Tastumi rougissait alors que la fille se changeait atrocement devant lui, se détournant d'elle rapidement. Jennifer n'était peut-être pas gênée, mais Tatsumi était gênée pour elle. Elle était vraiment sans honte. Son embarras l'a amené à parcourir les mots de sa sentence. "C'est, euh, sympa de vous rencontrer Jennifer." Il a eu l'occasion de jeter un coup d'œil pour voir si elle avait fini, et quand il a confirmé qu'elle était habillée, il a saisi avec enthousiasme sa main et l'a secouée. "Eh bien, pas la peine de traîner ici, je suis sûr que nous trouverons des réponses à l'extérieur. Je vais jeter un coup d'œil." Il a fait vite pour la porte, en sortant dans la rue.
Tastumi s'est retrouvé sur une place de ville très sombre. Il a pris note du fait que c'était la nuit, et du fait qu'ils semblaient être dans un petit village. Il pensait qu'il avait aperçu une silhouette à capuche se déplaçant sur la place, mais c'était difficile à dire. Peu importe qui ils étaient, ils pourraient avoir des réponses. Tatsumi s'empresse d'entrer dans le bâtiment. Il s'est approché de la porte. Taverne de loup d'hiver? C'était un bon endroit pour commencer, il y aurait quelqu'un ici qui pourrait lui donner des informations. Il a ouvert la porte avec prudence, en regardant.
Ce qu'il a trouvé était une taverne tout à fait ordinaire. Il était un peu surpris. Il s'attendait à ce que son nouvel environnement soit plus... hostile. Il a regardé autour de la pièce. Il lui a fallu un moment pour trouver la figure à capuche dont il a d'abord pris note, assis dans un coin sombre. Comme c'est cliché! Tatsumi pensait à lui-même. Il s'approcha de la table, regardant la figure, qu'il pouvait maintenant vaguement discerner comme une femme. -- Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, ça vous dérange si je m'assieds ici? Il n'a pas attendu une réponse, prenant place en face de la fille. "Je suis un peu... perdu. Pouvez-vous me dire où nous sommes?"
Tatsumi Nakano

Age: 23
Magic: Tatsumi has a natural proficiency for Darkness magic, the dangerous nature of the skill perfectly fitting his reckless nature. Despite the risks he relies heavily upon his magic in combat.
Weapon: It is perhaps a stroke of irony, or typecasting, that the first weapon Tatsumi received upon arriving in the World of Wasted Dreams was a katana. He wields the sword as his primary weapon, favoring it greatly over other weapons. When forced to attack from a range Tatsumi does not rely upon conventional weaponry, instead turning to the somewhat dubious magic he wields. Besides his skill with the katana Tatsumi is a skilled martial artist, noted as a practitioner of Muay Thai and Kendo.
Bio: I remember something... it feels so long ago. It's like another life... The Shinai made a harsh thunk as they repeatedly crashed against each other. I can hear that sound so clearly, but everything else feels distant. He knew that the match that happened there was what mattered most to him. Everything else was pointless. Yes... that's what matters. The opponent. The dojo. Nothing else. I remember... wanting a life like that. A life of adventure, where I fought seemingly insurmountable foes... but I won. The thunks sped up, blows of increasing fury meeting each other. But one simple slip up, and it was over. There was no protective gear, was there? Why? After that, everything was fuzzy.
He remembered the blinding white lights of the hospital. Being propelled down the hallway on the gurney. The thumping, throbbing, all-consuming pain in his head. And the blood. The blood was everywhere.
And then Tatsumi woke up. That must've been a dream, nothing about that made sense... Tatsumi wasn't sure where he was, but it felt right. He knew he belonged here.
Personality: Tatsumi is perhaps first noted by those he meets for his sheer amicability. He's very friendly and outgoing, and meets strangers with an unusual eagerness to make friends. He's a natural when it comes to getting along with people, and is bound to make new friends in every locale he visits. He has what could be defined as a 'hero complex', wishing to be seen by those around him as someone strong, someone to admire. He's a paragon of morality, a shameless goody-two-shoes. He's incredibly helpful, willing to lend a hand to those in need, notably a sucker for the 'damsel in distress' stereotype, oft going out of his way to save the girl.
Tatsumi's negative features come in the form of his cocksureness. He's dangerously confident, reckless, and ridiculously cocky. Naturally, this combined with his wont to be a hero leads him to crave adventure and danger. Despite his somewhat 'goofy' attitude Tatsumi is surprisingly bright, perceptive, and calculating. When approaching an enemy clearly out of his league he always endeavors to have a plan to beat the insurmountable odds.
Underneath Tatsumi's shell of cheerfulness even he seems to harbor some sadness: Perhaps some lingering resentment from his time in the world before that of Wasted Dreams...