[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjgwLjI2YjJkZi5UV2x6ZEhWbllXNWxJRkpsYmcsLC4x/fortune-cookie-nf.regular.png[/img][/center] [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zs4wKRHmiR8[/youtube][/center] [center]"What will you be remembered for? Are you satisfied with your current life? A lot of people are not. I haven't found the solution to their conundrum. It seems to me that only Human life desires immortality,"[/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/prQMWUL.jpg[/img][/center] [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjQ4LmRmZDMyNi5VbUZ3ZFc1NlpXdywuMQ,,/pfeffer-mediaeval.regular.png[/img][/center] Gender: Male Age: 24 D.O.B: 1/7 - January 7th Height: 6’2”, 187cm Weight: 135lbs, 61kg Nationality: Japanese Ethnicity: Caucasian, and Eastern Asian [mix of Korean and Japanese] This is the infamous Rapunzel, you supposed he probably couldn’t have chosen his name it isn’t like he’s the one who came to the news reporters and told them what he wanted to be called. People only started calling, well you suppose him Rapunzel because of the strands of hair left at the crime scenes. He’s rather tall, freakishly tall, is he really a Japanese man? He’s also rather lean, thin, though formal in a unkempt suit and canvas shoes. The canvas is fading away and you can tell the suit has been well worn. Blond hair, lots and lots of blond hair. Though it oddly seems to have a mind of its own or maybe he’s controlling it because it’s not necessarily touching the ground. The tips of it just barely above the ground. He’s emitting a strong field around him. [center]“You’re the infamous Rapunzel?” you say in disbelief. "I don't care for things like that, names are labels given by others in ways to categorize you for themselves. Most have never seen nor spoken to me, so all they have to go by is the label they gave me"[/center] [hider= Obscured but not Oblivious][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/33bGpZN.jpg[/img][/center][/hider] His voice is light, in fact it’s a lot more airy than you expected. At times he lowers his octave just a tad lower like someone who doesn’t speak a tone much higher than a whisper. There are noticeable, but barely visible scars on his hand, even around his neck. His focus is steady and never wavering, it’s almost unsettling the way he looks at you with red irises that drag you inward. Like they have their own gravitational pull that keeps you engaged. He also seems much calmer of a person than you expected to have committed the crimes he did. He’s pale, near albino, but his hair is just enough snow blonde to keep him from washing out entirely. His energy seems warm, almost inviting even if he seems to be looking past you like you are made of glass. Personality: At most some people would sign off Ren has merely a delusional killer, and few would likely interact with him due to that association. It doesn’t help that Ren is paranoid about others and equally distrusting of their intent. In fact that likely makes Ren come off as a someone who isn’t a team player and at most someone who wouldn’t get along with others, though that isn’t entirely true. Ren’s rarely the type of person to lash out without reason, even if his reasonings are warped and not quite something others could make out. While he can be fickle with others, he is likely nonviolent unless someone has struck a particular nerve with him. He seems to have some discontent with those who sell lies and falsehoods. Discontent might not be the word, but an obsession is more like it. An obsession to prove to others with hope, that all they will discover is despair and a nagging Silence. A Silence he describes as a nagging white noise in his thoughts. It might be more true to say that Ren suffers at the hand of his own psychosis than he does at the hands or desire to murder. They say a true villain believes they are the hero in their own story. Though Ren’s never risen from that point of view, in fact in some enigmatic sense of his mental state he prefers the tabloids that hate him, that detest him. Who spite him and defame him.Because he believes there is no living in a world of lies. To him Smiles, Hope, and Optimism are the world’s greatest lies. We smile when we’re angry, we smile when we’re sad. We force optimism and hope down the throats of those that have been victims of trauma and those victims lie with a smile. Why be the hero people praise, when there is someone among the group who feels bitter envy towards the hero? Their praise, their loyalty a lie. We lie with Happiness. And if that’s the case then, shouldn’t the world be more aware of its own miserable state? Happiness is a currency as valuable as actual money. To show people the truth behind it all, is to expose how this world uses Happiness to control you, your thoughts, your emotions, what you do and don’t buy? And when Happiness fails you, for some it hits them harder than others and they solve their unhappiness in a world that tortures them with this concept - with a gun or a noose. With that said Ren doesn’t reject all forms of Happiness. It’s usually the ones sold and exchanged like credit that usually bothers him. He can enjoy task, he calls them the difference between Purity and Corruption. There are pure forms of happiness, ones people don’t sell, package, and distribute like it has some kind of meaning behind it. Considering Ren’s unemployment, and his current living situation, he enjoys hiding at the public library. Reading books on philosophy. Sometimes enjoying historical fiction as well. He can have a conversation with people who prove themselves more pure of heart than others. Though that doesn’t mean he necessarily sees himself as pure of heart. Aware that his heart and soul is fading in obscurity. If he gets the chance, he enjoys tonkatsu. Even takoyaki. Though that often requires money he rarely has. Ren rarely denies his flaws, in fact he might be more aware of his flaws than most people would be lead to believe. In truth he’d like to see a world without people like him or the Corrupted. Esper Ability: Silky Weaver Level: 4 Premise: Mentally linked hair acts like a pseudo program given by the user, Ren, to perform task with his hair. The hair is reinforced by a frequency that mentally links Ren's hair to his mind like pseudo wires. Description: Description: Fundamentally this means the hair is programmed with a task. Each task is stored mentally by the user. While Ren has an infinite amount of task he could program his hair into performing, task are limited to the users' knowledge and are individually learned, and programmed before being applied. Ren's hair currently can be applied in these ways; Passive; Ren's hair when not being manipulated in some physical way, acts like a radar within a small zone around him. This radar allows him to sense, not directly know, movement in the area around him. Sudden shifts in the atmosphere or may be aware to someone's given presence. Active; -Ensnare - hair used as a trap, like strings or invisible wires that an enemy can be restrained by. While they are delicates to blade or sharp objects, they only grab on tighter the more an individual struggles to break free by hand. -Molded - Ren can mold his hair into shapes, these shapes are what he uses to spy around the city. They don't tell him specific information, but they relay back to him like a form of radar or some kind of ping to be located. Other parts of his hair pick up this single and they allow him to decipher what's up. It will never be concrete information, for example "oh an evil girl is blowing up a building with blonde hair". Backstory: “Hiro-kun grab me a highlighter,” an elderly man is looking at a stack of papers, he frowns slightly at a wrong answer. Kids these days, never pay attention in class. Hiro-kun a scrappy kid with a mop of hair, with an expression that reminds him of a puppy dog, is digging through his drawer for a highlighter. He’s a good kid, though even he admits he can be a teacher’s pet. Yet, here there after school hours and he was treating him like a friend not a student. “Kobayashi-sensei, do you remember all your students?” Hiro ask. Kobayashi takes a second, the truth is that very few of his students leave an impression on him. The few who do end up running this city. He’s generally good at calling those students out. Now he’s getting to that point where he’s thinking of retiring, he wants to live somewhere quiet, maybe see his grandchildren more. Spend more time with his family. “Why do you ask Hiro-kun?” Kobayashi replies, trying to scoot the conversation away from the truth. “I found these photos in your desk,” Hiro says, taking out an envelope he had hidden underneath his pencil holder, “You use to teach elementary?” “Yes, I did,” Kobayashi replies, “Now I teach middle school, though not for long.” Hiro shows a young girl smiling, showing him a worm she found in the schoolyard. Watanabe Hana, last he heard she’s now working in some lucrative business. But she was a bright young girl with a bright future. Three boys are all wrestling each other. He doesn’t remember their names, just that they were troublemakers. “Watanabe Hana, she’s fairly important these days, from what I hear,” he tells Hiro. Hiro flips through a [url=https://i.imgur.com/WdwRRCY.jpg]picture of a boy who looks surprised[/url]. He’s dropped his book. Kobayashi remembers when Nakamura-san had surprised, oh what was his name again Mistugane Ren. That boy was a tragedy. He hadn’t heard anything since, well when Mistugane Izumi was found dead. That boy would have been, what sixteen at the time? “Mistugane Ren,” Kobayashi says, “I remember him because he was a brilliant student, not that he was a genius, but he paid attention and got good enough grades. But the truth of why everyone remembers him- -Mistugane Ren, isn’t that the kid who killed his mother and then himself?” Hiro ask, “Read it in some of the old news articles my dad keeps around.” Kobayashi grumbles firstly. “It was more complicated than that, everyone has said he was a tragedy in the making and that’s probably the reason why he is remembered,” Kobayashi replies. “What is something people don’t know about him?” Hiro ask. “He was a quiet kid, avid reader at the time, read just about any book you gave him, would come into the school library begging to keep books longer than he was allowed,” Kobayashi sort of smiles. He seemed desperate for those books, like they were his only salvation from something. As if the books were the only thing protecting him. Now though, he thinks that might have been true. “Doesn’t sound at all like the person they portray him as,” Hiro says. “That boy’s mother was unkind, I don't’ want to speak ill of the dead, but I think he only really began to change in junior high,” Kobayashi says, “He was six when his mother threw him out of their apartment window. I don’t know what possess the city to allow him to live with her once again after he recovered. But I think that incident weighed down on him, haunted him. I think we pushed him away. I think he thought no one cared. I can’t speak for him, but I think that’s why he killed her. And I think that’s why he’s dead now. Because we told him it get better. We told him to keep his head up. But Mistugane-san her mind was slipping and I don’t think it ever got better. Just worse and worse and worse. It’s exactly what I told the authorities when she ended up dead. I supposed I remember Ren because I regret not being able to help.” “You did what you could,” Hiro tries to comfort him. No, I did not. Kobayashi thinks to himself, he forced that boy to smile even when he wasn’t happy. He like everybody else ignored his trauma, his fear, his nightmare. They tried to combat it with forced optimism. And now he’ll never be able to tell Ren how wrong he and the other teachers were for that.