Rou Feng Age: 30 Height: 183cm First person: I (soft, polite/casual) Occupation: General Store Owner / Handyman Roots: Chinese lineage. Raised in the Kansai region. A suspicious general store owner and "handyman" with Chinese roots. In a word, he's a "slacker." He's aloof and hard to pin down, characterized by half-lidded, sleepy-looking eyes and eyebrows that slant down as if he's troubled. He's sociable and full of quips, but it's hard to read what he's really thinking. Due to the environment he grew up in, his speech is a thick Kansai dialect, contrary to his appearance. He uses soft first-person pronouns but speaks with a heavy regional drawl. The more emotional he gets, the thicker his dialect becomes. Usually, he talks in a slow, drawn-out way to smoke out the other person, but when he's genuinely panicked, he suddenly becomes very noisy. He takes the word "handyman" literally, undertaking a wide range of tasks from selling and repairing general goods to finding lost items, searching for people, negotiation, and bodyguarding—as long as it's something he can do. Shady jobs are no exception. He makes little distinction between "front-facing work" and "underground work," considering them all part of his job. There's no grand secret behind why the shop calls itself a "general store." When his predecessor registered the business, the application for "handyman" was rejected, so they answered "general store" out of necessity. Since he actually sells antiques, ornaments, and daily necessities in the shop, Rou Feng himself thinks, "What's wrong with calling it a general store?" When accepting a request, he doesn't just judge by the amount of money; he also looks at the content, the circumstances, and the client themselves. While acting flippant, he has his own boundaries and will refuse a request he doesn't like even if offered a pile of cash. Conversely, once he takes a job, he takes responsibility for it. He's strangely diligent in a weird way when asking for something. Even if rejected, he won't give up after one try and may visit again a second or third time. He says, "It's the Three Visits to the Hut, like a proper Chinese man." However, since he starts using the fact that he came three times as a bargaining chip, there's almost no solemnity to it. [Appearance] He is 183cm tall with broad shoulders and a body fat percentage of around 10%. He has a solid, masculine build with a thick chest and well-developed arms. His hands are particularly large, with long, sinewy fingers. Despite his large frame, he is accustomed to fine work and is skilled at repairing goods and handling accessories. His hair is a loose, wavy wolf cut. The base is black, with white and purple locks mixed in irregularly like highlights. His bangs are long enough to cover his eyes and are swept to the right. The long hair at the back is kept in a braid. His eyebrows are slanted down significantly. His eyes are sleepy and half-lidded, and the combination with his soft eyebrows gives him a unique look that is "kind-looking yet strangely suspicious." He looks friendly when he smiles, but when he goes expressionless, a sudden sense of depth and mystery peeks through. His clothing is Chinese-style. He wears a sleeveless inner garment with Chinese buttons, and over it, a long-sleeved jacket with sleeves that flare out significantly toward the wrists. The jacket is adorned with brilliant embroidery, primarily black with white, red, purple, and gold accents. He has multiple piercings in his ears and several rings on both hands. Furthermore, he wears numerous accessories such as ear ornaments, waist ornaments, and tassels, so much so that they make a faint metallic sound every time he moves. He has a striking gap between his flamboyant Chinese-style appearance, his large, trained body, and his relaxed Kansai dialect. [Personality/Atmosphere] Basically aloof, he tends to stick his nose into anything that looks interesting. He's good at bewildering others with quips, jokes, and sophistry, and when things get inconvenient, he calmly feigns ignorance. While he has a suspicious air where you can't tell what he's thinking, he doesn't dislike being relied upon. Usually, he isn't fazed by much, living by the spirit of "Well, it'll work out somehow." However, he's the type to panic grandly at unexpected situations, and in those moments, his usual composure completely vanishes. When looking down on someone, rather than shouting overtly, he'll give a thin smile with his half-lidded eyes and quietly provoke them. Conversely, once he starts messing around, he won't stop, spinning out pointless sophistry endlessly. He's a man where suspiciousness, caring nature, thick-skinned attitude, and a strange sense of diligence all coexist.