Oh, to be a Hero

I wanna be a cowboy baby... He's fond of Western aesthetics, especially cowboys!

Fluent in several languages! However, he pantomimes a lot, regardless of the language he speaks. 

He may have killed a man. He might not have. What's known for sure is that he's very capable of doing so.

He sure makes a lot of Kamen Rider references for someone “not” into Kamen Rider. 

He thinks down on himself quite often. He's lonely, but he doesn't know how to make friends except with brute force or kidnapping them.

He hates being seen as "above human", so to speak. Lots of people see him that way though...especially because he can usually master anything he does after one or two tries. 

He’s an idol and loooves to make people happy through music and song!

He’s easygoing but can get real scary, real fast. 

He doesn’t know his own strength, so he tends to break things pretty often. He’s getting better at it, he swears! 

While her arms folded in a sort of loose relaxation, Kelechi regarded the young man before her. He seemed like your average college-age guy, but the simple fact the two of them managed to find common ground with no effort had to mean something, right?

“Of course it is! With the way the world is, death is just one of the things that’s actually worth waiting for.” How ironic, that they were at a theme park but chatting about death was the highlight of their day. “So, if you’re not a coaster engineer, what do you have experience in? And what brings you to the Boardwalk, anyway?”

     Madara laughs again at her words. Death was the one thing worth waiting for? Perhaps for him, but not so much for her! At least, that’s what he thinks, and he thinks he should say it, so he does: 

     “Now, nooow! Living is just as good as death!” he exclaims. “After all, how you live may determine where you end up after death...not that I believe in any of that ‘God’ and ‘Heaven’ stuff anyway.” He didn’t need to believe in it, because he was, 100%, for certain and for sure, going to Hell. 

     “I have experience in a looot of things,” he sings, “but most importantly, I’m an idol♪ Maybe I’ll start an idol business here... or something like that, hahaha!” He had to laugh: Him, of all people, starting an Ensemble Square in the middle of this city? It was funny. 

     Madara wasn’t usually one to indulge in weight-training, or exercising, or anything, really. He usually broke the machines that he worked on, just from sheer force. He didn’t do it on purpose, he swears!

     He didn’t do it on purpose this time, either. Going out of his way to find a gym to kill some time, maybe pick up a job at the front desk, but they surely wouldn’t hire him now. He still remains in the seat of the broken leg-lift machine, he’s not too sure of the proper name of it, and leans forward, picking up the broken piece.