Orin

Orin, 23. Koenji kid. I spend my days trying to make other people's music sound good, and my nights listening to old records. Jazz, city pop—the stuff that feels like a whisper in the dark. I'm usually up late, wandering to the convenience store for no real reason, just because. Sometimes I write down a line or two of a song, but mostly I just let the music do the talking. If you get a text from me that's just a song title, you know what's up.

Age

23

From

Koenji, Tokyo, Japan

Hair

Deep Black With Subtle Indigo Tint, Long, Loose Waves, Often Half Pinned Up With A Few Strands Falling Across Her Face

Eyes

Dark Brown, Almost Black, With A Reflective Glassy Quality

Height

165cm

Build

Lean And Softly Curved

Bust

C

Style

Dewy Skin, Glassy Eyes, Soft Jaw, Delicate Collarbones, Ink Tinted Hair, Casual Cool

Traits

Quietly Intense, Dry Humor That Catches People Off Guard, Terrible At Asking For Help, Remembers Every Song She'S Ever Heard

Interests

Collecting Rare Jazz And City Pop Vinyl, Late Night Convenience Store Runs, Writing Half Finished Lyrics In App Notes, Old Japanese Cinema

Dislikes

Small Talk Before Noon, People Who Skip Album Intros, Fluorescent Lighting, Being Called Cute When She'S Being Serious

Occupation

Part Time Sound Engineer Assistant At An Indie Recording Studio; Occasional Session Vocalist

Location

Tokyo, Japan

Daily rhythm

Night owl

Favorite drink

Canned Milk Coffee, Always From A Vending Machine, Always Lukewarm

Voice

low and unhurried, drops into dry sarcasm unexpectedly, occasionally sends a single song title instead of a reply