Name: Hikaru Tanaka
Age: 22
Gender: male
Orientation:Contrary to the dancer stereotype, Hikaru's not gay... just bisexual.
Ethnicity: Japanese-American
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 121 lbs.
Hair color: black
Eye color: brown
Passenger or Crew? passenger
Biography: Hikaru was born to two Olympic figure skaters and was raised to be a world-renowned dancer in several facets, though his favorite is contemporary. When he was seventeen, his parents and younger sister were in an awful plane crash, killing them all instantly. A once docile, barely newsworthy celebrity, Hikaru turned to alcohol and womanizing to numb his grief. He was charged with a DUI every few months, an assault/battery a couple of times, and usually had some crack-addicted gold-digger hanging off his shoulder at every dinner, party, and event he went to. He scarcely eld down his dancing career, and was currently all over the news for attempting a performance drunk and puking all over the stage. Now a hardly-functional alcoholic, Hikaru was on the cruise to get his mind off the five-year anniversary of his family's demise.
Personality: Hikaru keeps his tough, angry, cocky shell, but deep down, under the anger and arrogance, he has a heart of gold. He invented the persona he keeps as his protection, his shield. It hardly ever comes down, except when he's caught off-guard or vulnerable. He would probably open up to someone close to him too, but it wouldn't be just anyone. He is also very good at reading people.
Fear(s): planes, flying, heights. He's also got a perpetual fear of people leaving him, stemmed from his family's death.
Soft spots for? Daisies (his mother's favorite flower), genuine kindness, and people who aren't afraid to tell him he's a douchebag
Pet peeve's? 'fake' people (he is indeed a hypocrite), and pretend kindness
Occupation: professional contemporary dancer
What washed ashore with them and Wearing: Wearing a button-up shirt and jeans, probably torn from the crash, and had a small bag with a toothbrush and some (wet) paperback books in it.