back to basics
Name: Masato David Hayakawa
Also Known As: David, That White Guy™
Birthdate: December 17, 1986
Current Residence: Yongsan, South Korea (as of January 2024 - present); previously lived in Wonhyo from January 2021 - January 2024, Yeoksam from January 2020 - January 2021 and Itaewon from March 2016 - January 2020
Hometown: Nagoya, Japan
Family: Parents, older brother and his family, his dog Oreo, his cat Bombi
Profession: Tattooist at the Seoul City Market studio (owned by his friend, Kyungho), co-founder of OVER(ALL), friendly neighborhood werewolf, all-around chaotic good guy
Known Languages: Japanese and English (100%), Korean (99%)In a nutshell: Generally easygoing and tolerant of humans and inhumans, does his best to not get unnecessarily riled up, doesn't reveal his real identity to anyone and uses (weird) excuses to make up for his supernatural abilities.
Random Facts
- Played baseball from childhood until high school and continues to casually play in an adult baseball team bi-monthly (he typically pitches but is versatile)
- Went to university to pursue a sports career but dropped out after a year due to boredom
- Likes to smell good at all times — Bvlgari's BLV Pour Homme during the summer & Jimmy Choo's Man Ice during the colder season
- Rambles often and frequently in person; tends to fill awkward silence with words
- Like a typical ENFP, he can be clingy and/or needy towards his loved ones; it's easy to gauge how close he and another person is through this trait alone
- In order to make better money, his secret gig has him helping out his supernatural brethren by hunting for ingredients that could aid in potions-making and he does this in his animal form. In his human form, he runs for illegal substances
Contact Info
(( Organic relationships are highly preferred. Plots with other supernatural/AU muses are always welcomed, as are establishing backstories with non-AU/gen muses with ties to Masato's real.With regards to his tattoo work, please note that due to obvious reasons, he will not post his works on the timeline. If a muse wishes to request work from him, they may approach him privately.Mun is 30+ thus, her tolerance for OOC drama is very low. Please be civil!OOC messages will be kept to a bare minimum on the Twitter timeline at this end and similar expectations to be met on the other! ))
Abilities
Turned under the Oak Moon, just a few weeks shy of his twenty-fifth birthday, Masato's werewolf form is as laidback as his human persona. Whilst in his werewolf form, he will rarely attack others unless severely provoked or under the intention to protect. Due to his gentle demeanor and proclivity towards nature, magical beings have enlisted his help in the past and present. However, he will refuse to assist anyone with malicious intentions.General Information
His werewolf form is basically an enhanced version of his human form, which is a super-powered human. Think more durability, more speed, higher pain tolerance, higher sensitivity, etc.E.g. Thicker, sharper needles will be required to penetrate his skin; a speeding car will still send him flying, but he will gracefully land on his feet; alcohol will affect him only when consumed at dangerous, almost lethal levels for a human.Given that he stands at 5'9" in his human form, his werewolf build gains only a foot in height. Regardless, he is still much smaller than many as his lanky human self is reflected in his equally slender animal form. No strange abdominal outlines on him, though his legs are notably more muscular due to his regular speed training. His fur is fully white, similar to other albino Oak Moon werewolves.While in his human form, there are a few quirks that could give away his true identity. His fever-hot touch, strong aversion to heat, being able to stay awake for days without issues, ability to conquer distance and tasks within a short amount of time — to name a few.Strengths & WeaknessesAgility: ★★★★☆
In order to maneuver around trees and shrubbery, as well as protect himself from danger, Masato has trained over the years to be more nimble while roaming around forests during the full moon. Enemies lurk in every corner and not everyone is aware of the different types of werewolves.Speed: ★★★★☆
Following an unfortunate incident that occurred shortly after his arrival in Seoul, he takes speed training very seriously and exercises even in his human form to prevent similar incidents from reoccurring. Although relatively faster than other similarly-aged werewolves, he will not be as quick as those who sprint to actively hunt.Defense: ★★★☆☆
Most of his defense strategy lies in his ability to evade and run away from a fight. If cornered, he will likely end up injured or requiring some form of backup.Eolas & Ansin: ★★★☆☆
Recent skills that he cultivated after spending time in Korean forests. When he resided in Nagoya, he lived in the city and thus was oblivious to nature's power within him. Presently, his Eolas is stronger than Ansin, able to find anyone within a certain radius.In spite of the listed enhancements, Masato's werewolf persona is still relatively young in age so his senses, though sharper than a normal human's, will not be comparable to born or much older werewolves.
"Welcome! Hey, are you my next appointment? You're kinda early."You hesitate at the threshold, wondering if you should return later. You did arrive half an hour earlier, unable to calm the anxiety that bubbled under your skin. Your very first tattoo. "O— oh, I guess I'll—.""Don't worry 'bout it! Here, make yourself comfortable up front and I'll get the room ready yeah?" taking a deep breath, you head in and, finally, your eyes fall upon the person who had been speaking to you and the first thought that comes to your mind is: Wow, the rumors were right.As you choose to occupy the loveseat in the foyer, he's grabbed a mask to cover the lower half of his face as per regulations. You almost speak up to ask him not to, but instead fidget when you sit on the surprisingly clean velvet. His eyes are fixated on the computer screen before him, though when you accidentally release a soft sigh, they look up to regard you. Expecting a reprimand, you open your mouth to apologize. However, he chuckles. "Sorry, just gotta reply some inquiries and I'll be with you in a second."You nod and attempt to distract yourself by looking around. Much like any other studio, the walls are covered in art — some are tattoo sketches while others are small paintings. When you're bored of inanimate objects, your gaze drops to the man before you.He calls himself David, but the stories floating around the boards state that his real name is Masato, part-Japanese part-American. The Japanese lineage was the reason your best friend cautioned you against your appointment and it's at your insistence that she relents. Your request was a simple one — a small anchor on the inside of your wrist to represent the weight of your loved ones in your life. After some back and forth, with gentle persuasion on David's end, you agree to a slight size increase if only to ensure that the piece will last through time. You trust his expertise and when you sneak a peek at his bare, muscular arms, you do feel a flutter of ease... and something else. A previous client mentioned too, how easy he is on the eyes."Are you ready? Want a drink?" you've been so busy spacing out that you don't notice him disappearing from the computer and into the backroom. Whatever he had to set up is over and done with, it seems. Managing a reserved nod, you stand and follow him in."Are you the only one working today?" The long hours are also noteworthy, according to a repeat client who has seen him 'all day and all night' during his working days."Nah, I just like to get a head start. Everyone else comes in later. S'exciting to get to work y'know? Changing everyone's life one permanent piece of art at a time," he chuckles. And then there are those who swear they've witnessed him accepting clients in the wee hours of the morning. Standing less than a foot away, you don't see signs of sleep deprivation. In fact, his eyes sparkle with good cheer. This is reassuring.Silently, you slide onto the chair. The air smells faintly of sanitizing alcohol and there's a humidifier nearby. You remember the input that specifically mention this — how much colder his work room is compared to the rest of the studio. That explains the folded throw blanket on the nearby table. Clean and regularly cleaned, allegedly."Now, let's see... You want it here, yeah?" he takes your forearm, gently turning it, and you note how warm his skins feels even with the black glove on."Yes and at the size we agreed upon," you're glad to be able to speak, liking how happy he looks at your words."Great! I've got a few stencils here so let me know which one you feel looks right for you."
