Ryu Kuran knitted his brow in thought as he sat crosslegged on his bed, wearing plain flannel pyjama pants and a L'arc~en~Ciel t-shirt. His mop of messy black hair had several different colours of black streaks running through it, though the temporary nature of the dye let him change this as often as he pleased. An electric guitar was being held entirely the wrong way across his lap, and his fingers were furiously working at playing it entirely wrong.  The notes all rattled and buzzed, and most sounded quite flat; the instrument wasn't even tuned properly.<br/><br/>The eldest child of the Kuran family was a slacker, to put it mildly. He didn't have to work; daddy saw to that, so he spent his day "rocking out" to his favorite rock stars (from both Japan and the US), and generally being lazy.  As the weeks passed on, he had grown more and more distant from his siblings, taking to skulking about his bedroom and trying different things to pass the time... much like he was doing now.  He focused his thoughts for a few more seconds, turning up the amp by his bed, and tried playing a few more chords.