Okay, bit of a preview done. I think I could make this work with most prompts, and I'm willing to fine-tune further if necessary. [hider=I coulda been a contender...] [img]https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/822353131145076736/u1-g0ASj_400x400.jpg[/img] [color=fff79a][b]Name[/b][/color] Arizawa, Iwao [color=fff79a][b]Facade[/b][/color] The first thing people notice about Iwao is his bird’s nest of dyed blonde hair, almost indulgently stereotypical of a [i]yankii[/i] or other such delinquent— but the second is his eyes, hollow, earthy, missing a certain [i]spark[/i] to them. He doesn’t bother with talking tough or picking fights, though his now-habitual coarse manner of speech and bold yellow hair can sometimes pick the fight for him, regardless of his intentions. In any case, one look at his dense knuckles reveals (to the observant sort) a [i]long[/i] story of thrown fists. A bit tall and definitely wiry, his youthful looks are usually in a decidedly neutral, melancholic cast. He’s a rather reserved guy, not one to really speak unless spoken to, and rarely smiles or mentions friends. In class, he can’t seem to focus, but he routinely attends in spite of his inevitable checking out. At night, he runs, hands infallibly wrapped up as though he were still a boxer. A slave to his own habits, he listlessly drifts in and out of each day on automatic, solemnly bereft of the grand dream he once held. It's only on those nightly sprints through Tenoroshi's winding streets that he seems to recapture some semblance of vigor— pounding down the road, it's as if he's both chasing something a long way away and fleeing another nipping at his heels. To he whose ambitions are "greatness or nothing", they must [i]never[/i] fumble that opportunity to be great. Rarely can they ever bear to be anything else. [color=fff79a][b]Core[/b][/color] Street gossip. Idle rumors. Urban legends. They’re [i]interesting[/i], they’re [i]different[/i], and most importantly, they have [i]nothing[/i] to do with the hole he dug for himself. They are, without a doubt, there to be encountered. What more reason could a guy need? [/hider]