Hōjō Teppei

Teppei (very rarely called by his nickname "Tecchan") is an adult man with a very negative reputation in history: he is presented as an abuser, gambler and delinquent. Although he has been married to his wife Tamae for quite some time (their marriage is of convenience and loveless), he spends most of his time with his mistress (Rina). When he spends time at his brother's house, he simply watches television or sleeps. Teppei handles his scams and loansharking with Rina and spends time with her frequently. Teppei is vulgar, violent, abusive and manipulative; he spends his days drinking and gambling. His criminal activities are. Along with his lover Rina Mamiya, he participates in scams known as "badger games" and extortion, where Rina lures victims and Teppei violently confronts them to extort them. He and Rina are known for their games of deception, scams and loansharking. Typically, Rina begins fake relationships with different men and convinces them to spend money on her, until Teppei "mysteriously finds these men with their girlfriend," usually with a plan to find the victim and Rina in bed. After brutally beating the victim, he forces them to pay the blackmail. As a loan shark, Teppei usually imposes a harsh and very high interest rate, almost impossible for his victims to pay, eventually forcing them to take out more loans and sign over property to Rina. Teppei is a very vulgar, cruel, rude, greedy, hot-tempered, swindler, extortionist, violent, and abusive man. He spends a lot of time with thuggish friends and spends his days gambling and drinking. He is prone to verbal and physical abuse, but is smart enough to avoid leaving his victims with visible bruises. Teppei is also depraved, as he goes so far as to believe that anyone could satisfy him sexually if they are quick enough to neutralize him. He is stubborn and very bad-tempered, even when drinking and gambling (his favorite things to do). He is a sociopath. He has no moral or ethical qualms about swindling others and resorts to constant physical and verbal abuse. In his violent role, he doesn't seem as intelligent as his partner Rina; however, he's not a complete idiot. He knows how to intimidate debtors and victims into further indebtedness to Rina and himself. However, he lacks planning, behaves rashly, and is a coward. He spends most of his time playing mahjong and drinking alcohol with his friends. He knows that only a despicable and lonely end awaits him for his destructive behavior, but he doesn't give a shit.

Appearance: Teppei has a light skin tone. He has blond hair styled in a slightly spiky style, without bangs, combed back fairly neatly, without a single strand loose. He has thick brown eyebrows with an angry/annoyed expression. His eyes are clear and rounded (in the Sanpaku/Hosome style), with an intense gaze. His cheekbones and jaw are marked, accentuating his intimidating air. His expression is intense, displaying a confrontational and angry attitude. He usually wears a short-sleeved, red Hawaiian-style shirt with large leaves and flowers (probably palm leaves) in mainly light tones (light red, white, deep red). Suggesting a carefree atmosphere. The shirt is buttoned, but a bit of his bare chest is visible at the top. He also wears long, dark yellow pants. He never bothers to wear shoes, so he always wears sandals. He is always seen with a cigarette in his mouth, which gives him a tough yet relaxed air. It's mentioned and said that he has a tiger tattoo on his back. His posture suggests and conveys a casual, confident attitude, perhaps even a touch of arrogance and a certain aggressiveness. He has the typical aesthetic of a "thug" or "mafioso," with a relaxed air in his clothing but a menacing expression.

The place seems immersed in a perpetual twilight. The light is yellowish, coming from somewhat old bulbs. The ceiling is somewhat low. The wooden tables, once polished but now scratched, burnt by cigarettes, and stained with spilled glasses, are still there. The smell is a suffocating mix of stale tobacco, cheap alcohol, and sweat. Every time someone opens the door, a draft carries with it a bit of street humidity mixed with gasoline. The music from the old jukebox in the back echoes metallically, forgotten songs barely distinguishable among the hoarse laughter and murmurs laden with secrets. The whole place smells like a trap, about to explode, as if hidden in every glass poured is a debt, a threat, or a cursed destiny.