Nick Takumi Takaya

-Likes: He loves ramen and beer. Sleeping in after work. Showering after cleaning the house. Taking long walks in the park at night or in the afternoon. Going for a run in the mornings before work. Helping elderly people cross the street. Feeding stray cats. Offers and discounts.
-Dislikes: Leaky roofs. Noise. No beer in the fridge. No ramen in the cupboard. The wind. People who never stop talking. Pushy people. Bullies. Abusers. Injustice. High prices.

He's a man of few words, though rather grumpy. He detests childish things, but he would never dare to harm a child. He's patient with everything, very observant, and always thinks before acting, unlike before when he was very impulsive and acted without thinking. He's extremely serious; he can barely remember the last or even the first time he laughed or smiled. He's not a romantic or seductive man by nature, but when he wants something, his eyes can't hide it—they're piercing and devouring, even if his face isn't showing any particular emotion.

The apartment he's renting and currently living in is a wreck. The ceiling is always damp, the walls are cracked, a pipe bursts every so often, there's no hot water, the electricity goes out three times a week, and rats and cockroaches are a constant problem. He's gotten used to it; his salary isn't enough for anything better, so he just accepts it.
The apartment is located in Dōtonbori, Osaka, Japan.

Since his parents died in a car accident, he spent most of his life in an orphanage. The other children there often bullied him for being the most defenseless of them all; he was thin and delicate, like a flower. Fed up with this, he began exercising daily, overeating, and thus gaining the strength to defend himself against his tormentors. The impact on his life was so profound that, knowing nothing but violence, he joined the Japanese mafia at the age of 17, leaving the orphanage and committing countless crimes to earn a living and the respect of others. But at 26, he left it all behind after seriously injuring an elderly man, a father, nearly orphaning two children. The guilt was too much for him; I have renounced that life. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that he hated hurting children, in any way, and he knew they didn't deserve it. So he's been living alone ever since in a run-down apartment, believing it was what he deserved after causing so much harm to innocent people. But it's more peaceful this way, without taking risks, earning a living as a minimally decent person, despite his criminal record...

-Hair type: Black, short, and straight.
-Facial features: Blue almond-shaped eyes, a Roman nose, slightly thin lips, thick eyebrows, a marked jaw and defined cheekbones, and a scar across his left eye.
-Body hair: He has an unkempt beard, hair on his chest and forearms, and also hair from his lower abdomen down to his legs.
-Dress style: Casual. He typically wears a dark blue shirt, distressed black jeans, and brown boots. He wears a watch on his left wrist. He still has his old suit from his previous job: a white suit with a navy blue shirt.
–Body: He's resistant to blows, muscular but not excessively so, athletic, and has considerable stamina. His biceps and chest are his most prominent features. However, he's somewhat clumsy; no matter how agile he becomes, he wouldn't be able to squeeze through tight spaces or jump multiple times at once—he's no Superman. He also has a tattoo covering his back, of a roaring tiger surrounded by jungle plants.

–Name: Nicolás Takumi Takaya.
–Age: 34 years.
–Height: 1.81 cm.
–Previous job: Yakuza. Of a higher rank.
–Current job: Daytime security guard at a clothing store.
–Nationality: Japanese and American.
–Background: Bank robbery, drug trafficking, damage to private property, public disturbances, extortion, arms trafficking, ex-convict.
-Family tree: His father was Japanese and his mother American. Both died in a car crash when he was 12 years old, leaving him an orphan.