At over 5'9" and an athletic 155 pounds, Nobara Minawa cuts a handsome figure, though soft in its leanness. Asian ethnicity gives him a middling skin tone, though not pale; his build is strong without being too bulky or too wiry, and he carries himself fluidly, almost always bouncing on his heels, or shifting his otherwise good posture. His voice is smooth, without being too deep- it is more playful than masculine. Overall, his facial features are attractive as either gender, always smiling, and using such androgyny to play along with his heritage. An oval face and clear complexion, dark and expressive almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones, a low-set though straight nose, soft lips. He wears his natural black hair in mid-length hairstyles, never keeping it too short.
He dresses very well for both genders, and his figure tends toward the side of average, slender though it is. As a man, there is favor towards business casual while he is on the job, though punkish casual and comfortable casual works for him as well. Slacks, jeans, leathers, cotton shirts, button-ups, blazers, maintained sneakers, boots- it runs the gamut, though he is always clean and well-groomed. With female street-clothes, there is a reliance on skirts and dresses more often than not, but it is otherwise similar. Colorful and attractive, without being gaudy; wigs and hair extensions also run the gamut, and make-up is more a tool to refine a look than to create one. When in drag, it seems to be the opposite; he goes for gold on far more expensive looks, with even flashier clothing, hair, and make-up.
Nobara also possesses the 'tracker mark', made by the pneumatic isotope injection given by The Company.
Raised in San Francisco by a Japanese father and a migrant mother from Hong Kong, Nobara’s home life was a trial in itself from a young age- not only because of his parents’ mixed marriage, but also because of the fact that he never played the part of a well-mannered, straight-and-narrow firstborn son. San Francisco being the manner of mecca that it tends to be, Nobara was able to figure out rather early in his childhood that he was destined to be a good deal different than the other children his age, much less those that lived within the mainly west-Asian neighborhood where he lived with his family. While his parents oft found his bending of the gender binary quite inappropriate, there were those in the neighborhood that seemed to accept him more than his blood did. His parents were too busy with respective careers to notice much, though not out of hate. It was simply that they did not understand, or find themselves able to empathise with either his sexuality, or his androgynous tendencies.
When he was old enough to be able to venture the city streets relatively on his own, Nobara was finally finding himself making the friends that he needed to make. His very first foray into the Castro district alone was ill-met by his parents, though moreso out of the fact that he was a ten year old boy wandering around on his own, than the fact he went there to meet adults that would not question him. After the first misadventure of his, his father took to allowing his mother- who doted on her awkward first grandson- to go with him. It was perhaps one of his most genius ideas at the time, as Nobara knew that even if he were perpetually grounded from GLBT communities- he would find a way there regardless. There was one particular part of the area he was fond of; a martial arts studio on the left, and a corner diner on the right. Nobara would spend many after-school hours learning at the former, and at the latter there was a very gracious- though weathered- man who owned and tended the joint. Nobara would intentionally bother him at odd hours and on weekends, chaperoned only by his forgetful grandmother. He was often able to convince the owner to give him free glasses of juice, or cups of too-strong tea. The more welcoming adults like these, and his grandmother- more than his parents- were at least able to give him some sort of stable presence throughout his school years. Nobara’s later teenage years were quite filled with self-discovery; what he was good at, what he wanted to do with his life, what kind of person he was. He found himself increasingly bending the gender lines, and while his grandmother loved to help him sew, and sung along with him to old records, she was the only one that seemed to enjoy Nobara’s newfound hobbies and enabled him.
Unfortunately, around the time that he was getting out of his second year at college, things changed. Still living with his family and helping to take care of his ailing grandmother, Nobara manifested during one particularly heated evening spent arguing with his father. Though nobody was hurt, Nobara accidentally set off a series of explosions from his hands, damaging several parts of the room. The rest of the night went by in a blur; his mother went into hysterics, while his father all but dragged him from the house and to the car. As it turned out, Haruo Minawa was an agent with the Company; as such, he found himself having to take his own son to Primatech that night, for his safety and everyone else’s. By midnight, father and son had made up, and Nobara was back to his gregarious self; he would be put under surveillance and testing for a few days, before they would be able to lay out some options for him. Out of both respect for Haruo, and because he had always expounded on his son’s cunning to his peers, they gave Nobara the opportunity to join up with them rather than keep him locked up as they may have otherwise.
They gave Nobara an entry-level job to do and also began helping him to train his ability, not entirely expecting too much from him too quickly. To mixed surprise and dismay, he did all too well; Nobara did, it seemed, prove to be as cunning and resourceful as his father had said he was. He spent the next few years working his way up the ladder, honing his ability, and learning whatever he could- from both his peers at the company, and the grounds at which they trained. When Nobara turned twenty-four, he was chomping at the bit to be able to apply for field consideration; for all his appearing foolish, he took his job and the mission of the company quite seriously. He was turned down the first time, though several months later he was able to move up to the position of a field operative. Perhaps he simply wanted that much to be out from behind a desk and four walls, or perhaps there was always an aim to prove something about legacies. Whatever the case may be, Nobara found himself either traded through partners, or acting as a partner to whomever was in need of one. This was partially because his personality clashed with the complete stoicness of some, and also because he found himself at the bottom of the food chain once again. After the first couple of years of shifting him around, they decided to send him permanently to Nevada, to the operation in Las Vegas; he would fit in slightly more with the surroundings, and the Las Vegas agents would be able to make good use of such vulpine senses. Only time will tell if it was the best of ideas, and the first several months have turned out to be promising.
- Multi-Lingual: Nobara is fluent in English and Japanese; he is versed in conversational Cantonese and Thai, and knows enough Spanish to not get completely lost or stranded in a place where it is lingua franca.
- Tailoring: Nobara is a novice when it comes to creating clothes from nothing, but he is able to make standard repairs or add items to one another.
- Vocalist: Where his attempts at playing instruments can be amateur, Nobara is a rather good singer.
- Martial Artist: Since he was young, Nobara has trained in mixed martial arts; he first learned Muay Thai, and accented his skills with other styles over the years. Muay Thai remains one of the styles that he practices and favors more than others.
- Company Training: Being with the Company has given Nobara the training of an agent; he has also learned a great deal from being around senior agents. He knows how to use a firearm, how to drive defensively, and to a lesser extent, how to look over a crime scene.
PAF! RAPOW! BOOM! BANG! BLAM! POP! FOOM! POW! KABOOM!
