(This is what I have so far. If I need to change anything, please let me know!)

[B]Full Name:[/b] Jirou Hamasaki 
(or Hamasaki Jirou, if we're doing surnames first)

[B]Age:[/b] 30

[B]Home:[/b] Kara, Japan (birthplace)

[B]Company Position:[/b] IT Support

[B]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://static.tumblr.com/edc3f049c87fd0a0b62fae9ac7940b03/8cwxeou/1wCmi7v77/tumblr_static_01_adachi.jpg[/img]

With a jacket on:
[hider=extra pic][img]http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140619233540/megamitensei/images/b/b3/Adachi_pre-battle_outfit.png[/img][/hider]

[B]Special Abilities:[/b] Jirou has been modified with a device that rearranges light particles surrounding him. This allows him to become invisible, or look entirely different.
Jirou is also fitted with an arm blade, and a deployable, floating sentry bot that he can remotely control to scout out threats and survey an area. It can also shoot out an electric wire that can be used as a tazer of sorts.

[B]Background:[/b] "Be polite, and calm, no matter what someone says or does."
"Do not anger anyone for your own selfish reasons"
"If you must choose between being important or being supportive, be unnoticeable."

These were some of the words etched into Jirou's mind since childhood. This was the rule he was raised to live by. He was raised by parents that wished for him to be a pacifist. They were too paranoid that he'd be killed if angered the wrong people with what he thought was right or fair. So he grew up gray and broken. He never got bullied in school, but he never stuck up for anyone who was. He never strove to make friends, for doing so may gain him other people's enemies. He never strove to show himself as a great student, because that would draw more potential bullies to himself. This just about sums up his life from childhood through his teenage years.

Then, one day, he just found himself thinking. Thinking about where his life was going, and how he felt empty. What was he doing in his life? And why did he feel as if nothing changed after all these years? Jirou was questioning the words he was brought up by. He spent a few months thinking, and pondering, and trying to make a decision. In the end though, he ended up convincing his parents to send him to a faraway college, where he'd be able to do something different.

Despite the thoughts he had, Jirou never could get rid of those words in his head. Not entirely, anyway. He was silent in college and learned all he could, just to get it over with, but with all the information and knowledge he got from those years, he never seemed to use them after he got his first and current job. He managed to make a few friends of his own, but once he got his job, they kinda just faded away.

His new job was alright. It paid well, he was acquainted to a few people, and heard about other, more important employees through the quiet gossip whenever they happened to pass by. Despite this, Jirou was still just another office worker. A guy that was just there. An face, hidden in a crowd of hundreds...He didn't know if he liked that, or was just comfortable with it since he lived like that all his life.