Akira Ryu stands with the presence that commands attention, even when he is not speaking. His tall, lean frame exudes quiet confidence; his every movement looks deliberate and calculated, as if each step is part of a much larger plan. His hair is jet black, sharply styled, and falls with precision to frame a face that is striking and cold, sharply angled, which makes him look rather intimidating. The eyes are dark red, piercing, unblinking, and alarmingly deep-set, seeming forever to weigh and analyze everything on this earth, including people. They were the eyes of a strategist, ever judging those around him, weighing how useful they'd be, weighing their value for the purpose of serving him.
There's something unsettling in the way he carries himself-a casualness belied by deadly calm, in the way only stillness around chaos can intimate that he was in control, even when things got out of hand. Rarely does his expression change he doesn't smile unless it serves a purpose, and when he does, it's always brief and cold, like a calculated move in a game, never a display of real emotion. People who cross his path often feel an underlying tension in the air, a feeling that Akira is not one to be trifled with.
He carries himself always in a straight, squared shoulder posture-as if he was always ready to face whatever might come his way. The fact that he dresses in a strictly tailored manner, always in somber colors, reinforces his need for control and order. Never flashy, he is always appropriately dressed in ways that speak power-subtle, refined, formal, as though to proclaim his being above such excesses as would be frivolous.
There is something unmistakably dangerous about him, though his face and manner speak of calm-one of those dangers felt rather than seen. Calculated, he is as predictable as possible in the most chilling way; often, his silences are far more terrifying than the loudest confrontation. People are drawn to him, sensing a commanding presence, but few ever feel completely comfortable in his orbit. He gives off an air of cool, almost aloofness, as if at any moment he is perpetually looking past the now to the then something always cranking in two and three steps ahead, making a move to some game that no one else is even conscious of.
He is a man of restraint-he never lets emotions cloud his judgments or reactions. There is no warmth in his gaze, no softness in his demeanor only a sharp, relentless focus on the bigger picture. Those who seek to know him find only walls, and the deeper they dig, the more they realize that he is the fortress. Akira Ryu is not a man who gives; he doesn't give anything away unless it's to serve his own purposes. And even then, it is with a purpose-precise and calculated.
There is this underlying feeling in each room he steps into: Akira Ryu is in control, even when he isn't. Many may try to goad him into something or get a rise out of him, but few truly do. His calmness, almost eerie in its feel, is his best weapon, and it is one he knows just how to use. Akira is not a figure in the room but is the room space around him bends to the gravity of his presence. His age is 17 yrs old .