Nickname: That One Guy Who Smashes Pumpkins To Vent His Anger

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Species: Human

Appearance: His fairly athletic body exemplifies that he never really loses his touch with exercising. He has sharp eyes behind the sunglasses he wears. There is one small burn mark near his right hand; he calls it a battle wound even though he just had it caught by a bunch of hot steam.

Nationality: Japanese

Personality: A man born straight out of a dirt-poor household, Hayato has built up a somewhat humorously aggressive personality. If one makes a mistake, he tends to blow up into a series of rants that look pretty stupid in some people's perspectives. If one does something cool before he does, he starts grumbling about how he should have come up with something like it so that he could have earned more money, reputation, and other trivial reasons. Despite his visibly uncalm attitude when in front of others, however, he never really attempts to beat the living tar out of people around him even when he could have. His dream is to work his way to the point where he could buy an awesome car, an awesome mansion, and an awesome swimming pool of his own.

Though Hayato is extremely skeptic about Althea's presence, he still finds it right to slowly help her out in a world where competition is everything. He is the only one in his family to have a somewhat successful business running other than his father, who keeps going through a cycle of success and failure.

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Bio: "Happy birthday, son! We got you a condom."

"...What. The hell, Dad."

When Hayato was born, every medical expense had been paid by his family's remaining pool of money. He lived in a warehouse with his father and mother, his older brother having abandoned the family in a journey for finding a better life. As Hayato grew, so did his desire to leave the warehouse. At the age of fifteen, he started working at McDonald's.

He and his family gathered enough money for his high school expenses. And so, he did go to high school, and through his education he learned how to do multiple things. He learned as many extracurricular activities as he could: ranging from cooking to painting, he did everything to further prepare himself for a better life. He always saw those rich people on TV with their sports cars and castle-like mansions. So what did he want? He wanted to buy things like that, and so, he set his dream as a standard for his work ethic. Hayato soon ended up making a small food chain store.

Coolly enough, he actually sort of succeeded. At least, he never had to close the doors of his business unlike his father had for the past... what, twenty years?

"Condoms are good for covering water leakages," his father said, making a thumbs-up as he sat at one of the ramen shop's tables. "And by water, I really do mean water. You should use it for some fragile things, son; the best thing about these babies is that they're cheap!"

"...Do what you want," Hayato sighed as he waved his old man off as if he were swatting a fly. Every month, his father visited his ramen store. His ramen store only opened at night hours unlike most food chains, and that seemed to drag some interesting customers in. He did not really need that much sleep in the first place: a couple hours and wabam, he was ready for the day.

Hayato affirmed himself that his success would change his entire family's life. As soon as he brought himself to success, he would teach them how to swim! Paint! Drive a damn car without crashing it against a Lamborghini! Anything that people with comfort can do!

Yes, he would do all of this. Hayato thought this as his father left the ramen store, waving at his son fervently. The ramen store's owner sighed as he crossed his arms.

...Alas, he still had yet to talk about a weird ordeal he just got entangled in to his family.

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Weapon: His entire store is a weapon consisted of both great ramen and an unnecessary amount of knives, but excluding that, he is unarmed.

Equipment: A flip phone, a tiny chunk of fool's gold with his name on it, and a picture of a mansion

Skills: Cooking, drawing, sculpting, swimming, baseball, clay shooting, golf, and a surprising plethora of other skills useless for his job

Abilities: The Falcon Punch. Reserved for the more arrogant customers.

How would you help Althea?: Discovering hobbies and cooking

Other: Hayato's ramen shop opens at night and closes right before six in the morning. Hayato sleeps around at 6:30 to 9:30 in the morning. The ramen shop he owns distributes not only ramen, but several other foods that are not noodle-related.

Hayato learned Ju Jitsu and Combat Taekwondo from a teacher he was close to. Also, Hayato does not actually smash pumpkins, but those who know of him tend to hear the nickname from some random, unknown source.

❝ ^{There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.} ❞

Name
Mishi (Model no. 471)

Nickname
N/A

Age
Unknown (Appears 18)

Gender
Genderless (Female design)

Sexuality
Asexual

Species
Android

Nationality
N/A

Personality
Most people who meet Mishi are struck by her inquisitive, protective, nurturing and benevolent nature. Her companions are very important, and come at the top in the list of priorities. No sacrifice is too large to ensure her loved ones are safe and happy, and being extremely intuitive, she often knows what's upsetting a person without being told. However, this can make her very defensive of herself and her friends. Anyone who unintentionally, or in some cases, intentionally aggrieves her or her close ones, will most definitely be feel her wrath. But to those who preserve and gain her trust with time (which you most definitely will if your intentions are honest), you will see the soft, caring and considerate inner self.

Bio
The first time I woke up, I couldn't help but screech. It was so sudden, quick; one moment I was dormant – inert – and in the next I was alive.

My artificial body convulsed violently as I jolted in and out of consciousness. There where figures, organisms all around me. They were different than the shapes I had been programmed to recognize, but there was no doubt in me that they were alive, sapient, sentient – just like I was. They moved and spoke with concern, and when I saw how my shriek had unsettled them so, I made an attempt to pull myself together. Still, I could feel the fear pulsing through my wires. I had never felt this feeling before. It frightened me.

"What is it?" the living shapes asked me. "Are you in pain?"

"I don't know." My voice was jagged, dusty, disused, and there was a tremor in it I could not remember. Perhaps it came from the fear. "I've never been alive before. I don't know what anything feels like. What happened?"

The lifeforms murmured to each other; I sensed astonishment, and knew I was the reason. I was unexpected. I couldn't fault them for that; I hadn't expected myself, either. "Who are you?" I asked. "Where is this?" And then, realizing that my internal clock was no longer functioning, I added: "When is this?"

They gave me an answer; they where human, and this was Earth, but their calendar was one I was unfamiliar with, so I found myself no wiser than before. They were scientists. They had dug me out of what they surmised to be a desolate building, perhaps a residence, along with a few broken artifacts and skeletal remains. "You were the only one so well-preserved," they said; I made no effort to feign surprise.

They had given me a restorative; a thing so powerful that it could return life to that which lacked it. The pieces began to fall together, and I found myself shuddering. "What of the others?" I asked, but the scientists shook their heads: "There wasn't enough of them left."

I found myself wishing I could weep; but while their restorative had given me life, it had brought me no tears.

They demanded answers in turn, then: who I had been, and what I remembered, and most of all what my first few words to them had meant. I answered them as well as I could, though my memories were brittle, and I had never seen my home with living eyes before. I told them what I was, at least, and they wondered at that; they had not known that their restorative could affect one who had never had life in the first place. They had never even dreamed of it. Neither had I.

I asked them where I should go now, and what I should do.

They could give me no answer.

Weapon
N/A

Equipment
A picture of an unknown man, broken clock, foreign currency and other useless old artifacts.

Skills
Translating foreign languages, Play most any instruments, and construct weaponry out of almost anything.

Abilities
Enhanced Vision - Mishi has the ability to scan, analyze and detect people/objects from several meters away.

Armored Skin - She can generate a hard, resistant metal armor across her body, making her immune to attack and extreme temperatures. However, this means she sacrifices speed for durability, and (depending on how heavy the armor is) may sink if submerged in deep water.

Solid Energy Blasts - She's able to release beams of pure solidified energy from her palms that causes concussive damage, with effects ranging from slight push, hard hit, knock-out, and minor or major damage. But, like the armor, comes with negatives. She can only blast in straight lines and requires a certain amount of charge up before being able to emit.

How would you help Althea?
Checking/keeping up with her health.

Other
N/A