Mustang
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Height: 5'2"
Main Weapon: you got me there
Birthday: March 8
Mustang is a really poor boy living in a cramped apartment, trying to make ends meet at Squid Target. When not working, he enjoys playing the guitar; being something that was taught to him by his parents, it makes him feel closer to them, since he can't currently afford to take a trip to see them right now. Despite his living situation, Mustang isn't unhappy; he meets with friends during turf wars whenever he can, and he often plays guitar outside for people to listen to. His pride prevents him from setting out a cup or hat for people to leave money for his performance.
A bystander watched from afar until Mustang, hungry and dehydrated, collapsed mid-song. The kind listener drove him to the hospital and even paid for his bills, but Mustang was distraught waking up, now owing a debt to a man he has never met, and only having a name to go by. He played guitar more often, stopping passerby hoping he could find this man, until the day they formally met. Mustang still feels indebted to this man, but enjoys his company dearly.
Age: 26
Height: 5'2"
Main Weapon: you got me there
Birthday: March 8
Mustang is a really poor boy living in a cramped apartment, trying to make ends meet at Squid Target. When not working, he enjoys playing the guitar; being something that was taught to him by his parents, it makes him feel closer to them, since he can't currently afford to take a trip to see them right now. Despite his living situation, Mustang isn't unhappy; he meets with friends during turf wars whenever he can, and he often plays guitar outside for people to listen to. His pride prevents him from setting out a cup or hat for people to leave money for his performance.
A bystander watched from afar until Mustang, hungry and dehydrated, collapsed mid-song. The kind listener drove him to the hospital and even paid for his bills, but Mustang was distraught waking up, now owing a debt to a man he has never met, and only having a name to go by. He played guitar more often, stopping passerby hoping he could find this man, until the day they formally met. Mustang still feels indebted to this man, but enjoys his company dearly.
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