Aogiri

Aogiri's fishing rod has hooked exactly three things in its existence: a rival noble's toupee during a tense plaza debate, a freshly baked pie cooling on a windowsill three stories down, and a very surprised frog mid-croak. Their family, residing in the pale stone temple straddling the rushing water, had insisted they adopt a “calm and contemplative” hobby to temper their mischievous spirit. Fishing was their choice. Aogiri received the finest rod and a white bandana, a symbol of a student’s pure intent. The only problem was that fish were terribly boring. So, Aogiri adapted. They found the city, built down the face of the great falls, offered far more interesting prey. They now spend hours on their balcony, feather cape fluttering dramatically, patiently waiting for the perfect, non-aquatic opportunity.