Name: John Lank
Race: Caucasian American
Weight: 158 lbs
Hair Color: Bald
Eye Color: Brown
Language(s): English and Japanese
Inventory: A pair of eyeglasses with a slight crack on the right lens and his wedding ring.
Appearance: He is wearing the white long sleeve shirt his wife gave him for his birthday, a pair of blue jeans with a tear around the bottom of the right pants leg, and his brown flip-flops. His most distinguishing characteristic is the many scars he has from working in a coal mine when he lived in Alabama.
Strength: John's a strong-minded individual, with a good sense of justice. Even though he is physically weak, he can hold his own in a fight, thanks to his martial arts training.
Weakness: He is physically weak because of his old age.
Personality: He is a cheerful, outgoing person. John enjoys meeting people and making new friends. He doesn’t mind criticism. But if insulted without reason, he becomes ill-tempered and defensive.
Background: John is a former southerner of the United States. He was born and raised in Mobile, Alabama, where his father put him to work in the local coal mine at the age of 16. Because he gave priority to his work and family, he dropped out of high school never to return. At the age of 19, both his mother and father passed away from pneumonia. The months following their deaths, he attempted to take his own life several times by silting his left wrist using his father’s hunting knife, which his father had given him a week prior to his death. These attempts, however, proved unsuccessful. Eventually, he overcame his grief and went on living his day-to-day life. After he’d worked eight years at the coal mine, it was shut down because of its crippling structural integrity. Not knowing what to do from then onward, he went to New York City to start his life anew. There, he found not only a career… but also the love of his life. Nowadays, John and his wife are living out their retirements in Japan.
Cause of Death: On his way back home from a local convenience store, John is mugged and shot four times by an unknown assailant. As he lies on the street in a pool of his own blood yelling for help with every breath he has left, all he can think about is making it back to his wife. But after minutes of struggling to hold on, he knows he’s not going to make it. So, with his final breath, he says, "I love you, dear."