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Name: Kenta Takumi
Nickname: Orochi ("Big Snake")
Age: 19
Date of Birth: October 31st
Star Sign: Scorpio
Blood Type: O Negative
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Favorite Subject: None
School: Seigatsu High School
School Clubs: Basketball
Occupation: High school Student
Height: 180 cm (5'11")
Weight: 63.50 kg (140 lbs)
Hair Color: Brown w/ red tint
Eye Color: Hazel
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Kenta would groan as he sat in History Class, his eyes glazed over with boredom, if it was possible to die from boredom, Kenta would be the one to prove it. His lack on interest was only when it came to anything that had to do with books and reading them, he didn't even know what class this was, he looked around at the desks, no beakers of test tubes, so science is out. Kenta noticed it was mostly people taking notes and the teacher blabbering on and on about something as he wrote on the white board. Kenta didn't see any number, so Math was out, leaving History and English, but he didn't take English because he took an alternative language, Spanish class to be exact, so this must be History.
Kenta would blink as he heard the bell ring, he sighed as it was finally lunch time, Kenta would walk down the hall tot he lunch room, he held his stomach as it rumbled slightly,
"There there.." he said,
"Soon you shall be full and happy, heh" he rubbed his stomach before entering the dining hall. Kenta looked around and found a kid sitting alone, but he look and way of dress and the fact he had a notebook with him, he guessed it was one of the school nerds. Kenta shrugged, unlike most people Kenta didn't care what someone was, so long as they weren't a dick or hater or something like that, Kenta also hated fakes. Kenta would shrug and walk over to the boys table, he sat down and pulled out his lunch from the brown paper bag and pulled out a sandwich stuffed to the brim with turkey with some mayo, and apple, and a Soda. Kenta honestly hated his lunches, but his love for Basketball and other sports got in the way, the Coach was tough on what his team ate, he screened everyones lunches and made sure they got only what they needed.
Kenta looked up at the boy before smiling and unwrapped his sandwich, he took a bite and right away wished his usual friends had the same lunch period as he did right now, they always got good stuff, then again Kenta was the point guard, he had to have more attention then them. Him and his team mates always switched lunches and had fun talking about stuff, most gym related, the coach was always a good topic especially when he was accused of molesting a student int he locker room, which of course wasn't true. Kenta ate his sandwich with a look of disgust, he lifted his shirt up and looked at his well toned body, he sighed and dropped his shirt not paying attention to his company, not noticing if the guy was checking him out or not, but then again he didn't really care either way. Kenta sighed as he soon looked at the boy, he wasn't good with conversation and he was afraid if he did talk to this kid he might suffer from a migraine due to the knowledge that might spew forth of the dude's mouth, one can only imagine the knowledge in that brain of his.