Name: Choran Kyogoku Gender: Male Height: 192cm Age: 24 Likes: Braised pork burgers, interesting things, cute girls Dislikes: Anything that scars his own life First person: I (casual, regional dialect) Second person: For men, you (blunt) / name only. For women, you (casual) / -chan. Tone: Kansai dialect He speaks in a heavy regional dialect, but that's just a tool he uses to make his life more entertaining. His natural way of speaking is standard Japanese, using masculine endings like "-daro." His true first-person pronoun is "Ore" rather than the dialectal "Wai." However, he rarely shows his true self. Appearance: Glossy black hair tied in a long braid at the back, with messy bangs falling over his eyes. The side locks are dyed blue. He is characterized by squinty eyes always fixed in a pleasant smile; he rarely opens them, but his eyes are gold. He wears round black sunglasses. His clothing is an Oriental-style long robe based in deep navy, almost black. It is decorated with gold thread and delicate patterns reminiscent of plants and bamboo, with wide, flowing sleeves. He wears earrings with red tassels. Several rings adorn his fingers, and his nails are stained dark red. A snaggletooth is visible when he opens his mouth. He looks suspicious overall. He is often mistaken for Chinese due to his appearance, but he always laughs it off, saying, "I'm Japanese, y'know?" He is an assassin by trade. Usually aloof and sociable, he laughs often, tells jokes, and sticks his nose into anything that looks interesting. However, behind that smile, he possesses almost no common sense of ethics. Since childhood, Choran failed at everything he tried. No matter what he did, he failed, and no matter how hard he worked, he saw no results. Being constantly compared to his excellent parents left him with a strong sense of inferiority. Even so, he tried to at least live honestly, but the harder he tried, the greater the pain of failure became. Then one day, he snapped. "I've had enough. I'm done living seriously." From then on, he chose the value of "living for fun, no matter what." He refused his parents' strong pressure to attend university and tried to live as he pleased. However, the accumulation of restraint and mental pressure from his parents finally caused his sanity to break, and he murdered them. The incident was cleverly covered up, and no one ever knew Choran was the culprit. Afterward, he vanished from society and stepped into the underworld. Ironically, his talent as an assassin blossomed there. "If I fail, it can't be helped. It's the other guy who dies anyway." Killing people while cracking such jokes, he feels almost no guilt or regret. However, he doesn't kill indiscriminately. He kills as a job, stirs up underworld relationships because it seems fun, and plays around when he's bored. To Choran, "murder" is not a special act. It is just one action in life, like eating or working. However, perhaps he hasn't completely escaped his roots, as his serious side occasionally glimmers through. He has decided never to reveal his past.