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Level 4
Demarcus Hanma
Basic Information
Basic Information
First Name:
Demarcus
Surname:
Hanma
Preferred Name:
Demarcus
Aliases:
"Ew, what the hell is that"
"Baki"
Gender:
Male
Age:
18
Height:
5'10"
Weight:
155 lbs
Build:
Lean and wiry
Skin Color:
Pale, with a faint olive undertone
Eye Color:
Dark brown, almost black
Hair Style:
Slightly disheveled, medium-length, often falling over his eyes
Hair Color:
Brown
Fashion:
Minimalistic streetwear — plain oversized hoodies, fitted trousers, and worn sneakers.
Abnormalities:
Small, barely noticeable scars across his face, bruises on his knuckles and elbows.
Date of Birth:
September 10, 2006
Place of Birth:
Osaka, Japan
Nationality:
Japanese
Race:
Asian
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual
Religious Beliefs:
Christian (member of the Archdiocese of Karakura)
Political Beliefs:
Apathetic.
Demarcus
Surname:
Hanma
Preferred Name:
Demarcus
Aliases:
"Ew, what the hell is that"
"Baki"
Gender:
Male
Age:
18
Height:
5'10"
Weight:
155 lbs
Build:
Lean and wiry
Skin Color:
Pale, with a faint olive undertone
Eye Color:
Dark brown, almost black
Hair Style:
Slightly disheveled, medium-length, often falling over his eyes
Hair Color:
Brown
Fashion:
Minimalistic streetwear — plain oversized hoodies, fitted trousers, and worn sneakers.
Abnormalities:
Small, barely noticeable scars across his face, bruises on his knuckles and elbows.
Date of Birth:
September 10, 2006
Place of Birth:
Osaka, Japan
Nationality:
Japanese
Race:
Asian
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual
Religious Beliefs:
Christian (member of the Archdiocese of Karakura)
Political Beliefs:
Apathetic.
General Appearance
General Appearance
Appearance:
The man before you often wore a clueless expression, his background shrouded in uncertainty. The scent of Tobacco Vanille lingered around him, and his modest frame, coupled with an air of aloofness, gave little clue to who he really was. His shallow eyes always seemed to be focused elsewhere, lost in thought.
Personality:
Introspective, Demarcus has a natural aura of mystery that draws people in. Though often misunderstood as aloof or indifferent, those who take the time to know him find a deeply empathetic and loyal individual. Prefers observation over participation. Boldness is delivered with an almost disarming softness—his calm, measured voice a striking contrast to the raw energy of his demeanor.
Diseases/Illness:
None
Character Voice:
Soft-spoken and calm, with a faint Kansai dialect. Similar to Kenshin Himura from Rurouni Kenshin.
Equipment:
A holy bible
A cool pair of sunglasses
Clothes:
Often seen in muted tones, his outfits consist of oversized black or grey hoodies, white sweatpants, and worn-in sneakers.
Hobbies:
Terrorizing the citizens of Karakura
Practicing fighting techniques
Wandering aimlessly through the quiet city streets
Reading a good book
Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:
Tends to isolate himself, making it difficult to form deep connections
Has a slight dependency on nicotine
Struggles with bouts of existential doubt
Skills:
A proficient runner with exceptional stamina, capable of maintaining speed over long distances.
A skilled fighter with precise movements
Quirks:
Always smells faintly of Tobacco Vanille
Zones out when nervous
His bruised knuckles often get him in trouble.
Family:
Mother: A warm but distant artist, often lost in her own world
Further details about his family remain unclear so far.
The man before you often wore a clueless expression, his background shrouded in uncertainty. The scent of Tobacco Vanille lingered around him, and his modest frame, coupled with an air of aloofness, gave little clue to who he really was. His shallow eyes always seemed to be focused elsewhere, lost in thought.
Personality:
Introspective, Demarcus has a natural aura of mystery that draws people in. Though often misunderstood as aloof or indifferent, those who take the time to know him find a deeply empathetic and loyal individual. Prefers observation over participation. Boldness is delivered with an almost disarming softness—his calm, measured voice a striking contrast to the raw energy of his demeanor.
Diseases/Illness:
None
Character Voice:
Soft-spoken and calm, with a faint Kansai dialect. Similar to Kenshin Himura from Rurouni Kenshin.
Equipment:
A holy bible
A cool pair of sunglasses
Clothes:
Often seen in muted tones, his outfits consist of oversized black or grey hoodies, white sweatpants, and worn-in sneakers.
Hobbies:
Terrorizing the citizens of Karakura
Practicing fighting techniques
Wandering aimlessly through the quiet city streets
Reading a good book
Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:
Tends to isolate himself, making it difficult to form deep connections
Has a slight dependency on nicotine
Struggles with bouts of existential doubt
Skills:
A proficient runner with exceptional stamina, capable of maintaining speed over long distances.
A skilled fighter with precise movements
Quirks:
Always smells faintly of Tobacco Vanille
Zones out when nervous
His bruised knuckles often get him in trouble.
Family:
Mother: A warm but distant artist, often lost in her own world
Further details about his family remain unclear so far.
Backstory
Backstory
Born and raised in Osaka, Japan, Demarcus Hanma grew up in the shadow of his parents' contrasting worlds. Little is known about his father, whose background remains shrouded in mystery, attempted to instill order and structure in his life, while his mother, a free-spirited artist, nurtured his creative side. This duality left Demarcus torn between two identities.
His interest in fighting began as a means to vent his frustrations and channel his inner turmoil. Late nights in underground gyms and street fights shaped him into a skilled combatant. The bruises on his knuckles and elbows are the marks of a life spent in battle, both physical and internal.
Now at 18, Demarcus is torn between his faith, his love for art, and his life as a fighter. As a member of the Archdiocese of Karakura, he seeks redemption and meaning but often finds himself drawn back into the shadows of his past. Though his aloof demeanor might suggest otherwise, he’s quietly yearning for someone—or something—to pull him out of his solitary existence.
His interest in fighting began as a means to vent his frustrations and channel his inner turmoil. Late nights in underground gyms and street fights shaped him into a skilled combatant. The bruises on his knuckles and elbows are the marks of a life spent in battle, both physical and internal.
Now at 18, Demarcus is torn between his faith, his love for art, and his life as a fighter. As a member of the Archdiocese of Karakura, he seeks redemption and meaning but often finds himself drawn back into the shadows of his past. Though his aloof demeanor might suggest otherwise, he’s quietly yearning for someone—or something—to pull him out of his solitary existence.