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Musato Kibaya is not a very Japanese, nor 19 year old, looking individual. He stands at 6’3 and weighs in at nearly 200lb (~90kg), putting him far out of the norm. His skin has a slight tan from the time spent under the sun, and it is far from fair, having weathered countless hours of work in dust and grime. Still, in spite of his job, he’s a well-kempt and tidy person, at least when he bothers to show up for school. His eyes and hair are both black, some of the only physical traits that match with his Japanese heritage. 

He usually wears what most would consider cheap clothing, t-shirts with no designs, no-name jeans or cargo pants, attire along those lines. When he does bother to show for school, it’s in uniform.

[B]Name[/B]: Musato, Kibaya
[B]Age[/B]: 19
[B]Gender[/B]: Male

[b]Class:[/b] 3-C

[B]Personality[/B]: Kibaya is a relatively reclusive individual. He doesn’t speak much, and given his stature, not many people try to strike up conversation with him. Those that do manage to brave the unapproachable exterior may find him a bit lacking. He’s polite enough, conversational, but doesn’t really engage actively. Really, most people just find it just better fun to chat with their friends and its no skin off Kibaya’s back.

He’s not someone who likes to ignore problems though, and will more often than not step up to rectify what he sees as a problem. It becomes more rare that he’ll do this when it involves interpersonal issues as he knows he’s not the greatest at them himself so he shouldn’t really poke his head into those of others. For blatant problems like bullying or whatever though, he doesn’t shy away from using his size to interject himself. 

[B]History[/B]: Yakuza debts. Horrible things to be stuck with. Worst was when the debts were forced onto people. Suffice to say, his father’s debt was enough for the bastard to take his own life and leave Kibaya and his mother to deal with the fallout. The group that came to collect the debt weren’t scum though, thankfully, but debts had to be paid one way or another.

He was old enough to work, and his body could handle it, so Kibaya worked. It wasn’t easy, since none of the money he made actually came to him, but compared to the alternatives, there really wasn’t a choice. He was motivated by hate for his father, who had never been a great parent in the first place, at first, but that couldn’t last the years it would take for him to pay back what the man owed. Eventually, he simply worked because there was no other choice for him. Now though, now that the debt has actually shrunk and the end is imaginable, Kibaya figured that the work he did actually wasn’t so bad. Sure, the reason he had been forced to it was utterly detestable, but that was years ago. 

In terms of school, he’s got a strange relationship with it. Thankfully the staff are at least understanding enough that they accommodate for his special circumstances as normally he would have been expelled a long time ago with his attendance record. Nonetheless he’s been held back a year due to it, rather than for any academic reasons. 

[B]Skills[/B]: He’s got a physique that makes him look in his mid-twenties rather than a high school senior, and it shows whenever he bothers to show up for physical education. He isn’t the fastest runner, but strength-wise, Kibaya is solid.

Despite meeting the bare minimum attendance for school, Kibaya has a sharp mind, specifically towards details and spatial awareness. His mind has a knack for things that relate to locations, such as where he had last seen something, the distance between two points, how a room was laid out, etc. Small details like those that would help out in the job site. 

As one would expect from someone who works on build sites, Kibaya is fairly decent when it comes to DIY projects. He isn’t an expert contractor by any means, but small things, out in the back if he had the materials and tools to, aren't impossible.  

Not exactly a socialite, he’s more likely to make people feel uncomfortable than welcome given he’s not one to speak up unless necessary. The sounds of work being done over idle conversation has always been more pleasant to Kibaya’s ears. 

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[B]Other[/B]:  “And then they’re going to eat me. Oh my goooood.”