Personality :: Naive, easily flustered, level headed, easily nervous, anxious, caring, loving, sweet, cautious, soft spoken, slight cry baby, slightly pushy, will speak his mind when the time is right, quiet, reserved.

Kinks :: Doesn't exactly know. He has not had ...yet.

​Background :: Minpha was burn into a loving family, consisting of himself, his father, and his mother. His mother was a world renowned model, who got her start in Paris, France. She had left her humble home in the warm country-side of Rome, Italy. His father ran a very successful line of sweets that originated in Japan, but soon spread across the world. All was right within their household. That is, until Minpha was born. On that day, and the onwards, his parents received death threat after death threat. By the time Minpha was six, and able to read and write, he feared for his parents safety. But, being a helpless chums, meant that you were, well, helpless. And nothing could stop that day from coming. Nothing could help Minpha. Nothing could help his parents. On the boy's twelfth birthday, his mother's green house was set on fire. A distraction. Then, came the gun shoots and screams. His father hid him in a closet, hoping that whoever was shooting wouldn't see Minpha, and let him live. When the voices and gun shoots got closer, he was aware that whoever it was, it had something to do with his parents. Up until that point, he blanks out; and to those who ask him what he does remember, he will say this, "blood". He remembers the sounds of guns being unload, remembers the liquid seeping into the closet from under the doors. And then, silence, retreating footsteps. He didn't remember how long he had stayed in there, but, when he came out, it was high noon - when he went in, it was nightfall. After that, nothing. The next thing he remembers, is being adopted. The man who adopted him was his father's closest friend. But little did Minpha know, that behind that warm, inviting smile, was the heart of a monster. Being the way he is, Minpha's mind blocks out all the bad that happened to him, therefore, he doesn't remember being beaten, didn't remember being battered to the point he is unconscious. 

When he was old enough to get away, at the age of eighteen, he took over his father's company legally, and got rid of those partners who couldn't decide who got to take the company over. But, he did not leave the confines of that man unscathed, he carries with him a scar that has left him seventy percent blind in his right eye, with a nasty looking injury, that has long since healed, that goes from his eyebrow, to mid cheek. He hates the scar, and tries to cover it up with an eye patch. Over the years, though, he cared less and less for its appearance, but still remembers the mental pain he went through when he got it.