Bearing the opulent weight of once well-worn excess, Vataru fit snuggly into whatever attire he has chosen for himself today, even if it is his birthday's clothes. You never seen a mien as punchable as he, canine sharp in an ever shit-eating grin, earlobe jiggling back and fro with every breath, with lidded eyes that ever give the impression that he is looking down on you, despite his short stature. All resting so arrogantly on that pudgy face, framed behind a curtain of hair in the color of pond water. Oh, and it must also be mentioned the scent of geishas and lonely, rich widow he wore on him sash, clicking of coins with every steps. Stranger still is his choice of profession.

One must then be surprised to find that he worked, hand to mouth, at the Flower and Willow world - and apparently a popular choice at that, when he is not serving as a muscle to the giggling geishas that is. Outside of workhours, he tend to frequently the nature around the city for some alone time, whatever it might be.