<strong>Name:</strong>Raiden Miya.<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18.<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'.<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Quick Bio:</strong>Raiden grew up as a normal kid, with a normal life. Then one day at school he was attacked by two of his classmates in the gym, who he fought off with a baseball bat. Since then, he played baseball, and kept a bat in his locker, if not; with him. He is generally a nice guy, generally sarcastic, but he tries to be charming and funny where he can be.<br/>(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/266/7/f/Anime_Guy_by_CannibalTaco34.jpg)<br/><br/>The loud crack echoed across the field as yet another ball was smacked into the catchers net, and filtered back into the machine. Raiden's jacket hung on the fence, and his tie was wrapped around his bicep, squeezing his toned muscle with each swing. The long, sleek black baseball bat led to a set of blood red, and midnight black gloves, wrapping his hands.<br/><br/>The iPod on his back played through a small speaker attached to his belt, which he listened to when practicing. Class was overrated, but his teammates all said that it was necessary to complete school perfectly to get by. Raiden didn't care for it, though. Another thwack came from the machine, launching another ball, before he put it into the net, and walked over to turn it off.<br/><br/>"Done for the day"<br/><br/>Raiden placed the bat next to his jacket, and quickly scaled the mesh fence, to grab the bar. He lowered himself, then began doing pull ups, finding nothing better to do, and needing to finish his training.<br/><br/>After a few laps, and other work outs, he went to the locker rooms and showered quickly, putting on a new suit.