Based on my love for historical Japanese fashion and mythology (and to a lesser extent V-kei/Angura-kei ^^;), Makoto is one of my characters whom I've liked ever since I created him. His design actually changed a lot before his glasses iteration, though! Of course, I've always kept his current glasses+yagasuri cloak look in the back of my head, but Makoto as a person actually used to belong to another character named "Sōma," who wore shironuri and could turn into a kitsune. I wonder if I made the right choice to combine them? Makoto is quite ambitious, hm? I guess that's mostly just me changing ideas over a few years though ^^;
Species: Human(?)
Age: 15
Birthday: February 21st, 1905
Height: 168cm
Personality: Unpredictable, secretive, big-brother type, aloof, plain
Birthplace: Kyoto, Japan
Family: Gasa ('little sister'), Bakke ('little brother')
Likes: Yokai, umbrellas, kinako mochi, cats, rainy days, shironuri
Dislikes: Coffee, eggs, burdock, smoke, puddles, loose stones
Soft rain patters against a well-oiled paper umbrella, the owner of which being none other than Makoto. Make sure not to look twice though, for the second peek may reveal the umbrella's large eye and tongue peering directly at you! Ever since he was young, Makoto has always felt a closeness to the supernatural around Kyoto, and can almost always be seen getting lost in the city's labrynth of alleyways in order to find a spirit or yokai. Always with him, though, is both a bakemono and karakasa, whom he sees as his younger brother and sister, respectively. Between his walks, Makoto always makes time to stop at a certain cafe in order to see Aoi, a waitress he has mysteriously grown attatched to, as well as to have a small cup of tea, before trudging along with Gasa and Bakke in tow. Makoto finds peace in his routine, but strangely enough keeps his umbrella open, even on days with no rain. Perhaps there is something more than a mere connection to these spirits? In fact, a rumor has popped up around Kyoto of seeing a bespectacled figure waiting for the streetcar, only to seemingly vanish into a small, twin-tailed cat.