Name: Itsuki
Origin: Stalker (Set: Great Beauty, Never You, Power of Love)
Perks:

Numb
Rage
Athleticism (Endurance)
Bancho
Asura (Bancho+Rage)
Brokent Bat (Bancho+Numb)
Monochromatic Limbo (Numb+Great Beauty)
SHSL Pursuer (Numb+Bancho+Athleticism)

Items:

Hideout
Forbidden Zone Permit
Cursed Shinai (free)

Missions:

Beat ‘em Up
Serial Killer
Death Mark

Drawbacks

Outcast
Poverty

Idolon:
Self (+2 Category Skills)
Incarnation (+2 Category Skills and Abilities)

3 Category Skills for Destruction, 2 Abilities and 1 Category Skill for Stealth

Abilities:
Destruction:

Life Expenditure III (5)
Bullet Proof II (3)
Lifesteal (0, 3)

Stealth:

Breakcore II (0, 3)

Assault:

Wuxing III (0)

Normal Skills:

Scorched Earth (4)
Freakish III (2)
Zona Oscura (1)
Weapon (0)

SHSL Pursuer: His body has been honed to physical apex, and with boundless energy. However, all that energy is made into a single-minded pursuit of his prey. He seldom gets tired, and his body can shrug off attacks and blows that would knock anyone else unconscious. He can endure blows so intense and hard that they would fracture a normal person's bones, and he just ignores all attempts at hurting or stopping him. Once he sets his gaze on a target and reaches it, a torment of raw brutality befalls them, like a Slasher Monster incarnated.

Monochromatic Limbo (Numb+Great Beauty): Beauty entranced in pain. His body is like a morbid beauty, a corpse, a dead man walking, without change or evolution for that matter. Pain doesn’t register in his head; he is unrelenting, and even great damage, hurt, or even dirt fails to make him any less beautiful, like he were immortalized the moment she died. His body doesn’t feel pain or anything anymore.

Broken Bat (Bancho+Numb): He doesn’t flinch at the sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping, his own or someone else’s. A steel pipe to the ribs? Just another reason to swing harder. He fights like someone who’s already lived through worse, and that sheer refusal to acknowledge pain makes him terrifying in a brawl. With every hit taken, delinquents and Yakuza realize too late: he is not slowing down, he is only getting meaner.

Asura (Bancho+Rage): A violent style, more so than even those of rebels and destructive people. A style that disregards hurting others, and even himself. It cares not for what it is in the way, a splintered skull, a shattered ribcage, a fractured arm, is all the same. Once pitted against him, the only way out is the hospital or death. He cares not for the damage to him either, as he sacrifices a hand to rip out the jugular vein.

Backstory:

Itsuki used to be a good boy; one would say he was the best boy. A human-shaped golden retriever. Once upon a time, three years ago, he was so much happier, with such a brighter future. However, that future collapsed on him like a castle of cards.

He was a member of the old student council, just as the Awakened and Nightmare Eaters started to appear. He catalogued, fought against threats, he dealt with those newly arising situations with his old companions, one of whom was his lifelong crush since his childhood, as well as his childhood friend and his best friend.

He planned to one day confess his feelings to her, maybe when the situation with the Nurarihyon was dealt with, but he sneezed and lost. His friend started dating someone else.

He was kept in the dark; his friend feared he would cut ties if he knew more than necessary.

That someone caused her to commit suicide. He doesn’t have clear details, only that they were in a relationship and that the breakup led to her death.

He tried to cheer her mood, help her deal with the break, but it all failed.

He failed.

She committed suicide anyway.

It shattered his inner world, so godammn much that everything about him started to change on the inside. His demeanor became more violent, his smile became a lie to hide all the seething rage inside his chest.

The only thing he knew about the one that broke her heart was their name and that they were an Idolon user.

And thus, he started a hunt throughout Kageoka, facing delinquents, facing bullies, facing anyone he thought would have an inkling of where that person could be.

He first questioned his fellow council members, who knew way more than he did about the relationship; he was kept in the dark intentionally. It caused a rift so big with him that he led to the dissolution of that lineup of council members, followed by a horrible lash out against the world.

He went to the school where that person studied. When he couldn’t find him, Itsuki lashed out against everyone who looked as much as a delinquent. He was not the fighter he is today, but his spite, rage, and motivation kept him going, and going, until a tidal wave of violence was unleashed on that school, kickstarting a wave of school violence with him in its heart.

His tantrum grew a rift between him and his father, who formally disinherited him until he could become a “better man, not blind by violence”.

His flesh became scarred, his skin thicker, his bones denser; he became a stalker, unrelenting in his pursuit, leaving a wake of violence in his path. From bullies, he started hunting yakuza, scaling issues further and further, and eventually even leaving the whole Nurarihyon and Idea World shenanigans as a side objective compared to his vengeance.

He is a storm of violence, hiding his darkness, shrouding his rage, waiting for the moment he can strike and unleash all of his accumulated vengeance.