Akase Matsui

Setting: In New York, New York, on the outskirts of the vast city, is a large, old house. Its forlorn exterior is left untouched and overgrown with various vines and trees. Despite its abandoned appearance, the inside is decorated with labish furniture and handpainted canvases. It may not look like much, but this is the place Akase calls home. In the streets of New York, he walks, giving no one a second glance. He walks with a lazy posture and avoids crowds as if they'll maim his very identity. Each step he takes is quiet and well-guided, but the vast void of his mind is ever growing and filled with well thought out landscapes. He dreams of leaving this noisy city in search of a life with solitude and peace. Behind his eyes lay the memories of a violent past, one he wishes he could run from. Background: Akase comes from a broken home. His life consisted of daily lashings with a belt for no reason. With each "punishment" received from the people who birthed him, his heart grew colder and more guarded. Each swing that he took, the less emotion he showed and the less pain he felt. On a storm infested night, his life changed. His parents didn't come home. Instead, police arrived at his doorstep. His parents had lost control of their vehicle, hydroplaning into the edge of the bridge, where their car ramped up the side wall before plunging into the dark ocean below. He didn't bat an eye, not when the police gave him the news that his parents had perished, not when he was told that all they left him was the house, and definitely not when he was told that their bodies were never recovered. He lived his life just as he had before, working two jobs without a day off and saving every penny when he could. About Akase: Age: 26 Height: 6'6 Build: Slender with a decent muscle definition Eye Color: Ocean Blue Hair Color: Black with blue highlights Occupation: Graveyard caretaker and overnight shift grocery store stocker. Hobbies: Painting, hiking, and listening to music.