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The Sinti are one of several ethnic groups that make up the broader Romani (umbrella term) people.
Generally speaking, the Sinti community is distinct from the Roma population of Central and Southern Italy and considers itself a separate ethnic and linguistic group. Traditionally, they were itinerant, largely because they were not permitted to settle in many areas of Northern and Central Europe, where they migrated from the Indian subcontinent. Today, however, only a small percentage of Sinti people remain unsettled.
They first arrived in Northern Italy during the Middle Ages and largely adopted the local religion, Catholicism. While still retaining and cherishing their Romani heritage, they are Europeans, having lived in Europe for as long as other ethnic groups that make up the entirety of "modern" Europe.
(I DISCLAIMER: The representation in media of Romani people is already generally catastrophic, and I certainly don't wish to contribute further to that. I always make an effort to conduct thorough research. Yet, sometimes the information on the Internet can be misleading, and the experiences of the Romani people I know may only reflect their own limited perspectives. Therefore, if you notice anything that appears to be incorrect, inaccurate, or offensive, please let me know. Love you :)
(II DISCLAIMER: A few things I would like to mention: keep in mind that Italian Sinti don't necessarily share every single aspect of their sub-culture with Sinti from other countries, so anything about them might not apply to Sinti elsewhere.
Sinti ≠ Roma. Two distinct groups.
Despite some people going out of their way to romanticize this word, "G*psy" is actually a racial slur that has its own derogatory equivalents in many different languages.
Likewise, "nomad camps" (including slums, micro-areas, macro-areas, asylum seeker reception centers, mono-ethnic public buildings, and other forms of "temporary" housing) are places of ethnical segregation. They are a deliberate housing policy adopted by Italian municipalities to "protect" the Romani people's alleged "nomadic nature". Except for the fact that the various culturally different groups forced to cohabitate a single crammed space end up marginalized, with little to no access to basic human rights.
Excessive sharing of information not widely known is discouraged by many in the community, as secrecy has been a key defense against persecution. Thus, what I share here has already been expressed by other Romani individuals.)
TW: mention of heavy topics (concentration camps, racial discrimination, bullying, harassment)
Enrico's great-grandfather (born in 1923) was one of the family members of a large clan of Sinti performers who toured all over Central Europe and Northern Italy with their travelling fair.
Around 1933, especially in the countries that were under Nazi rule, the systematic mass persecution of the Romani people began worsening. Fearing for their lives after having witnessed the horrendous escalation of violence against their people in Germany and Austria, the clan tried to flee back to Italy. They were separated at the border, where Enrico's great-grandfather, his siblings, and his parents lost contact with the rest of their clan. After hours and hours of seemingly endless interrogation, the family was rejected and deported to the Slavic border on charges of not appearing on any conscription lists in any Italian municipality, even though both parents and their children were born in Northeast Italy. Despite that, the family, not knowing where else to go and having been rejected at the Slavic border for the same reasons, returned to the Kingdom's border many more times, until they were finally let in. They were forcefully relocated to a remote village in Sardinia, in the South of Italy, where they ended up confined in a makeshift concentration camp.
Enrico's great-grandfather spent his whole childhood between hunger and violence at the hands of fascists and nazi soldiers in the camp. Forced to stay inside the ghettoized area, the newly formed Romani community tried to keep their traditions and way of life alive as much as possible. While there, Enrico's great-grandfather met a Czechoslovakian Sinti girl, and love blossomed between them despite the grim situation they were in. Their marriage was celebrated in silence, albeit according to their traditional customs, and although very young, the couple took their union very seriously. So much so that one fateful night, Enrico's great-grandfather, encouraged by his teary-eyed, yet resolute parents and remaining community members, took his wife and fled, miraculously managing to board a lone ferry to mainland Italy thanks to an old Sardinian man who had taken pity on them.
Alone and separated from their families, the newlywed couple settled down in a very remote rural area near Vicenza to avoid getting found, arrested, and deported again. Having no other source of income and two mouths to feed, Enrico's great-grandfather had to resort to accepting all sorts of jobs the discriminatory locals were willing to hire him for. Gradually, he managed to gain the trust and sympathy of the otherwise wary local community by showcasing his exceptional farming skills and work ethic.
Following Italy's armistice with the Allies and the subsequent German occupation of Northern and Central Italy in 1943, Italian partisans officially began fighting the occupying forces of Nazi Germany and the fascist collaborationists of the Italian Social Republic. So when the Italian resistance began operating near his zone, Enrico's great-grandfather decided that he wasn't willing to sit on his hands and watch anymore. He joined the partisans and, for a while, became a really crucial member of the local resistance, smuggling goods and hiding other members in his remote rural building. Tragically, just a few months before the end of the war, he was captured and killed by the nazi along with three other partisans. His widow, Enrico's great-grandmother, pushed through the grief and ended what her brave husband had started, cautiously continuing to act as a strategic point for the resistance to carry out their plans until after the end of the war.
When Enrico's grandfather (born around 1944, only child because Enrico's great-grandfather died very young, he was only 22 when the nazi murdered him) came home with a gadji (a non-Romani woman), his mother was initially hesitant to accept her, as marrying outside of the community wasn't seen in a good light. Yet seeing how she fit right in with their own way of life, they received benediction to get married. The couple went on to have three children: Enrico's father (born in 1970, middle child) and his two sisters. With good job opportunities and the support of Enrico's grandmother's family, they moved to the suburbs of Vicenza, where Enrico's grandfather found employment at an artisanal shop, which he then inherited from the retired childless owner.
Enrico's father met Enrico's mother (born in 1972, the oldest child) through his older sister. The two girls befriended each other when Enrico's mother's family moved into the same apartment complex as the Olivier family. Enrico's mother's family is also Sinti, with some of their relatives living not too far from Vicenza. In fact, they weren't finding themselves in that apartment complex by coincidence. But rather, they had been forced to move away from the micro-area they used to live in due to the increasing anti-Romani violence and persecution that had rendered living there near impossible. Caravans set on fire, firecrackers thrown against the playing children, and unspeakable levels of harassment that had prompted many other families to abandon the place in search of something safer.
[He comes from a very close-minded, traditionalist Catholic family that never really approved of his lifestyle, his "satanistic" fashion choices, or his inappropriate passion.
He truly does not care at all, just laughs it off. If anything, it makes being who he is even more enjoyable. His parents drag him to mass? You can bet that he shows up in a leather jacket, combat boots, a studded belt, and black eyeliner pencil all around his eyes, ready for church. His mother complains about the tiny slit in his eyebrow? He shaves the whole thing off and categorically refuses to let them grow back. His father shames him for wanting to pursue a girly career like fashion design? Next thing you know, Enrico has painted his whole room hot pink and has borrowed his sister's nail polishes to match the vibe.
And to add insult to the injury? People around them don't seem to care much about his personal style because Enrico is such a nice guy, always kind and affable, and they appreciate him for who he is.]
Expanding on this because the last thing I want is for Enrico's family to be seen as stereotypically bigoted, which was not my intention in portraying them. Although a few family members could be seen as narrow-minded, but not more so than their Italian counterparts born in the same generation and religious community.
The real problem stems from just how much, especially his mother, Livia, cares about keeping up with appearances, and her firm Catholic faith. Truth to be told, she still lives life on her own terms, and when I say that she cares about appearances, I don't mean that she truly cares about what other people think of them. She has her own standards and deeply cares about upholding them; anything else she couldn't care less.
Livia is an extravagant woman, a fashion diva with a mane of slicked-back black hair, eye-catching eye makeup, and the most elegant, colorful clothes you have ever seen.
Unlike her husband and his family, she doesn't see any particular issue when it comes to her son's chosen career path. After all, her own family has always been big on fashion and such things.
She does have many issues with Enrico's rebellious nature, though.
And especially she doesn't mess with the Devil and anything even remotely related. Livia has seen what gorgeous outfits her son is capable of putting together, so when, for the umpteenth time, he shows up to a Romani party dressed as a worshipper of Satan, her bejewelled hands itch to wring his neck. Or when, instead of being at mass with her, he is out drinking and smoking with his questionable acquaintances, fooling around with only God knows who without being married. She doesn't understand the appeal of the "horrendous cacophony of screams and burps" that her dear son listens to either. Thank God she has a splendid sense of humour, and instead of actually getting mad, she resorts to messing with him at every chance she gets. It's their mother-son love language.
A curious aspect of her views is that she doesn't mind Enrico's fluid sexuality as long as the person Enrico brings home is Catholic and from a good family, "at least Christian, for the love of God, Enrico, what am I going to tell nonna? Have some mercy, disgraziato."
Enrico's father, Aureliano, is relatively much less religious than his wife. Yet he has an issue with what masculinity should look like and can be old-fashioned when it comes to gender roles. He was raised to believe that certain things are better when kept a certain way, and he would rather his kids follow through with it.
He had to give up on his beliefs a first time, when he married Livia whose naturally strong personality defied everything he had ever known about women, a second time when Enrico began doing the exact opposite of whatever is it that Aureliano wanted him to do and finally a third time when his beloved daughter Miranda, Enrico's little sister, feeling backed up by her older brother and her mother, began raising hell every time she identified an injustice taking place.
Gradually, he went from trying to shame some sense into them to mumbling mere suggestions at meal time that more often than not get ignored. He will never admit it out loud, but he has learned to see past his own prejudices and enjoys Enrico's creations very much, especially when they honor their Sinti heritage.
Unfortunately, the family on Aureliano's side is a different story. They think of Enrico as a "Gadjikane" Sinto, someone from the community who doesn't adhere to the Romanipen. The Romanipen is the concept of Romani identity, way of life, and culture. It encompasses a set of shared core values, social norms, and moral laws. Basic concepts that reflect a dualistic view of life: pure/impure, honor/shame, and happiness/unhappiness. Although some non-core aspects had to be adapted throughout history within each community and ethnic group, the Romanipen acts as the essential cornerstone of every single member of the Romani people.
As a result, the relationship between Enrico and his relatives on his father's side is strained, and Aureliano is stuck between a rock and a hard place, as his fiercely strong family ties hold him back from ever fully standing up for his son.
He feels deep shame for not being a good father, and in an attempt to avoid dealing with that shame, he desperately redirects it towards Enrico and the things he does "wrong".
On the other hand, Enrico feels justified in wanting to retain his freedom of choice, even if it means displeasing his elders.
Growing up, he struggled a lot coming to terms with his ethnic identity, as some traumatic experiences are directly tied to it.
The first day of elementary school is burned into the back of his mind. Being a very sociable and extroverted kid, making friends always came pretty easily for him. So on his first day, he immediately befriended his classmates and the other kids during recess.
All it took was a "Where are you from? You don't look like you're from here," for things to go south pretty fast.
Before that day, Enrico never had many qualms about openly sharing his heritage. He had never needed to be cautious since he didn't attend kindergarten, and all the children he played with in the macro-area part of his family lived at were other Sinti like him. His parents never discussed their background with non-Sinti but never explicitly forbade him from talking about it.
So, when the nice kids he had spent the entire day playing with during recess asked about his origins, it didn’t occur to him that it might be best to keep quiet and pretend to be something else. Innocently, he replied that he was from there, that he was in fact Italian, but that his family was Sinti.
His expectant grin faded almost as quickly as the classroom fell silent. “What’s a Sinti?” he heard someone ask. Before he could answer, another voice shouted, “Z*ingari. The ones stealing and living in the camps.” Enrico was already more than familiar with that slur but had never had anyone call him that to his face. His heart sank as all the kids gathered around his desk, staring him down.
What happened next is a blur. He only remembers the kids surrounding him, calling him names, laughing, and throwing his belongings around. He remembers the lump in his throat and feeling that he was going to die any minute. He remembers the teacher walking in, noticing his distress, and barely shaking her head before calling the class back to order, giving Enrico a side-eye as she did.
Following that incident, kids at his school began avoiding him like the plague. Nobody wanted to be seen with him, to sit next to him at mealtimes, or to play with him. He went from being friends with everyone to being completely ostracized overnight. And it didn't just stop at school. The majority of kids living in his area would all go to the local parish to hang out in the afternoon, and the news spread so quickly that, within a few days, Enrico was left on his own, without a single kid willing to be his friend in the entire neighborhood.
Adults turned out to be just as horrible as their kids, demanding that he be put into a different class, because otherwise, he would have slowed down the rest of the kids, ill-educated and illiterate as he supposedly was. Whenever a lice outbreak happened, he would automatically get blamed for being the culprit. The harassment from other parents went as far as prompting the father of that one kid who had announced to the class who he was to spit on him from an open windshield as he sped by in his car.
Going to school became an open-eyed nightmare, and such forced isolation took a hard toll on his mental health. His paternal grandparents insisted that he go and stay with them in the macro-area where they lived to find relief in connection with his roots. Livia was not on par with such an idea, as she would have wanted to keep her son in school. But seeing no actual alternative, she ultimately agreed with her parents-in-law as long as it was only for a while, until things calmed down and Enrico could start over.
Yet the damage had already been done. Enrico couldn't stop thinking about all the accusations hurled at him, about the stares full of unprovoked hatred, and about how ashamed he felt about his ethnic identity. It didn't matter how much he had tried to be nice in the face of ostracization, how he had never stolen anything nor ever thought to, or how his father, a licensed barber, took meticulous care of his kids and had never seen a single head louse in his son's dark hair.
The kids at his school would not understand that what they were saying wasn't true in the slightest. And that it hurt.
Enrico's parents had done their best to shelter him and his sister from it; however, as Enrico grew older, he began to notice the same hatred all around him. He saw it on the news and heard it in people's everyday conversations. How casual they were with it, how inevitable it seemed.
Enrico felt hopeless because it meant that maybe the kids were right. That no matter how much he wanted to, the world would never allow him to make something else out of himself.
After all, nobody ever seemed to have something nice to say about them, and the few Italians of Sinti origin who had managed to be something else kept that part of their true identity categorically hidden from the world.
What made it worse was that Enrico couldn't even reassure himself with the fact that they just happened to be ignorant people being mean, like his mother would tell him with a frown while wiping away his tears, because by staying day and night at his grandparents' place, he came to realize that the behavior of a few members of his community, unfortunately, reflected some of the worst accusations.
When you are that young and in such a vulnerable situation, the complexity of human behavior can be hard to grasp. You tend to view people as either good or bad, with little nuance and with minimal acknowledgment of their societal context.
However, a context characterized by systematic oppression, the lack of equal opportunities, and degrading living conditions frames such actions in a different, more complex light, without necessarily justifying criminal behavior or exonerating criminals from being fairly prosecuted for their acts.
It helps understand and dismantle the propagandistic presupposition that there is an observable genetic ethnic predisposition correlated to high rates of criminality, violence, and bigotry, while conveniently choosing to ignore a long-standing history of being subjected to systematic injustices and subhuman treatment with no room for growth and social enrichment, but only for survival.
His own grandparents, instead of trying to explain the dangers of such a black-and-white vision of the world, defended to the hilt even the worst offender as long as they were Sinti or Romani, which only deepened the strong feelings of rejection that Enrico was beginning to harbor towards his background. The community noticed Enrico's sense of detachment. While many felt pity for him, some began to resent him for his rejection, not realizing that his behavior stemmed from deep suffering rather than a desire to emulate the Gadje.
Eventually, Enrico had to return to school to comply with compulsory education, and the nightmare resumed where it had left off. Throughout elementary school and middle school, things didn't change much. He would be alone in school and frowned upon in the macro-area.
Fortunately, during the last year of elementary school, his father, Aureliano, had a stroke of genius. Noticing that Enrico spent most of his free time playing football by himself, he suggested that Enrico join a real football team because, in his head, a football team = distraction + new friends. The only challenge was finding a football club far enough away from Vicenza to minimize the chances of any local kids recognizing him.
Luckily, one of Aureliano's clients, a very talkative football enthusiast from Verona, unknowingly provided the last piece of the puzzle. As a result, he put them in touch with a close friend of his whose brother-in-law worked on the staff at Hellas Verona FC, one of the most famous football clubs in Verona. The man was key in allowing Enrico the opportunity to showcase his skills during the next open tryouts organized by the club.
Overjoyed and relieved, Aureliano would have kissed the one coach, who, greatly impressed by Enrico's top-notch teamwork and placid attitude, vouched for the boy to get a spot on the official U13 team.
Initially, it proved to be a huge sacrifice, both financially and physically. Aureliano had to rush out of work, pick Enrico up from school, and make the long drive from Vicenza to Verona multiple times a week for training. But at least Enrico had finally found some peace again, as his mind became occupied with football and the new friends he had carefully kept in the dark about his Sinti background.
Plus, the countless hours spent on the road allowed for quality father-son bonding time, making the sacrifices all the more worthwhile for Aureliano. As if born again, Enrico developed his skills fast, and match after match, his place within the team solidified.
Being actually scouted to represent Italy at the FFI came as a bit of a surprise. Apparently, his consistent display of excellent relational skills had charmed the scouts enough to consider him a good fit despite his lack of extensive experience.
Quite ironic, considering the reasons behind why Enrico had even gotten into competitive football to begin with.
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Everyone, look at my OC Rion / 凛遠!! She's part of DID!Gouenji's System!
Gouenji Shuuya is a system on all of my current WIPs
Sketch is commissioned from Beb who really needs the money right now!! You can get something for at least 6 USD but they also have full commissions available!! They also know ina11 upto galaxy, just not part of any fandom. Their links are right here: ko-fi (commissions) | bluesky | twitter | cara | facebook
It's odd to call someone based on a canon character's appearance as your oc, I admit. But she coexists and lives with a canon character who still exists in the story as who he is in canon. So, she's an OC.
OC details:
General:
Woman (she/her), aroallo, 4 years older than their bio age. Semiverbal. Sign language user when fronting (due to voice dysphoria) but speaks telepathically inside the headspace/ inner world, never opening her mouth and doesn't need to sign.
She formed from the fragments of multiple alters; most of them were introjects of shuuya's mother (named Rekka in my stories). She doesn't consider herself her introject and she doesn't have any of her perceived memory. She sees her as her mother as well as consider shuuya's family as her own.
Role:
Gouenji's system does not subscribe with strict system roles. However, Rion relegated herself as the caretaker without knowing that these roles existed. Due to the gouenji subsystem's saviour complex and impulsive / dangerous streak, she decided to take care of them on their downtime. In a way where no one would notice. She has a level of control when she can front and she chooses not to do so in front of anyone but Yuuka.
(Yuuka doesn't know it's her. She's under the impression that her brother just really loves having his nails painted. Whenever the gouenji subsystem sees the nails they just assume Yuuka painted them in their sleep as she sometimes put stickers on their face.)
Ever since they stopped playing soccer professionally—which is to say, when gouenji left to investigate/join Fifth Sector in canon— Rion started gaining more control on fronting and putting someone to front or pull them out. By the time of the galaxy season, she's already functioning as a gatekeeper to keep themselves from breaking down.
She is co-conscious no matter who is fronting almost all the time. She has the most control over who fronts but she only fronts when the Gouenji subsystem are asleep. Everyone but her has an inner world amnesia.
The other roles that she functions as but not exclusively are: physical protector and internal self helper.
Actual appearance:
In the headspace, she has the same face shape and hair color as their mother. She's half a feet taller than their physical body and still as fit as their body. Even braided, her hair is so long it reaches her waist.
Appearance preference (when fronting):
Single cattail braids, nails done, wears ishido's white shirt (is actually originally her shirt that the gouenji subsystem used for ishido after finding it in their closet), high rise pants, boots with 3 inches high heels (usually combat, platform, or ankle boots), chain earrings (both ears), and a dinosaur fossil ring. She wears the necklace Yuuka gave them outside of her shirt (sensory reasons). She also will just wear whatever Yuuka suggests.
Reference of the entire thing in the gdrive
Prefers to be addressed respectfully:
Rion-san is favored. Rion-kun and Rion-dono also works if you wish to call her that. Family can call her whatever they want but preferably nee-chan/-san by Yuuka and Masato. She'll accept just Rion from the system's partner or from everyone her age (NOT canon gouenji's age) and older.
Never call: -chan unless you're like an old person (middle aged and up).
Addresses others:
with no honorifics unless they have a profession or they are older people who earned her respect. Examples: Hitomiko-san, Hibiki-san, Nikaidou-san.
Addresses her sysmates (1-3 are the only subsystem members):
1. Gouenji1 (main fronter of the Gouenji subsystem; he's the one who upholds the Gouenji brand which is to say he does what the public expects of Gouenji Shuuya in a subconscious level. he always fronts for chairman duties and when playing soccer professionally) -> is addressed by only her as The Flame Striker even though that's not a name. She calls him an idiot the most among everyone here.
2. Gouenji2 / Shuuya (casual / big brother / reliable friend/senpai mode; he likes wearing a ponytail) -> is addressed by her as "friend" "brother dear" or "dear" all platonically and derogatorily.
3. Shuuya (little, age slider, either 13-14 or 16-17) -> addressed as little Shuuya kindly
4. The rest are just with their names.
Other qualities/descriptions:
elegant, graceful, uses JSL with SL gloves or notepad and knows ASL, selfish, blunt, cool, charming, playful, has strict boundaries, martial artist, always moves intentionally.
Mannerisms / Tells:
light steps, relaxed, back is always straightened but not in a tensed way, looks tall the most, hands are always behind her back when she's just standing still, good at being still.
Interests / Hobbies / Likes:
Self-defense martial arts. Stretching. Watching tv/movies (bollywood and psychological/psychofantasy genre fan) and illutionist/magician/mentalist videos. Ragebaiting. Dinosaurs. Cards. Knife throwing. Felting and stabbing.
Soccer:
Soul-bound: scorpion
Position: Attacking midfielder (more ball-keeping/stealing hissatsu moves than shoots)
Hissatsu shoot: The Last Resort
Theme: uses a lot of reality-bending elements and chains in her hissatsus.
Compared to the gouenji subsystems' sportsman and rule-abidding soccer, her would be called tricky, mischievous, and a lot of times rough.
I'll expand with her moves more next time. Describing them will take so long. The same with explaining about the whole system thing and the other system members.
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i am really excited for my custom-made kiki plush yay!! maybe if i want a bigger fluffier doll of him i could use my birthday as an excuse months later 🫣
but i’m sooo lazy at making doll art aufg
also some wips because i need motivation beaten to my ass in order to finish my thibgs
The first one is from ages ago and so have abysmal anatomy 😭
Shigeppi 💕 and Fuji sprites are sneak peek sketches of my current idea to draw them like characters in the TV animation character design book!!
And a skeleton storyboard of a meme that I never finished (Audio credit goes to @ micahdaileywhite on ig)
I have fully written lore of each of their names…
(ignore the mom’s icon she does not actually have the samurai haircut)
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Something that I didn't mention about Mikel on his headcanons is that... Partially, he isn't 100% spanish at all (per se). While he was born, raised in Galicia, thus being integrated to its culture (Both regional and national); his father (Dario Pereiro) is actually portuguese.
To summarize his backstory, since his childhood he had naval history as a special interest; and on his natal town Lisboa he soon stumbled upon the tale of the Spanish/Invincible Armada and its whole crusade aganist Great Britain. Although not even from the country, Dario was soon so charmed by this whole historical event, that when his budget allowed for it, he inmediately started to travel every so often to Galicia, specifically to the city of A Coruña.
These vists were meant to be temporal, with Dario eventually returning to his hometown. But midway a trip he met with a local girl named Olga, which despite not understanding much of his accent or hyperfixation with marine, she soon started to become actually interested on it. Needless to say, right when he less expected it the most he fell so hard for her, he didn't even dobut on moving to Spain soon enough, pursuing the career of a local doctor. Typically in fiction/real life such a sacrifice tends to end bad, but fortunately with the Pereiro things are actually fine enough.
Soon they had a son, and they named it Mikel. To clarify a bit Olga's family is also part basque, so they went with a name of that language for their child.
However, Dario wasn't the only one interested on Spain. Back on Portugal he had also a very close knit friend who would follow him to the other country years later, alongside their young child Nuno.
For the time the Aveiro spent in A Coruña, Nuno would visit Mikel just to see his craft in action, and later on take him to play soccer together. And even on the special occassions where the two families would vacation to Lisboa, the two children would spend the day at the beach near their hotel.
Some years before the FFI, Nuno's family had to move to the south of Galicia, but he still kept a good relationship with his friend. And when the Community Cup came, the two (and Igor!) did all they could to reach the top. However, Nuno wasn't within the choosen players to represent Galicia when Red Matador was formed. This wasn't taken lightly for him, sobbing in silence after the Selection Ceremony was over. Mikel tried to cheer him up, hoping that if Nuno kept training Coach Del Bosque could change his mind. However... It'd be other coach who'd be interested on Nuno's skills.
Because of being born in an Iberoamerican country, Nuno was able to still keep his portuguese nationality thanks to his parents' paperwork. So when the Lisbon Port representatives called him to join in, he found the perfect chance to join the FFI no matter what. Even if that meant he'd see his best friend as a rival...
Bonus: Some ideas made for Nuno's design in Gacha. G.Club was made first; and GL2 is the newer version of it.
