down, and by the time the police had gotten a handle on him he'd already destroyed most of the hospital and killed several people. From then on, his "harmless" manic episodes were infinitely more deadly, and the accompanying physical upheavals were like something out of a nightmare. The only things keeping him from destroying his hometown were thick walls and and 24-hour surveillance, and those were swiftly proving to be ineffective. Juugo was already horrified at the things he had done, and he despaired of being kept fully contained. Then an armored vehicle drove into town. Less than two hours later, it drove away. Juugo's family has not seen or heard from him since.

What the suited men who arrived with the truck proposed, and the medical experts who'd come with them confirmed, was Juugo's relocation to a specialized facility in Africa, where he would be kept under lock and key and scientists would work around the clock to try and find out what had gone wrong. The man behind the medicine, Orochimaru, was particularly interested in Juugo's DNA. The abnormalities in this young man's blood and bones, they said, could lead to incredible medical breakthroughs. Out of all of this, Juugo heard only their promise that he would be kept away from the people he cared about, away from anyone he might hurt. He would agree to anything, he told them, as long as they could keep him under control. He arrived at the Congo facility within a week.

Since then, Juugo has been living with dual personalities, sometimes repentant and feeling wholly sorry for the kinds of havoc he has wreaked or the harm he might still do, other times impatient and frustrated, just waiting for a chance to escape and do some damage. As one would expect, it takes an incredible amount of manpower to keep him in line, and recently his current caretakers - having acquired from him as many samples as they could possibly want - have decided he's more trouble than he's worth. He's been transferred to the Nevada Facility ostensibly in hopes that the personnel there will be better equipped to handle him, though they're really just glad to get him off their hands and out of their budget.

Juugo just hopes the new riot squad can keep up.

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