bewray

Your name is Honda Daichi, the secondary Japanese, and you think you are the greatest thing to ever step foot on this earth. You aren't just going to be quiet about it, either, no. You're not that kind of person at all. You're going to flaunt your perfect brown hair and your perfect red eyes for all to see, and they're going to quickly find out how annoying you are the second you open your mouth love it.

You specialise in acerbating your family and pretty much everyone else around you with your oversized ego and flaunting air, but you either don't notice or don't care. Your interests include doing your hair, shopping, hacking reprogramming computers, and taking pictures for blackmail, all of which you treat as normal. You have a pretty fine sense of fashion and take particular pleasure in the strange fads your people are always coming up with.

You're really just not a nice person at all on the inside and it seems your sole purpose in life is to make everyone else's existences miserable. Your insufferable ego and obsession with modernism and all of the rotten morals that coincide with it isolate you from most. Ah, well, you don't mind being hated. Both your fingers and your eyes are glued to your mobile most of the time, anyway, so it's not like you need any real friends.

After all, your mobile will always love you!
 
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