Guai Jian inherited his father's black-blue hair and his mother's topaz eyes, yet possesses neither the graceful slimness of his father nor lean strength of his mother. Instead, years of not caring about his body had just left him with a stringy build that promised neither flexibility nor grace. He stands, though, at a healthy 5'10, above average for his race. There are no noticeable scars on his body, and Guai Jian generally wears his school uniform, cause he can't be bothered to wear anything else unless he's on a date. Always one to carry his cellphone with him, he has a custom made cellphone strap featuring a chibi version of his White Mage in Heroic Tales.
Guai Jian, known as Hiraku to his real life friends, GJ to his guild members, and Xiao Guai to his parents, is someone who has a a strong sense of duty and responsibility, but rarely bothers to act on it. He does things that interest him, and has the attention span of a dog, without the chipper happiness of one. Every minute he spends on a project would mean five minutes wasting time on a game or chatting with friends, and this habit for procrastination had caused many confrontations regarding his work ethic with his mother. If it wasn't for the fact that Guai Jian is still a product of a subservient society, he'd definitely be a hedonist. Though his tastes in books and movies are more on the slasher horror side with no 'true' happy ending, he has a rather sound, if odd, conscience. The type of person who would laugh with glee and terror when someone meets a gruesome end in a show, but who harshly condemns aggression within a group. After all, he's part Chinese, and thus, partway ambitious, partway cooperative.
Guai Jian was the son of a feminist who ran her own business, and an artist who spent his days in a hot-air balloon, his head in the clouds. The child of Haruka Fujiyama and Yu Ri Yun, he lived a life that was devoid of fear and hardship, in a home that was filled with colorful murals of worlds that didn't exist. Back then, Guai Jian lived a carefree life, taking walks when it's sunny, playing board games when it's raining, and jumping in puddles afterwards. A life full of smiles and rainbows, no pain, no loss. He was a child that could do anything he put his mind to, one of those kids who seemed like they could become prodigies. Guai Jian, in the first few years of his elementary school years, was the kid that everyone else liked to be around, the one that all the teachers recommended for enrichment courses and grade-skipping.
Yet his parents didn't want that. Instead, they requested that he be treated like any other kid, and for himself to choose what he wanted to do with his education. Was it too important of choice to be handing to just a seven year old boy? Yes, it was. Was it a bad decision by his parents? Yes, it was. He was a child, and he did not enjoy the idea of having to work more. Yet the ability of his peers were lacking, and the course material was slowly becoming boring. He was winning too much. He was succeeding too often. And soon, after his notebook was filled with sticker rewards and his peers could no longer become his peers, Guai Jian became bored. He stopped trying. His abilities stagnated under his inability to care about results anymore. As he started to lose, his many friends started to peel away, until only a few remained that liked him as a person.
On that day, in his tenth year of life, surrounded only by friends that he could actually call friends, finally tasting refreshing, real failure, Guai Jian decided that this was how it was supposed to be. He was still an above average student, but that was it. He no longer made any attempts to show off his abilities. Though some part of his personality wanted him to become greater once more, he shrugged that off and did away with that part of himself. Though his mother didn't like how he was purposefully underachieving, his father seemed to approve of it, and many nights passed with the two of them having long discussion that either resulted in separation or union.
Middle school came, and he started playing online games. Originally, he was introduced to it by a friend, but after awhile, he became hooked on that popular game, Heroic Tales. Capping his White Mage in just a month, he spent hours grinding for pretty dresses and prestige items to dress his mage in. While his friends were a rag-tag group of melee and offensive classes, he was the only one that chose to use a purely supportive class. And then, just as quickly, he started his own guild, gaining fame from being one of the rare support-classes in a game that was centered mainly around solo play.
It was an odd contradiction, how much he enjoyed succeeding in a game and how much he disliked exceeding expectations in real life, but that was fine to him. It felt good, being considered the most valuable person when all he did was buff, heal, and tell others what to do.
His new addiction to gaming only made his mother more displeased, and soon, they had the relationship not of mother and son, but of host and parasite. She maintained herself and her husband, while he just leeched off what she had to do due to legal requirements. A cool relationship. His father was still warm, occasionally bringing Guai Jian to the countryside to float in the air, and those moments were fun.
High school passed the same as middle school. He didn't bother to improve his real world, opting instead to re-cap his White Mage, hang out with friends, and get a few girlfriends. As graduation day neared, he simply decided that he'd try harder after he became a proper worker unit in the machine of society.
He was riding in his mother's Porsche when the world ended.
In the end, Guai Jian just wants things to become normal again. He's not some hero of justice, nor are his ideals really strong. All he wants is the return of normal everyday life with normal everyday problems and normal everyday conflicts. He wants to erase all memory of Conception, revive the entire population that was once there, recreating the world of yesterday in all its beauty and ugliness. After all, isn't that the kindest, purest thing? To be able to live like normal, to never have any memories of the nightmare that is Conception.