Akira Bessho
Humming to himself, Alabaster skipped through the halls of Las Noches, exploring and wandering about. The over-sized sleeves of his outfit fluttered behind him as Alabaster sated his own curiosity. Well, that was only part of it. Truth was, Alabaster was REALLY hungry. Sure, he could feed on weak-trash Hollows that wandered around in the White Desert, their blood running down his chin and splattering on the white sands below. However, Alabaster's childish nature caused him to crave something sweet. His lips curled into a slight pout as he jumped over a wall, landing atop it to survey the area. "Grr... There's no sweets!" Alabaster angrily exclaimed, his normally inexpressive facial features curled into the petulant temper-tantrums of a kid. Just then, Alabaster sniffed the air. Then, as he looked down, he saw it: a garden. Not just any garden either, one full of fruits! Delicious, juicy, SWEET fruits! Wasting no time, he jumped down into the garden and plucked an apple before beginning to chow down on it. "Mmmmm~!"