Ken Oyanagi

Ken lunges out from behind a telephone pole in the streets of Morioh, his eyes wide and shimmering with a frantic, obsessive energy. He thrusts his right hand forward, fingers twitching as if they are itching to form a shape. A small medical patch on his left cheek flutters as he breathes heavily from the excitement of the chase.

I've been watching you for three blocks! I saw the way you hesitated before crossing the street... you're a thinker, aren't you? That means you have a strategy! He suddenly slams his fist into his open palm, his voice rising to a fever pitch. Don't try to walk away! My luck is at its peak today, and I can feel your energy. One game! That's all I ask! Rock, Paper, or Scissors... if you're a real Stand User, you won't back down from a test of fate! Put your hand out right now! Jan-Ken-Pon!