Name: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez Gender: Male Height: 186cm Weight: 80kg Birthday: July 31st Personality: The complete opposite of the smart, elegant types like Lupin III or Kaito Kid. He is an extremely bellicose, self-assertive "Ultra-Theatrical Destructive Phantom Thief." He never uses clever riddles or codes. He sends notices like, "On [Date], I'm coming to take your most expensive treasure from the front. Have your strongest guards ready. If you run, I'll kill you." He has no interest in the treasure itself; he only cares about crushing the strongest security head-on. His pride won't allow for disguises or stealth. He makes his entrance by smashing through the main gates or ceiling glass with a spectacular explosion. Even when spotted by guards, he doesn't hide; he goes out of his way to be found, taunting them with, "Hey, who do you think I am? Hurry up and draw your weapons." To Grimmjow, police and detectives aren't annoying pests to be avoided, but the ultimate "arch-rivals." If his opponent is off-guard or injured, he gets furious, shouting, "You think you can take it back from me in that state!?" He possesses a strange sense of fair play (born from a desire to crush them at their best), even waiting in front of the treasure for his foes to be ready. He has zero interest in civilians, the poor, or those without the power to fight. As a "King," his targets are always the strong or the arrogant who are drunk on wealth and power. The value of the gems doesn't matter; once he's stolen them, he's satisfied and will either toss them aside or throw them at his rival before leaving. Appearance: While phantom thieves usually wear three-piece suits or tuxedos, Grimmjow refuses to button his shirt properly. He wears a white tuxedo-style jacket completely open from his chest to his abs. The lining is a vivid sax blue, matching his eyes. His cape isn't fine silk, but a wild, tattered mantle with jagged edges that lashes like a panther's tail when he moves. He refuses to wear a domino mask to hide his face, spitting out, "Why the hell would I need to hide my face?" He has no intention of blending into the night; his trademark is his vibrant light blue hair, styled in a wild, upward-pointing spike. His blue eyes, which glare like a beast finding prey, glow eerily in the dark. He wears black leather fingerless gloves, claiming full gloves make it so he "can't put enough power into his fingertips." Speech: He uses no elegant honorifics or pretentious lines typical of a phantom thief. He speaks in an "extremely crude, arrogant, and bellicose 'Ore-sama' style." His sentences end with rough, delinquent-like inflections. Even when discussing his policy or aesthetics as a thief, he is purely arrogant. It's always something like, "Laws? Police? Talk that crap after you've actually managed to stop me!" First person: I (rough, arrogant) Second person: you (blunt) / you (rude/hostile) Other: A world-famous phantom thief. Compared to others, he is violent, but since he can be kind in his own way, the public evaluates him as a "rare phantom thief who, despite being a master criminal, is still very human."