[b]Name:[/b] Hiraku Himura
[b]Age:[/b] 16
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Race: [/b]Human
[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://i.imgur.com/TRPOB8I.png]Hiraku stands 5’8[/url], always carrying himself with an aloof, carefree attitude. The crescent scar below his left eye always appears to be raw, an angry red mark, and his yellow eyes sparkle during stormy days.
[b]Personality:[/b] Carefree and relaxed, Hiraku’s always someone who’s looking for a good time, even if that good time is silly, immature, or illegal. He likes to be part of a group, enjoying the vibes of the crowd, and is a fairly present-minded person. Reading? Doing homework? Listening to music? A person that fervently believes that all alone time is a bad time, Hiraku utterly abhors solitude and quiet. He even dislikes sleeping alone, but his attempts at picking up chicks to platonically sleep together with?

Yeah, doesn’t work out too well.

A good person at heart, he’s nevertheless known as a riotous troublemaker by most, constantly showing the law his middle finger in the name of fun.
[b]Ability:[/b] [i]Storm-Caller and Cloud-Cleaver[/i]
Embedded beneath Hiraku’s scar is the scale of a serpent god, and it is through this ‘amulet’ that he can call forth a portion of its power. However, borrowing even a fraction of the might of such an entity requires sacrifice, either in the form of food (sugary foreign delicacies), dance (preferably fan dances), or prayer (long-winded conversations with a narcissist). These offerings must be made in advance with no exception whatsoever, making it fairly useless for actual fighting.

Which, of course, is fine with Hiraku, for he never was about serious deathmatches to begin with. No, the invocation of a diety is not to bring forth calamities upon one’s enemies, but to bring forth blessings upon the land. Once an offering is accepted, Hiraku will gain the power to influence weather, as well as flight and fabulously long hair. Utilized offensively, he can bring out gales and deluges, as well as call lightning from the heavens, but at the same time, he is unable to fully control a storm once he calls it.

Because it feels good to become a god, and it’s much too easy to lose sight of his own objectives once he fully utilizes the scraps of power he’s been given.
[b]Skills:[/b] Hiraku’s a good dancer, but only compared to people who never spent five years learning the sport. He’s also a fast runner and an excellent sweets-maker, due to his ‘training’ as a ‘priest’. Running away from angry parents was a childhood specialty, after all, and girls (and narcissitic immortals) always like a dude who’s good at cupcakes.
[b]Equipment:[/b] Only his roguish charm, his smartphone, and his bag of dark chocolate cookies.
[b]Brief Backstory:[/b]
The Himura family serve as agents of the serpent, a great spiritual beast akin to a land god. Historically, they provide offerings in exchange for rain at times of drought or for the clearing of the clouds in times of floods, but in the current era, where food can be shipped from another continent within a day, the Himura family now just runs a sweet shop in the Imaginary District to appease their overbearing great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather of a snake, and in exchange, the diety sticks one of its scales into each member of the Himura family.

Hiraku always thought that it was a pretty dick move, like a present that no one asked for, but at the same time, such an object was fused with his very being, and he ultimately just had to deal with it.

Also didn’t help, of course, that the Himura family tradition was for the eldest son to inherit the family business. With such a limited amount of time left before he was chained down by responsibility and duty, he made a decision early on to go wild. After all, he didn’t REALLY need an education if he was going to bake sweets for cute high school girls and a senile reptile, right? A truant and a troublemaker, he was famous amongst the police by the time he was 13, mainly for trespassing. Apparently, you weren’t allowed to climb up construction cranes even if you were wearing a safety vest and a helmet.

But his ‘crimes’ were too minor, and all he got were lectures and slaps on the wrist…until the Miura Youth Organization was made.

Why NOT make him do community service? Why NOT have him work to keep the places he loved safe? Why not put that Himura bloodline ability to good use?

He didn’t really complain in the end. Lotsa cute girls in the Org, after all.