[Captain Renji Sparrow]

Ratt walked down the hall. He was friendly with the people as he bowed and said "Hello," to them, and they returned the greeting.
Ratt was a softmore in class 3-A. When he was a freshman, people were afraid of him. But, as he helped people and made friends, they grew more friendly to him.
Well... Almost everyone.
Ratt had his two newly-acquired scimitars, Icingdeath and Twinkle, at his sides, along with his other weapons.
Ratt had recently gotten a message from his grandparents, saying how he should become a Host, in order to earn money. Now, Ratt actually made money by helping out with the upkeep of Ouran, and people respected him for that.
He didn't know what to do about seeing out his grandparents' wish, but he decided to talk to Daisuke, him being the Host Club leader and all that other crap.
Ratt smiled. It was rare for him to speak, much less think, swear words. That was only when he was angry.
That's why Ratt was walking down the hallway: To talk with Daisuke about if he could become a Host.
Over his school uniform, Ratt wore custom-made purple robes, complete with a purple cloak and broach. The broach was one of his own design: A golden sun with a silver skull over it, and encrusted with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds.
He walked into Jun-kun, bowed respectfully, then asked, "Are you alright?" in a deep, gruff tone that was a common trait found within the males of the Cro'Surdon line. Then he noticed something that he hadn't noticed before about Jun: He was looking at his bust.
Ratt backed away and yelled, "Y-y-y-y-y-y-you're a GIRL?!?!"