[hider=Kazuhiko Ippitsusai][center][h1][color=pink]Kazuhiko Ippitsusai[/color][/h1]
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[i]"Which way you ought to go depends on where you want to get to...” "[/i]
-[b]Lewis Caroll[/b][hr]
[color=pink][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Kazuhiko Ippitsusai[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Nickname:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]KIP[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Birth Date:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]November/2/1993[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]21.[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Male.[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Homosexual[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Relationship Status:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Single and frightened to mingle[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Freelance Visual Artist[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Apartment Number:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]2B[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Major:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Fine Arts[/indent]

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[color=pink][b][u]In Depth Appearance:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Kip is a brunette, with dark brown eyes that replicate the shade of mahogany when glimmered, he has sharp facial features and a radiant smile. He is obsessed with his fringe and cuts it himself(never touch his fringe), he also keeps his hair at a medium length.  With soft, sometimes luminous and fair skin(which is seldom exposed), there’s a tendency for people to ask him about his moisturizing regimen to which his answer is always snobbishly “Genetics and Hydration.” He has a delicate almost lanky frame due to his fast metabolism, standing at 5’6 ft tall.

He sometimes sports thick rimmed glasses for utility against uv-rays. He likes wearing graphic tees, plain button-downs, hoodies, flannels, sweaters and cardigans. For bottoms, he usually relies on jeans and casual shorts, his footwear consists of 4 running shoes and 2 pairs of oxfords. His fashion sense is basically comfy casual, he dreads dressing up for occasions but when he has to, he puts some form of effort into it. He has a 3 [i]inch stitch scar[/i] running down the right side of his abdomen and a tiny tattoo of a crimson butterfly a few centimeters beside it.
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[center][h1][color=pink][u]M Y  Q U I R K S[/u][/color][/h1][/center]
[color=pink][b][u]Habits | Quirks | Oddities[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Has an affinity for the Occult while being a complete scaredy-cat
Fiddles with his fringe when confronted with tension
Takes 40 minute naps at least 4 times a day
Collects cute stationaries and pens
Takes sneaky photos of people, especially cute boys, anytime, [i]ANYWHERE[/i] and [u][b]ANYHOW[/b][/u].
Can lip-sync to any song with ease
Can not look at people directly in the eye
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[color=pink][b][u]Hobbies:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Taking morning and evening strolls
Sketching and drawing muscly men
Immersing himself in literally any artistic medium
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[color=pink][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Horror movies, especially obscure “Guro” ones
Warm hugs[s]*secretly*[/s]
Rainy mornings
Smoothies
Sad songs
Spicy food
Cats
[u][b]ART[/b][/u]
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[color=pink][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Ants
[i]The presence of Knives[/i]
Whiny old people
Indecisiveness
Feeling restricted
Loud arguments[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color] 
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Being persecuted for his [i]“preferences”[/i]
Cleithrophobia
Clowns
acute Scopophobia 
[i]Losing connection with loved ones[/i]
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[color=pink][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color] 
[center][u]♦ Driven ♦ Aloof ♦ Intuitive ♦ Anxious ♦[/u][/center]
[indent]Kip is easily looked over, he has the presence of a well-trained ninja and can easily sneak up on anyone and anything which is why once someone approaches him, he knows they pay good attention to their surroundings this plus his intuitive nature makes for a good defense mechanism. He generally keeps to himself and has a solid wall around his emotions but if asked to speak up, will comply generously, letting decades of trapped words out his system but he is a better listener than a teller. Because of a traumatic childhood, he has very odd tendencies of reluctant withdrawals toward people which is also why he also tends to close knit circles as best as he can. He is self-preserved but once he warms up to you, he can be somehow affectionate. His anxiety comes in the form of impatience and forcefully drives him to finish things as quick and upfront as he can facing conflicts head on, in times of inabilities and incompletions he finds solace in naps, do not interrupt his naptime. 

Kip likes spending his time immersing in art, be it old or new mediums, because of this it’s easy for him to find common ground with people if he needs and wants to. Even though Kip is relatively level-headed, he is irritable when it comes to indecisiveness, if you can’t choose between two things make sure you’re ready to be scowled at or ignored. He loves hearing other people’s stories but is afraid to share stories of his own, Kip has secrets and prying them off of him is not a good idea. Due to the nature of his household, he never really felt like he belonged in a family and also never learned most social cues from his familial figures which is also why he is clueless about emotional bonding and can be very awkward at times, like a kid with a lot to learn.

Kip is always busy doing something and can’t stand wasting time, unless it’s naptime or someone convinces him to. He also tries to keep his things neat and in order, and tries to help others to do the same at least till an argument is caused. He deals with issues sensibly and hates burning bridges unless absolutely necessary, even though he doesn’t admit it, he actually loath being alone. All in all, Kip is a good kid with lots of buried issues and odd ways to cope with them. 
[/indent][hr][center][h1][color=pink][u]D E F I N I N G  M Y  P A S T[/u][/color][/h1][/center]
[color=pink][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Born as an only child to two very busy parents, both from the film industry, Kip grew up in a troubled household in Shibuya, Japan. He grew up with the customs and tradition but never took them to heart, he was raised by various sitters and never had significant time with his parents except for when they watched films on Friday nights which was the only time the couple forgot their arguments. Kip slept through shouting and screaming and woke up to the sound of shattering and crying, with his mother being an actress and his father being a director their family was home to scandals, paparazzi and stalkers, the woes of fame. Kip started his artistic ventures as a toddler, the moment he knew how to grip a brush. He then graduated to pencils, and pens and other crafts, he did quite well in school and even became an honorary student more than once. There were odd moments about ants and dead things, occasionally. He learned how to interact with others, he learned how to smile, enjoy life, and have fun and eventually even gained a well-sustained circle of friends… he was doing quite well as a normal kid. Kip didn’t have the chance to exhibit rebellion because there was no one to be rebellious towards, as he grew older, his parent’s anger turned to apathy that grew stronger and stronger until they split up by the time he was 10. He’s come to accept his life until an incident happened before he graduated high school that turned his whole life upside down.

He calls it the “Paparazzi Incident” which ultimately led to him being who he is and where he is now, he only trusts a few people with it because to recall the memory of it all is something he would need therapy for. He completely lost whatever was left of his emotional stability and started feeling dead inside, he was devastated and he was inconsolable. To him, his parents are dead… maybe even long before the incident occurred. This incident led to him migrating to the States in San Francisco to his auntie’s house, a gentle old lady named “Atsuko” a warm name for a warm person, who was also aptly and luckily a psychologist she was perfect for Kip and she lived all alone with enough to get by. During his stay, he was eventually nurtured by his aunt both mentally and socially, he learned about various things he didn’t knew about the State and it’s customs and he actually felt like he belonged to a family for once, He even regained his smile but there were things he couldn’t forget and they continued haunting him. He started regaining his old self, his passion for the arts and all the wondrous things he used to do, he even picked up a new hobby, strolling by the beach at the wee hours of the morning, taking photos as he went… checking people out from a far, wonder who they are and where they’ve been. A year passed after his migration and he had to start High School, he became one of the foreign kids who everyone seem to just not mind. He made sure to vibe them off with his blank stare, he was not ready to commit or interact with anyone… he was unstable and he knew it so he started putting up walls.

A week passed by and he encountered a girl by the beach in her worn jeans and a tired hoodie, shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes that glint off mischief. She was very beautiful, he thought, with wonder. He noticed he was absent-mindedly staring, she was smiling but he didn’t knew what to do, so he just looked away and pretended that he was snapping photos of the shore. He met her for 4 more  consecutive days after that and by the 5th she decided to take the initiative, her name was Didi… What a cute name, he thought. They learned that they were schoolmates and started seeing each other on campus, hanging out whenever they can, doing things young people with lots of time and energy would do… he started regaining the ability to trust and interact thanks to her. They stayed good friends well into college, they supported each other and became like brother and sister… romance was impossible because he wasn’t into the opposite sex, and clearly some prospects would get in the way. His High School life was more than satisfactory, things were looking up for him…

At the day of his birthday a few months after graduating highschool, Aunt Atsuko died, leaving him with her fortune and belongings, he was her only benefactor and he is eternally grateful and in debt… memories of her flooded his tear ducts and he had to cry his heart out… He was without family, once again. But he knew he was stronger than that, he was going to college, it was the last thing he talked about with his Aunt. He was going to pursue his passion for the arts and live his life the best he can, that’s what she made him promise to her. But what he had wasn’t enough and he had to sell his aunt’s stuff along with her house, more things he had to let go of as nothing can stop him from fulfilling the promise he made but it wasn’t just for his auntie, he knew well enough to do it as an act of self-love. And now he’s living in an apartment, self-sustained and equipped for the future, he has problems to sort through with surely more to come but he knows how to deal with them now… however, the nightmares have started creeping up on him.


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[color=pink][b][u]Extra:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]Binge-watching shows, playing video games and making stories.[/indent]

[color=pink][b][u]Anything Else:[/u][/b][/color] 
[indent]DO NOT DISTURB HIS NAPTIME
Spicy food is comfort food
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