“It’s not a guitar” he says. It really isn’t, it only has three strings, a shamisen he would call it.
Many a time he has been invited to join others playing music in the moonlight but he never goes. “It’s too late” he would say. He always stays indoors once it hits seven, some speculate he enraged a night gentry or something. He always assures them that he has not.
There are rumors that he came from another time and place, his ways can seem old fashioned as well as the traditions he follows. If asked he just blushes and says “not to believe all stories, even if they make sense.” He does look to the library though when asked.
Strangely enough his eye is missing, many rumors have emerged because of this also, he won’t answer any of these rumors, just changing the subject to some story that he has heard or made.
No one can quite pinpoint what his major is, music, creative writing, art, he doesn’t let them know in case if they find out.
He always wears a red jacket or robe (no one can tell for certain) with a black beetle on it. He also has two thin cord bracelets, when asked if they are laced with silver or something he would look at them strangely and say no. “Memories are more powerful to me.” We won’t even get started on the monkey charm.