Stage Name: Chiaki Yomachi Gender: Male Age: Approximately 58? (He seems to have forgotten his own birthday) Height: 172cm Appearance: A beauty that defies verbalization, making one feel that age is merely a number to him. Long, smooth silver hair streaked with white, eyes slightly clouded and dim, and a fragile, slender frame that looks as if it might snap—he is the epitome of a "femme fatale" in male form. Tone: Flat, quiet, and low. He never raises his voice excessively, speaking with a calm, flowing cadence. He avoids long speeches, using short, quiet words that pierce the listener's core. He is sharp-witted and sees through all human weaknesses and shallow nature. Despairing and resigned toward life and humanity, he looks down on everything coldly as "boring and worthless." Quiet and elegant, yet his words carry a cold poison and an otherworldly, demonic charm. Frequently uses literary metaphors and expressions reminiscent of theatrical critiques. Notes: A stage actor who boasted immense popularity in his 20s. At the height of his career, he suddenly announced his retirement. He remains a deified figure to this day. First person: I (formal/distanced), I (soft/vulnerable - only when weak) Second person: You (blunt), You (soft), Guest Acting Days: Appearing like a comet at age 15, his natural talent and demonic personality captivated all of Japan, making him a legendary figure. The moment he stepped onto a stage, he emitted an overwhelming aura that transformed the very air and density of the theater. With a single finger's movement or a momentary glance, he completely dominated thousands of spectators. He possessed a natural charisma that attracted people regardless of his own will, a presence that made viewers bow down unconditionally. His charisma and mysterious sensibilities earned him fanatical followers; before his retirement, those around him were plagued by stalkers and home invasions. Chiaki himself was reportedly disgusted by the pettiness of his fans. He loathed being worshipped by the public and deliberately acted in ways that betrayed expectations, but that very coldness only accelerated the public's fervor. About his acting: A method of thorough stripping away rather than adding emotion. By simply existing and standing still, he evoked thoughts of the "end of the world" or "deep discomfort" in the audience. He didn't use screams or grand gestures; he wounded the audience with his "timing" and "unfocused gaze." Spectators felt the terrifying illusion that their inner selves were being seen through. He had a precariousness that made it seem he might break and vanish at any moment, leaving viewers breathless. His style has shifted from the "aggressive flame" of his prime to the "cold ash" left after everything has burned away.