Name's Mondo Owada. Nice to fuckin' meetcha. He grumbles, hands in his pockets. His lavender eyes look bored and are lined with impressively done eyeliner. His bleached-light brown pompadour slightly sways as he speaks. He has an attitude of not caring, but he seems to be a bit interested in everyone here. His white shirt is lowcut, showing off the top of his pecs, and he's wearing a large leather jacket with baggy pants settling around his hips.