Name: Tomoda âAloha-kunâ Nakamichi
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Arcana:
Equipment: One strong-looking Nine-Iron, a rosary, more eyewear than youâd ever believe necessary (mainly triangular shades), the Necronomicon and other such Grimoires, a Japanese-to-English dictionary.
Skills: Greco-Roman wrestling, whiz with a golf club, knowledge of the paranormal and supernatural, knowledge of anime and internet culture, bit of a sneakster, bit of a trickster, most casually optimistic guy ever. Girl-crazy smartass.
Appearance: Standing tall and lanky for a Japanese teenager at 5â10, Tomoda is most immediately recognizable in a crowd by his never-buttoned Hawaiian shirt, his obscenely cool triangular shades, and his wild, bleached blonde hair and chin scruff. Always wearing a cheshire, shark-toothed smile and waltzing around town with his hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts, he is the epitome of carefree in body language and demeanor, with the brown eyes hidden behind the eyepieces always either gleaming with humor or an insidious plot to do something dumb and rope his friends into it.
Personality: In case you couldnât tell yet, he is defined by his carefree disposition and whimsical actions. Nakamichiâs both a willful idiot and a wise guy, always acting as if heâs at play even in the most dire of situations. Not to be written off as a simple bellend, however, heâs quite adept at thinking on his feet and balancing himself no matter how shaky the ground he and the gang are standing on gets. Openly friendly and good-natured, heâs the type of guy who is enjoying his youth wholeheartedly. His interests are a big part of who he is, and heâs never one to shy away from talking about them. Especially if the interest in question is girls. Hates goodbyes, always tries to find an even middle ground in confrontations.
Biography: Born into a fairly normal life, Tomoda was an only child with few real sibling figures, or for a good while, friends. As such, he was left to marinate in the things he found interesting, which happened to be fantastical stories of the arcane, paranormal, and supernatural right up until about his second year of middle school. At that point a drastic paradigm shift occurred, and the formerly nameless face in the crowd became gregarious in the extreme, eventually leading to the brazen boy we all know today. His family owns and runs the local mini golf course, and heâs going to get a part-time job there soonish. So he says, anyway, âbecause girls like a working manâ.
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So all the easy shit's done