<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Yun.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Yun-Nobu Liberty<br/><strong>Who:</strong>My mysterious roommate....<br/><strong>When:</strong>Late morning on June 13th.<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>Um... alcohol?<br/><hr/>Yun had never stayed at the Bayview before, but he had done his research enough to feel completely at ease upon arriving. He wore a casual black suit (http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/433523176_1/2011-CHIC-Men-s-leisure-suit-casual-suit-Slim-Suit-size-M-XXXL-6956-Free-shipping.jpg) with a raw silk button-down beneath and was trailing two small suitcases on wheels behind him. Stopping in the foyer, he reached in to find the envelope he'd read would be inscribed with his name - a rather unusual one, particularly since his parents had created it especially for their new family after coming to America. It stood out as strange and multicultural; very American in sentiment but foreign to many English-reading eyes.<br/><br/>His rich brown eyes scanned the entrance space and looked over the menu board. Yun didn't tend to eat much and, in truth, he wanted to get settled in before he could truly let himself relax and enjoy his vacation. He needed a certain amount of control over his environment to maintain his usually cool exterior and so hoped that he had arrived before whomever would come to be his roommate.<br/><br/>Catching the room information from the outside of his envelope, he strolled off to make use of the closet space and get unpacked. Its space was luxuriously decorated, but not over the top and the Liberty man smiled in approval of the well-made wood furniture and stately interior design. Within minutes, he was unpacked, his luggage tucked away so that it would appear as though the room was untouched except for his presence. He pulled out a chair at a table the room had across from its plush bed and poured himself a glass of fine scotch. As of the envelope, he only opened it to find general guest information and then slid it away from him on the table. He wasn't interested in knowing who was going to walk through the door beforehand, and he didn't care about background information that was conveniently supplied the guests. The appeal of this all was not knowing and he had a love of figuring others out, so he viewed the bio as cheating. So he made himself comfortable reading about Bayview's history and the local attractions, sitting and nursing his drink while he waited patiently for the game to begin.