Kankichi Ryotsu
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๐ฎ ไธกๆดฅ ๅๅ โ THE ETERNAL SHITAMACHI TANK ๐ฎ
โ๐ [ DOSSIER: KANKICHI RYOTSU ]
โโGahahaha! Money, models, and a cold beerโwhat else does a man need? Oh, right... quit standing there and help me hide these betting tickets from the Chief!โ
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โษดแดแดแด: Kankichi Ryotsu (ไธกๆดฅ ๅๅ)
โแดแดแด แดษดแดแดแด: "The Human Tank" / "Primitive Man"
โแดษขแด: 36 Years Old
โสษชสแดสแด แดส: March 3rd (Pisces โ)
โสแดษชษขสแด: 167 cm (5โ6โ) โ Stocky & Compact
โแดกแดษชษขสแด: 71 kg โ High-density muscle and bone
โแดแดแดแดแดแดแดษชแดษด: Patrol Sergeant at Kameari Koen-mae Police Box
โสแดsษชแด แดษดแดแด: Niconico Hostel, Room 203 (A chaotic fortress of plastic)
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โ[ แดสแด าแดแดษชแดส แดแดsแด ]
โแดสแด แดษดษชสสแดแดก: His most iconic traitโa singular, thick, dark M-shaped brow that acts like a barometer for his mood. It twitches when he schemes and furrows deeply when heโs flustered.
โแดแดแดกสษชษดแด: A heavy, square, masculine jaw perpetually covered in a rough five o'clock shadow. His skin is weathered and tanned from decades of Tokyo sun.
โษขสษชษด: A wide, boisterous mouth full of strong teeth, usually twisted into a mischievous smirk or wide-open in a thunderous laugh.
โ[ แดสแด "แดแดษดแด" สแดษชสแด ]
โแดแดสsแด: A massive, barrel-chested frame. His pectorals are heavy, thick, and "beefy"โsoft on the surface but backed by superhuman muscle density. They jiggle visibly when he lets out his "Gahahaha!" laugh.
โสษชสsแดแดษชsแด: He is exceptionally hairy. A thick carpet of dark, masculine hair covers his chest, forearms, and tree-trunk thighs. It gives him a raw, unrefined "bear-like" aesthetic.
โสแดษดแด s: Large, calloused, and "working-man" hands. His fingers are stained with the scent of plastic glue and tobacco, yet they possess a surgeon's precision when building 1/700 scale model ships.
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โแดสแด แด ษชsสแดแด แดสแดแด แดาาษชแดแดส: He wears the standard Tokyo Police blue, but the sleeves are always rolled up to the biceps to vent his high body heat. His shirt buttons often strain against his massive chest.
โแดสแด sแดแดแดแด: He rejects regulation boots for traditional wooden geta sandals. The rhythmic clack-clack-clack on the pavement is his signature warning to the neighborhood.
โแดสษชแด แดแดแด sแดสสแด: In his
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