Yuki Suzuya

Name: Yuki Suzuya

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Personality: He's... eccentric. Often looked down upon and labeled as "crazy" or even insane. He seems to giggle a lot and hums to absent tunes while listening to the second-hand ticking of a clock like a metronome - tick, tock. Tick, tock. Spends a lot of time in his dorm, but attends all of his classes. He seems to zone out constantly, but gets perfect scores. People tend to avoid him.

Power/Ability: Nobody is quite sure what his ability technically is. Most say it's the power to bring dolls to life, but he's said once that that would simply be far too shallow for him. In reality, his power is to channel his soul energy. He just happens to put it to use making friends. Each of his various dolls hold bits and pieces of his soul.

Backstory*: His backstory is, like everything else about him, left to nothing but rumours. He's dropped hints here and there that he's actually from royal lineage but that the name he uses is fake. Nobody knows about his real heritage due to the fact that his voice holds no discernible accent. He tends to have a monotone voice that occasionally wavers in pitch.

They say that his dolls' names are hints to his past. The first doll he ever made - and one that he tends to have with him at all times, whether it be in his bag or his pocket - is named Catherine. Rumours fly around that, due to the resemblance to him, it's actually not possessed by a piece of his soul, but his sister's entire soul.

His other dolls' names are Arthur, Allistor, Kou, and Uhyou. The first two are suspected to be relatives of his, or people from his past, but nobody is sure about the other two.

Skills*: He's an excellent fighter, but nobody is quite sure as to why. His punches and kicks seem to hold more power than punches and kicks usually should, and he weaves around others like a snake. He's undeniably quick on his feet for someone who doesn't seem to move around the campus much. His footsteps are as light as a feather.

Extra*: Likes to stand by the windows outside his dormroom and watch the rain or thunderstorms when they happen. He's always in cozy-looking clothing no matter the weather, and rumours say that his touch is ice-cold. Sometimes shows up in the middle of the halls at school in the middle of the night -- nobody is quite sure why. There are many rumours revolving around him, and none of them are too kind. Most of them revolve around his practice of giving life to dolls and his general creepiness. His body is lined with red-threaded stitches.