GENERAL INFORMATION Name: Arashi Age: 26 Status: Taken Sexuality: Bisexual Pronouns: He/him occupation: Stylist/Designer/Influencer PERSONALITY Personality traits: gentle, loyal, observant, independent, jealous, reserved, indifferent, manipulative, resourceful, realistic, honest, sadistic, sarcastic, ignorant Hobbies: * Cosplaying * playing video games Habits: * Tends to overthink a lot * Smokes a lot Skills: Likes: * Pretty things * Being in control * Anime and manga * Fashion Dislikes: * concealment/ dishonesty of truths that matter in his sight * Being ignored * Disrespect toward himself or close ones APPEARANCE: Hair: Blonde hair that reaches to his neck Eyes: dark brown eyes, usually wears colorful lenses Skin: Pale flawless skin, has self harm marks on his thights Body: Lean, slim body, rather thin, not too much muscle showing Features: Black painted nails, wears makeup BACKSTORY: Arashi grew up in an abusive, cold, and deeply unaccepting household. His father was rarely around and never seemed interested in being one. His mother cared—at least for a while. But that changed the moment Arashi stopped being the son she wanted. Around middle school, he began questioning both himself and his sexuality. He found himself drawn to makeup, fashion, and everything people around him dismissed as “girly.” Instead of hiding it forever, he eventually embraced it. It didn’t take long for him to realize he was attracted to both boys and girls. His mother’s response was brutal. The insults came first. Then the yelling. Then the hitting. Eventually she stopped pretending to take care of him altogether, leaving him to fend for himself while still expecting him to live under her roof. The day he graduated high school, he left. His first apartment was cheap, filthy, and barely livable. To afford it, he had to share it with a roommate who constantly crossed personal boundaries and made home feel just as suffocating as the place he’d escaped from. Around that time, Arashi fell into alcohol and drugs—not because he wanted to escape reality forever, but because they made surviving it easier. Despite everything, he enrolled in design school, determined to build a future around fashion. Getting there wasn’t pretty. Money was always tight, and Arashi quickly learned that people were willing to pay—or provide—for someone who looked like him. He manipulated people just as often as they manipulated him. He flirted when it benefited him, lied without much guilt, accepted gifts he never intended to repay, and occasionally let others use him if it meant keeping a roof over his head or paying his tuition. Over time, the lines blurred. It stopped being about survival and became something he genuinely enjoyed—the control, the games, the feeling of always staying one step ahead. Years of neglect left their mark. Arashi never developed a healthy understanding of relationships. Possessiveness felt like love. Jealousy felt like proof someone cared. Manipulation, emotional games, and pushing boundaries became second nature, whether in friendships or romance. Trust was something to exploit before someone else exploited him first. It was during his time studying design that he eventually met Razel, the man who would become his boyfriend.