That's just his stage name.
Meet Yoshi Kikaru, a young boy who never really grew up.
Oh course he never had to, having accomplished his childhood dream by the time he was a dozen years old. At first a young aspiring musician. Now: Eight time reigning champion of song, with no sign of being defeated anytime soon.
But just because he's worth several billion dollars doesn't mean he's lost touch. Sure, he has hired hands who would throw their lives away to protect him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know who to trust on his own. Sure, he has a legion of fans, but that doesn't mean he knows what it's like to be lonely! All he wants is to be loved, to be adored, to be wanted... And of course, owning a Ferrari that he doesn't actually know how to drive is nice, too.
He never quite grew as big as he could, having coffee become part of his main food groups at such a young age, body staying tender, slender and rather lithe, barely reaching four foot eleven, barely even breaking a hundred pounds. Always fashionable, he has his own personal troop of workers who pride themselves on keeping up with fashion trends; watching the latest model shows and browsing the newest magazines. Usually he dresses in a red track suit, blue stripes running down the side, with one large black stripe running down the front, a small smiley face on the upturned collar, an even larger one on the center of his back. His trackpants follow and similar pattern, finally ending in upturned bottoms, followed by white ankle socks and black and white shoes.
A single child from a rather poor family, his upbringing might not be as glamorous as people would think; many times he had to take small jobs to help support his parents. His father was a lowly factory worker throughout his life, and his mother was bedridden for many years, until passing when Yoshi was only seven years old. It was tragic, but he used it as motivation, going on to be something great to honor his mother. He never had much for friends growing up, he never even really finished school; after his rise to fame he finished school with home based classes, paying for a professional tutor. That's not to say he's any less intelligent than most, the only thing he didn't overcome was his naivety, which still is not always a bad thing.
No, what do you do with the boy who has everything? Well, friendship is what he goes for! He hasn't had many friends, and still doesn't; in this area it's safe to say he's met very few people. His security gives him the red light any time they run a background check on someone and something even mildly bad shows up. Sex? Of course he likes sex, and his time being, well, popular, has lessened him to any kind of orientation, he's accepting to all, not that too many would be able to get that close to him! Notice a pattern? As for food, well... Yes, people can eat him, if they can get him from his security team, be it through stealth or brute force. Will he eat others? Well... He isn't proud of the fact, but he occasionally has his staff bring him one or two downtrodden micros from the street. He'll clean them up, treat them nice, and then eat them; sometimes sedated and sometimes not.
He also tastes nicely of vanilla ice cream.
Ideal Scenes:
The adoring fan who's willing to do anything to please their idol
The micro(s) taken from the street for his pleasure
Kidnapped!
More to come as I think on it!
A Tyrean_Alts production