English Name: Jeremy, he hates it very much as everyone just calls Hone (his pet name).
Alias: The Doctor
Role: Medic
Age: His real age is unknown, but the way he speaks makes him seem very old, but his appearance age is around 20-30's.
Appearance: Even those he speaks like he's old, his appearances like to confuse people. He looks around the ages of 20-30, but even with his old speaking, he acts, should I say, cute. He wears glasses all the time, he's literally blind without them. He may look small on the outside, but he's pretty muscular under the clothing. He's usually found wearing baggy clothes, if not a lab coat. He has a tendency to push his glasses up a lot. His hair is two toned, but it's natural. Black roots, but brown hair, it's all natural. He's voice is quite oddly warm, though it quickly changes like his personality. He's always seen with bruises up his arms and body, sometimes caught with one or two bandages on his cheeks.
Personality: Let's just say, he's personality is quite odd to a normal person. He collects cartoon key-chains and may act like a school girl at times, but he's bipolar in a way. His expressions and actions change so quickly like he has multiple personality. Normally he's quite bubbly, maybe even a bit annoying, but then he can switch to an emotional bumble to serious sadist. It takes quite the courage for people to tolerate him. And then he thinks he's funny, but he really isn't. His real personality is the serious sadist. He enjoys the pain and screams of others, if not crying from his teasing. His real self hardly comes out unless caring out a mission and killing. He may have gone past insanity a couple of times, but no one really cared. He's also became quite the masochistic, always tripping on purpose to feel pain.
Equipment: Needles, a phone, cartoon key-chains (no one knows why he even has those), graphing calculator, shinai, clipboard, pens & pencils, and many other things that he keeps in his briefcase.
Weapons skills: Guns, medicine, swords (mostly shinais), poison, silverware, doctor & dentist tools, and bomb equipment.
Martial arts style most skilled in: Jujutsu mostly, but knows much of Aikido and Kendo. Though, he does have a nasty Ttakbam (means by pulling back the middle finger and snapping it back against one's forehead, he usually does it to people he finds annoying).
Best subject: Science and Math (Also Languages, but lets not get too carried away).
History: Not much is known about Hone's past and everytime you ask him about it, he'll tell everyone a different story. Though his true story is sad, but at least interesting enough. Being born to a prostitute mother from Japan was hard. He hated how every night, there was someone new. And that's where everything started. They only didn't just touch his mother, the guys also would harass him. He would be beaten by the guys or by his own mother if resisted. It wasn't till he was ten, a man by the name Taceyon Guk Park (Korean doctor) came for him and took custody of him, dragging him all the way to America. By this time, Hone was lanky, empty, and heartless, but still afraid of any contact from anybody. There, he learned that the man was his actually biological father and finally came to terms that he need to take responsibility of Hone's mother. Then you'd think that everything was a happy ending, right? You're so wrong. Hone's life just got worse. Not only did the harassment continued, his father pushed and yelled at him to become a doctor. If he didn't make good grades, he would be beaten or harassed even more. Until the age of fourteen, he became smarter than his grade, so they skipped him on up one grade. It still wasn't enough compared to his father. He became so engrossed to making his father happy, his heart became even more empty. He didn't care about anything, except studying and exceeding. It wasn't until he turned fifteen he was moved on up to first year college where his father stopped the beating and harassment. It actually drove Hone wild, he was so used to the way he was living, it cracked him. He blacked out and awoke the next morning sitting in a pile of blood. His father's blood, but his father was dead yet. His breath was short, so he called 911, but fled before the came. He packed all the he could without looking suspicious and fled. After spending time on the streets for years on end, he was found by an old man. With a goofy (yet insane) smile, he agreed and followed the old man.