Identity:
Black hair matches the somber dark brown eyes of the 20 year old university student, her appearance neither ugly nor outstandingly attractive kept properly to garner enough attention but not draw any unwanted advances, still a second year in her art school, the small woman stand's around 5'4" and is rather touchy on that subject, couple that with her being built rather small for her age she's often mistaken still for a high schooler and often has to prove her age even to her other classmates. Often carrying herself with a sense of aloofness she gives off an air that she doesn't wish to be bother. Even though she's living in a small respectable apartment complex Yahiro Emu still goes out of her way to take a route to school to keep others from finding out that she lives in such a sub-par area of town, let alone risk the chance that her mother crosses their path. Born in the city, and even after seeing the type of place it truly is she still calls it home, she's not once left it.

Psyche:
Perfectionist.
Those are the only thought's that often drive the young artist, having seen her mother fall and fall again as she desperately clings onto whatever man has the deepest pockets until he discards her and she's left to deal with another drunken lecture about how all men are dogs and how they always leave once they've gotten what they want; always biting back the comment of perhaps it was how her mother was all to willing to open her legs at the sight of a single whisper of money and being kept was the reason she was left. Disgusted with it all, she clings to the one talent she possesses, painting, putting bright colors onto blank canvases to craft something anything that will take her mind away for a little while. Anything that will place her high enough that others look to her in admiration, in awe, she refuses to be the one begging for attention and often pushes herself to far in her pursuit of being on top, perfect grades, the perfect composure, the perfect lie she's crafted for others to believe but with each day it gets harder and harder to keep that stupid smile plastered across her face all to aware of the cracks slowly chipping away at her mask.

Background:
Her father left when she was 6, and for awhile her mother kept it together working two or three odd jobs to keep them a float and enough to still send the young girl to school, in shabbier clothing, second hand notebooks, little things that burned embarrassment into Emu who didn't understand why she couldn't have the things she once had before. Perhaps it was her constant questioning about why daddy wasn't coming home or why she couldn't have the newest toy when all the other kids in class had it that drove her mother towards the bottle, or was it the man who kept showing up and chatting to her mother whenever she dropped her off at school. She remembered him coming over a lot more, bringing her presents and telling her to be a good girl for her mother, he didn't last long and it wasn't even longer before another man took his place.

She was 10 when her mother started her job at Narcissus, a host club of ill renown in the red light district of town but she believed her mother when she said it was just a job as a receptionist for wealthy clients who needed to rest. How naive she was, thinking back on it she should've known better when her mother came home with reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke going on and on about this business man who was going to take them out of this dump and give them the life her disappointment of a father never could. It was around then that she stopped doing household work all together and the young Emu quickly learned how to take care of herself, using the small allowance her mother left to either buy cheap food at the convenience store or she'd have to start skipping her art club to make the sales at the supermarket.

By the age of 16 her mother all but stopped coming home, if the landlord hadn't taken pity on the poor girl she would've been homeless long ago, either that or her mothers generous display of piety, as she called it. She could still remember the scream matches between the two of them once things turned sour, it was then she started selling her artwork, anything that she didn't need to survive. Collectibles, CDs, Limited Edition Releases. Often things she had saved up scrapping by with her meager allowance to be able to have. She worked a few years as a clerk at the supermarket she frequented, either early before school or after she got out, once again putting her art club on hold. She was only surprised the first few times she came home and found her mother passed out on the floor cursing out some man or another in her drunken slumber, tucking her into bed and leaving a glass of water with some headache medicine next to it before focusing on her college applications desperately trying to fill her portfolio to apply for a scholarship.

Now a second year at her university, she still comes home often to a trashed apartment and a mother she had slowly grown to despise either gushing over some new man that would leave her soon enough, or drunk on whatever bottles she still had stashed away. No matter how many of them she trashed, her mother always had more.

Quirks:
She likes write down the colors she sees painted on people, sometimes taking the time to sit and paint the world in front of her eyes.

Relationships:

• Yahiro Shizuri: Mother
  Emu uses the term loosely when speaking of this woman, a middle age woman who found herself single with a small child. There was no plan for this in her life, she thought she had done well snagging herself a high paying business man; even if it was a loveless marriage she thought he would've stayed out of obligation or his genuine love her for their daughter. She never thought she was one to be that naive, even more so believing that any of the men who come and flatter her at the club truly meant to free her from this life she had spiraled into. Too afraid to face her own daughter, she either avoids home or finds courage in a bottle to meet the empty stare from the young woman she no longer knows. Part of her wants to fix things, to try and start again, but part of her believes its too late.
• Nashio Hatsu: Best Friend
  Hatsu has known Emu since most of her childhood, having watched her go through so many changes she strives to be a bright spot in her life. While they don't share the same passion for art, her wanting to be a marine biologist both of them often find beauty down at the aquarium often spending countless of Emu's days off there to forget about the world outside. Though she knows she can't fix whats happened she just wishes that she could at least see her friends real smile from time to time. Often the art student uses her as a grounder, a reminder that not everyone wants to be perfect. She provides a semblance of peace.
• Sakimoto Keishi: Teacher
  Perhaps the most intriguing person Emu has met. He doesn't match his color. She often wonders if it's a mistake, that maybe her eyes are wrong, but from day to day it hasn't changed he's wore a single stroke of color simply happy not hiding anything at all. He's a polar opposite of her, the one who tries desperately to try and hide behind the mask and flurry of colors she paints herself with. A relatively new teacher, having only transferred her at the start of her second year, he's taken an interest in her art work. Saying that it lacks truth and that no one would truly resonate with it until she stopped trying to paint lies. He's not someone she often goes out of her way to interact with, he sets her on edge. He's hiding something but she can't tell by his colors and it confuses her.

Locations:

• Tenoroshi University of Art:
  The commute route she chooses to take increases the 10 minutes train ride from her home to 20 minutes so that she arrives from the shopping district rather than the housing development on the outside of the red light district. A reputable university, with a decent employment track record and an art program that she can couple with a teaching license. Also housing economic and acting majors, it even cares a small nursing program for the select few capable of being accepted. A smaller university nestled in the north side of Tenoroshi, often considered a sister school to the Tenoroshi University of Science & Commerce, the lesser sister meant for those who couldn't cut in the real work force. There's a small tension and rivalry between the two schools, one that she notices when she has to attend the monthly seminar hosted by the larger school.
• ベルシャトー魚昌/Le Belle Château Uomasa:
  A decent enough apartment complex, an apartment that was once her childhood home now littered with take out containers and used art supplies on one half, the other with scattered clothing and empty bottles. What was once filled with laughter and comfort now barren and desolate. It had long stopped being a home for either of them, now it was merely a place to rest as its inhabitants avoided each other. A lone futon sat in front of a tv that no longer had cable, a table meant for four now only showed wear enough for one when it was graced enough to a presence, alcohol stains soaked into the wood. A two bedroom, one bath set up. One room had its walled covered in sketches and paintings, many of them of people who walk past the window covered in paint, the floors littered with school and sketch books stuffed full of loose paper and notes. The other is more barren, devoid of life, used as a storage for piles of clothing and a lone bed.
• Narcissus:
  A low end hostess club settled in the seedier part of the red light district, rather renown for all the right reasons and all the wrong ways. Often its patrons are ones who aren't well received at home or can't afford to go to nicer ones without having to suck up to their boss, watching them make passes at women they could only dream of. Shizuri's current place of employment. The top hostess in the bar, sadly that wasn't much of an honor. She often work's there late nights and almost every night drinking and flattering the poor souls that come in there while her own drowns in each cup. Cheap red couches with mystery stains, cheap liquor and cheaper glasses litter the tables coupled with snacks brought from the run down food cart out front. The sign buzzes as the neon lights flickered desperately to stay light in the cold city air.

Identity:
Enshiro Mana is a ghost, perhaps most in the way that few would care to approach her. A delinquent appearance of unkempt hair and sullen eyes speaks true of a wandering soul in need of help that any common pedestrian wouldn't give a passing glance. At an average and unassuming 5'3", she nevertheless strikes a certain nervousness in those around her; baggy, dirty clothing could always hide a knife, right? She either doesn't take particularly good care of her health, or some drugs are involved, but regardless, she maintains a pale appearance, and certainly not the sort gained by nobles who never worked in the fields. For all her downtrodden looks, Mana still stands tall and walks with a purpose and confidence. Familiarity and wisdom with her life situation keeps her head high, even if her poor chances at happiness should really keep her head down.

Psyche:
As a poor and unskilled young girl living in the city, Mana lives a life paycheck to paycheck, fortunately held slightly away from rock bottom with the inheritance of her mother's death. Despite the monotonous nature of it, she has given up on something better. A turbulent childhood and poor life choices have rooted her in a mental landscape of hopelessness Capable of taking breaks from her part-time but never-ending job, she loiters to stave off the loneliness of living with few genuine friends, and fewer opportunities to enjoy life to its fullest. For Mana, simply surviving is about as much as she can do, and taking the small victories here and there drive her to at least maintain a certain level of energy and activity. A nicely-sized paycheck after a hard week of work means feeling the squeeze slightly less. Even with an inheritance to use, Mana is reluctant to do so; a certain guilt and depression keeps her back.

Background:
Her father left quite early in her life. His involvement and importance meant so little to her, she's forgotten how old she even was, or if she was even old to remember for that matter. Left with her mother, a well-working middle-class woman who cared very much for her, Mana's path to adulthood had seemed as normal as could be. When she had turned fifteen, Mana's mother began to suffer from an early-onset dementia. Too often, making sure her mother was alright took precedence over her schooling. Behind and exhausted, Mana's focus on graduating with decent grades slipped through her hands, instead replaced with a desire to find peace from the nightmares of her home. She fell in with a delinquent crowd, whose disdain for the unmerciful education system meant Mana could fit right in. Their antics, aloofness, and general misbehavior only served to dig a deeper hole in hr life.

When graduation came around, Mana saw no future for herself, and quickly relegated herself to part-time work, a life she considered the only future for someone like her. No longer bound by school, but wary of the growing dangerousness emerging in her friend circle, she abandoned them in favor of simply trying to get by. Her mother soon died, but had the sense to write a will for her daughter before her mind had drifted too far gone.

Since then, Mana has been a nobody.

Quirks:
Smokes often. Horror movie enthusiast, but nevertheless quite afraid of supposedly haunted locations.

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Relationships:

• Koman Asahi:
  "General supervisor" of the MeruMeru Konbini, Asahi is Mana's de facto "boss", though he is on paper just another employee. The absentee store owner leaves maintenance to Asahi, who schedules and manages other employees. His reasonable and hard-working nature earns him a lot of respect, and so the other employees effectively defer to his judgement. Aware of Mana's situation, he tries his best to net her as many hours as possible, and his own quiet demeanor allows Mana to interface with him more easily than others her age. Though their interactions rarely extend beyond work, Mana believes him to be someone she could rely on if things got worse for her.
• Masayoshi "Kenshin" Kento:
  A friend from high school, Kento eventually graduated (albeit with somewhat better marks than Mana) and ended up in limbo afterwards. Thanks to his good looks and socialite-esque personality, Kento was admitted into a Host Club where he makes an unusually substantial living for someone his age. Mana would never dare enter an establishment like a Host Club, but sometimes waits outside for Kento to finish with his shift, in which they often go elsewhere for a late night snack where Kento can sober up.
• Hiritsugi Suzume:
  Another friend from high school, though one that was not a part of Mana's inner circle. Herself the daughter of a relatively notable yakuza member, she didn't have the freedom to act out like Mana did. Still, they came to enjoy one another's company later in education, sparked by a quiet and empathetic moment shared when smoking in the back of the school together. Though their friendship appears mellow and empty to some, they share a kind of kinship that can be powerful even if silent. When Suzume has the time, their favorite spot to hang around is the swing set up on Shiomi Hill.

Locations:

• MeruMeru Konbini:
  A convenience store located at the crossroads of a major street that leads from the outer third of Tenoroshi to downtown. Being so close to so many other convenience stores, their common customers are those living right above the store, and those who don't want to waste time at mom and pop stores where their particular favorite meal brand may or may not be sold. As far as business goes, things are steady, with booms during the mornings when commuters are headed by or out. This is where Mana works part time.
• Shiomi Hill Park:
  A small playground built alongside a winding hill road that leads out of Tenoroshi. It is equipped with a jungle gym and four swings, as well as a sandpit carefully maintained by an elderly lady who lives nearby, and enjoys sitting in the park. Since there are no schools nearby, and the majority of residents are older, the playground doesn't see too much use besides the occasional grandchildren coming around. The edge of the playground overlooks the hillside edge. A great view of Tenoroshi.
• Niimura Street:
  A winding, tight street filled with both residences and small shops selling wildly varying merchandise. A very "hole-in-the-wall" type location, and one that is often visited by "punks" such as herself, though they keep to themselves near the bike rack. As no bikes have been reported stolen in years, the delinquents are left alone by police, though some unfamiliar with the area may pass by worried that they're up to no good. Mana used to go by this place more often, especially during high school, but has since taken to only occasionally catching up with the locals. Sometimes she sells cigarettes to minors there at a higher price than she bought them herself.

<In the past I've had trouble posting pictures on here and having them show up, when I get my character sheet completely finalized I'll see about adding in a photo for him>
Identity:

• Damien Chattaway
• 17
• Male

Appearance: Standing at a flat 6’0, Damien appears slightly lanky for his height. He has a light beige complexion and dark, umber brown coloured eyes. He straight jetblack hair, but he often dyes it different colours. He is of mixed descent, his father being (presumably) japanese while his mother, Lorena Chattaway, is white. Known for flaunting his appearance, he tends to dress flamboyantly and you could say his fashion is,, avant-garde. He has a narrow nose and defined facial features which have been further accentuated with makeup. The amount of makeup he wears, while abhorrent to his mother, is something he displays more with a sense of pride than shame. He wears a small nose ring and small silver piercings shaped like rings. He often keeps his hair done up and pulled back except for bangs he lets hang out on the left side of his face.

• His brother and mom would say that Damien’s “unemployed” but Damien would beg to differ, considering delinquency a full time job.

Psyche: Damien can give off the impression of having a markedly carefree and light-hearted attitude. Always ready to find the silver lining in virtually any situation, he has a fondness for humor and optimism. This behavior can also be inappropriate in some situations, however, and can quickly become tiresome among more somber-minded individuals. He is remarkably flexible and adaptable to fitting in with different people and has a gregarious nature about him, flitting about in different social situations and using his charisma to make friends.

Despite his friendliness and laid-back nature, he can also be very criticizing and skeptical towards others. He is merciless when it comes to poking holes in other people's ideas and he isn't shy when it comes to voicing his own opinions. His sharp tongue can often land him in hot water.

To an acquaintance or casual friend, it might be easy to miss the mood swings Damien goes through, but for anyone who has spent a long time around him, it can become readily apparent that Damien has a temperamental nature with oscillating highs and lows. There are periods of time where he acts speckless, cool, and borderline egotistical as he engages in risky behavior. This sort of boldness could be attractive to others at first, but the gross overconfidence he displays even in peril could be downright troubling to others. There are other periods, however, where he becomes morose and seemingly unmotivated to pursue anything. There is a certain mark of apathy and carelessness to his behavior as he lets friends and family, as well as interests and projects, hang on the fence during this period as he stalls and puts everything off.

This can be hard to recognize however because Damien is generally closed off when it comes to having deep, meaningful conversations or having emotionally charged discussions. Usually he isn't making a point to “hide” his feelings, but he can potentially come off as being shallow or detached. As a general rule, Damien cares about the people he’s close to, and most of his actions have good intentions behind them, but he can fail to take into account the consequences of what he does first or look beyond his personal self interest. There is a lack of self-awareness at times that can become a foil and spell disaster for anything he does.

While not necessarily a fear, Damien does have a strong preference of hanging out around other people. Unless he is feeling super apathetic and withdrawn, he tends to experience anxiety and restlessness when completely alone for several hours. While this need for companionship makes him very broad-minded, it also means he has low standards when it comes to friendship.

Background:

• He currently lives with his mother and older half-brother, Haireth, in the equivalent of an apartment duplex located around the slums of Tenoroshi. His mother works at the local Anthony’s Bar & Grill.
• His mother still hasn’t discussed with him about how she and his father met, where he is now, and why they aren’t together. Haireth’s father had separated from his mother shortly after he was born, but Haireth still sees his father occasionally and they are on good terms.
• After witnessing a fight on the streets going on between two teenagers- one obviously bigger and and older than the other- Damien, in an uncharacteristic and definitely-not-impulsive-decision, steps in and intervenes, defending the scrawnier boy from a severe beating. Damien later learned this boy’s name was Kiyoshi Amagawa and that he was the head of a punk biker gang called “The Spades”. This initial contact sparked a longer involvement that Damien got tangled into as he became friends with Amagawa and joined his biker gang.
  Damien was fifteen when he joined the biker gang and while he was supportive of the group at first, as time went on and he got older, he found himself repeatedly disgusted by the debauchery and criminal activities a lot of his friends fell into. However, he also knew that he was now an integral part of the group and that Amagawa would undoubtedly feel betrayed if Damien voiced his dissent and left.

Quirks: N/A for now

Relationships:

Haireth Chattaway: Damien’s older half-brother. He has dark auburn hair and often has a calm, if displeased look on his face. He has mellow brown eyes and stands just an inch taller than Damien is. Being two years older, Haireth often feels the need to be the more responsible person whenever he and Damien hang out. Despite not seeing eye-to-eye on a lot of things, they have a pretty tight relationship and grew up pretty close. Haireth has a rigidly traditionalist sort of mind, but his outward attitude is often doggedly marked by a grim pessimism and defeatist mentality which often undermines his goals and relationships. Naturally quieter and more emotionally stable than Damien, he functions as the “rock” of the family and he knows that mom could always count on him, even if all the expectations placed on him wear away at his mental well-being.

Kiyoshi Amagawa: Damien’s best friend and leader of “The Spades”. He appears scrawnier than what most would envision a punk gang leader to look like, but he has a ruthless intellect behind that frail body and a keen memory for details and observation. He and Damien are the same age, but he stands shorter, being only 5’9. He has dyed light blue hair cut in a mop-top fashion. He wears gauges and one earring at the top of his left ear. His eyes are light brown, but they almost appear hazel in certain lighting. They are framed by a pair of half-rectangle shaped glasses. He wears a long black overcoat that tapers down to his ankles and long knee high leather boots, which give him the illusion of being taller. Amagawa and Damien generally get along well, but they’ve also had their share of arguments in the past concerning the nature of The Spades. While he used to trust Damien to make decisions in his absence or confide in him when there were troubles, lately he’s been rather suspicious in regards to what Damien’s been up to lately. Keen and observant, he’s noticed that Damien’s been acting rather distracted and aloof lately. There hasn’t been anything yet that would lead Amagawa to think that Damien would cut ties with The Spades, but he has been concerned about his unusual behavior as of late.

hAha, I’m still thinking about who to put here.

Locations:
I know that these are only rough draft forms and characters haven’t officially been accepted yet, but I could see Damien hanging out around Tenoroshi North Park and Niimura Street. The ideas I was coming up with for locations he would frequent were similar to both of those places as well, so I don’t really want to “copy” or make duplicate locations, if that makes any sense? I can always make new locations though that aren’t directly tied to my character if you still want locations, however ^^.
Anthony’s Bar & Grill: His mother’s place of employment as well as the primary “headquarters” of The Spades after closing hours. (I was thinking that maybe it could be in between the hour walk from Sakura Mansion and Tenoroshi North Park if that’s alright?)

Identity:
Marc Kurosawa, a young man whose appearance could fool anyone into thinking he's attending one of the colleges around, when in actuality he's nothing more than a seventeen year old student at Tenoroshi Academy. It doesn't help that he could be easily picked out from a crowd of his peers, considering his short hair displays a light blonde hue, as well as standing at 5'10. His eyes, while shown to be predominantly yellow, are actually contacts that hide his true, keen dark blue eyes. Further more, his glasses seem to be predominantly for style, as the lenses are popped out. Further more, the aura he exudes comes off as a tryhard, rather than aloof and cool as he'd like, especially with his normally conceited smile.

For his body type, it's decently toned for a high schooler's; he could join one of the sports teams if he even had a vague semblance of interest in it... in fact, not a whole lot of things really interest him, to the point where 90% of the time, he's either going through the motions or trying something new that he'll eventually forgo. He's thankful he lives in a spacious apartment complex in the northern downtown of Tenoroshi as his room is a disorganized mess with myriads of discarded interests littering the landscape. The only things he really finds any interest in is sleuthing, discussing mysteries surrounding Tenoroshi, as well as exploring the city, reading at the library, and sometimes using his moms gym pass (someones gotta use it).

Psyche:
What's to say about Marc? He's the biggest, badass dude around! Honestly, if anyone hung out with him for too long, they would probably implode from being unable the handle this dudes 'tude.

Well, that's what he would like to think anyways, aside from the whole "imploding" shtick. All I can really say is that, for the life of him, cannot determine what kind of "cool" he wants to be and it's pretty jarring. Unless you get him talking, he stays relatively silent, crossing his arms, sneering, staring, possibly making some cringy quippy one liner that makes him sound like he's been watching too many old spaghetti westerns. Strong, silent, and cool was what he was aiming for, which could almost be possible if he didn't talk as much. Get his mouth running, and you'll have a blowhard who'll peacock himself at the drop of a hat. Honestly, these two states contrast so much to the point where, yes, his tryhard nature comes into full effect.

However, what reason for this is rather simple - a desire to fit in, be cool, be one of the in groups, not some sort of "social pariah." This equates to him going between doing crap that would seriously get him injured to boldly trying to assume control of a conversation that he lacks the skill to manage. Granted, this attention whoring has caused him to alienate himself, save for a select few people he can count on one hand; two hands is just stretching it.

If anything, Marc would love to stop pretending to be this braggart that lacks empathy for anyone but himself, but he lacks the emotional maturity to understand that. The only time he can really stop pretending is in his stopped time, in which he shows a much more upbeat, yet lax, almost borderline lazy traits. For all the energy that he has now, it becomes multiplied when in his own little world. Granted, he'll have to return to reality some time, but he enjoys these brief moments where he can just be him.

And finally, the most important part - his unending thirst for discovering the whimsical reasons for certain events in such a mundane town, as well as trying to discover new places. Marc isn't easily placated, unless you either load him full two or three animal tranquilizers or have him discover the truth behind a mystery. Granted, even once this one thing comes to fruition, he'll begin thirsting for more; he may or may not be on the spectrum.

Background:
<WIP, divorce, lack of friends, and an inherent interest piercing the monotony loading>

Quirks:
If he was asked this question he would shrug, try to prop himself up in a manner that would fit his mind of how he could exude badassery and nonchalantly shrug before stating "I'unno, explorin' the city for anything interestin'?"

Really though, outside of being able to punch something really hard, he's pretty decent at parkour; allowed him to discover the wonderful sight from the Tengu's Villa. Also, great at mimicking other people's voices. May or may not have a number of useless, miscellaneous skills, as evidenced by things around his room, such as "abstract" (i.e. crappy) pottery on his desk, a ditched flute case being used as a substitute for a proper bookend, some unfilled pots in the corner with an unopened bag of seeds, two or three mismatched weights, etc.

For some odd reason, he performs well on most assignments and test, despite goofing off or spending time at the library doing anything but.


Relationships:

Kurosawa Charlotte :


Ishikawa Rin :


Locations:
ヴィラ天狗さん/Tengu's Villa :


Tegami Oka :


The Tenoroshi Library :

Identity:
Marc Kurosawa, a young man whose appearance could fool anyone into thinking he's attending one of the colleges around, when in actuality he's nothing more than a seventeen year old student at Tenoroshi Academy. It doesn't help that he could be easily picked out from a crowd of his peers, considering his short hair displays a light blonde hue, as well as standing at 5'10. His eyes, while shown to be predominantly yellow, are actually contacts that hide his true, keen dark blue eyes. Further more, his glasses seem to be predominantly for style, as the lenses are popped out. Further more, the aura he exudes comes off as a tryhard, rather than aloof and cool as he'd like, especially with his normally conceited smile.

For his body type, it's decently toned for a high schooler's; he could join one of the sports teams if he even had a vague semblance of interest in it... in fact, not a whole lot of things really interest him, to the point where 90% of the time, he's either going through the motions or trying something new that he'll eventually forgo. He's thankful he lives in a spacious apartment complex in the northern downtown of Tenoroshi as his room is a disorganized mess with myriads of discarded interests littering the landscape. The only things he really finds any interest in is sleuthing, discussing mysteries surrounding Tenoroshi, as well as exploring the city, reading at the library, and sometimes using his moms gym pass (someones gotta use it).

Psyche:
What's to say about Marc? He's the biggest, badass dude around! Honestly, if anyone hung out with him for too long, they would probably implode from being unable the handle this dudes 'tude.

Well, that's what he would like to think anyways, aside from the whole "imploding" shtick. All I can really say is that, for the life of him, cannot determine what kind of "cool" he wants to be and it's pretty jarring. Unless you get him talking, he stays relatively silent, crossing his arms, sneering, staring, possibly making some cringy quippy one liner that makes him sound like he's been watching too many old spaghetti westerns. Strong, silent, and cool was what he was aiming for, which could almost be possible if he didn't talk as much. Get his mouth running, and you'll have a blowhard who'll peacock himself at the drop of a hat. Honestly, these two states contrast so much to the point where, yes, his tryhard nature comes into full effect.

However, what reason for this is rather simple - a desire to fit in, be cool, be one of the in groups, not some sort of "social pariah." This equates to him going between doing crap that would seriously get him injured to boldly trying to assume control of a conversation that he lacks the skill to manage. Granted, this attention whoring has caused him to alienate himself, save for a select few people he can count on one hand; two hands is just stretching it.

If anything, Marc would love to stop pretending to be this braggart that lacks empathy for anyone but himself, but he lacks the emotional maturity to understand that. The only time he can really stop pretending is in his stopped time, in which he shows a much more upbeat, yet lax, almost borderline lazy traits. For all the energy that he has now, it becomes multiplied when in his own little world. Granted, he'll have to return to reality some time, but he enjoys these brief moments where he can just be him.

And finally, the most important part - his unending thirst for discovering the whimsical reasons for certain events in such a mundane town, as well as trying to discover new places. Marc isn't easily placated, unless you either load him full two or three animal tranquilizers or have him discover the truth behind a mystery. Granted, even once this one thing comes to fruition, he'll begin thirsting for more; he may or may not be on the spectrum.

Background:
Marc is a foreigner when it comes to Tenoroshi and it shows. While he can speak in Japanese, he often fumbles about, making mistakes, often playing it up as that he meant to say that. Originally, he was conceived in Reims, France to a French mother and Japanese father. While he did have a decent life, he never really did make any friends. Granted, he did move around a lot, never staying in one place with his family for too long, going from Reims to Paris to Biarritz, before eventually traversing beyond France. He has seen many, many European countries due to his father often taking them along, even living in Germany and the UK for a time.

Granted, all this traveling was whimsical and fun for the time, but Marc's mother, Charlotte, was gradually growing frustrated since they could barely settle down, especially with them struggling to bring home a paycheck. It finally reached a high point when he brought them back to Japan where he promised to try and settle down... before struggling to do so. There were lots of fights, which Marc vividly remembered and shudder to think of till this very day. Eventually, there was a divorce, Marc's mom getting custody of him, and her transferring to Tenoroshi.

There was a... discernible lack of disconnect and his mother tried to stay properly connected to her son by introducing him to myriads of activities, most that he would discard after a while, all while trying to maintain some semblance of consistency in the household, as well as managing her job and social life.

On the other end of the spectrum, we come to Marc's side of the story. He was a bit of a quiet kid, took a bit after his father in a couple of departments, but overall was generally lonely and a bit of a weird kid. It didn't help that he was caught in both being a French and Japanese mix, often trying to associate himself with the other kids and fit in by attempting to go by a Japanese name... and that worked as well as one expected it too.

This was evermore increased with no one to come home to, chat with on a regular basis, and so on. It truth, it was mostly a lonely life, even with someone to support and pay for the apartment, he ended up having to do most of his own food for himself, learning to cook, and be a bit self-sufficient. During this time, however, something began to change, as a caterpillar metamorphosing into a moth. There was a certain cocky grin, a swagger in his step. He began doing increasingly idiotic things that a delinquent might do, hell, he might of even smoked for a bit... though he had a dissatisfying first attempt, so that's the only time he really has smoked.

It was... somewhat manageable at first. Vexing, but most students handled this lone wolf well.

Of course, they began to eventually notice a slow increase in how obnoxious he was becoming; sure, he wasn't disruptive in the classroom, but outside of that, he became almost intolerable to a nearly inexcusable length. His grades slowly began to rise up and rival even the most intellectual in his homeroom. He was an "ace" with no seemingly redeeming qualities whatsoever.

What happened, some might of asked.

The Lostman did. Met... her(?) on the rooftops while he was relaxing, watching the sunset with a can of beer he bummed off Rin earlier in the day. Honestly, the question they asked startled him, more so because he was neither expecting anyone to come up here, much less sit next to him. Of course, he was a little unnerved, trying to counter with a couple of questions of his own, before giving up upon being met with general silence. Of course, this frustrated Marc, causing him to just give them an answer, though with a bit of prose and detail about his thoughts about the city sprinkled in.

Once he believed her to be satisfied, Marc turned away for a second, retreading on the questions from a few minutes ago, only to notice out of the corner of his eye that she had vanished. Of course, that wasn't the strangest thing that happened on that day as he gazed here and there, trying to seek the girl out, only to discover his world was frozen in time.

Quirks:
If he was asked this question he would shrug, try to prop himself up in a manner that would fit his mind of how he could exude badassery and nonchalantly shrug before stating "I'unno, explorin' the city for anything interestin'?"

Really though, outside of being able to punch something really hard, he's pretty decent at parkour; allowed him to discover the wonderful sight from the Tengu's Villa. Also, great at mimicking other people's voices. May or may not have a number of useless, miscellaneous skills, as evidenced by things around his room, such as "abstract" (i.e. crappy) pottery on his desk, a ditched flute case being used as a substitute for a proper bookend, some unfilled pots in the corner with an unopened bag of seeds, two or three mismatched weights, etc.

For some odd reason, he performs well on most assignments and test, despite goofing off or spending time at the library doing anything but.


Relationships:

Kurosawa Charlotte :


Ishikawa Rin :


Ducking_Enigma :


Locations:
ヴィラ天狗さん/Tengu's Villa :


Tegami Oka :


Teru Tiger Traceur Gym :