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[h3][color=7bcdc8][b][sup][u]Mitsu Yakimura[/u][/sup][/b][/color][/h3][indent]
[b][color=6ecff6]• Appearance:[/color][/b] Rarely if ever seen, but if you manage it, she would look something like this. If she was about to kill you for tresspassing. Usually she’s not, and looks a lot more embarrassed at being seen.
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[b][color=6ecff6]• Name:[/color][/b] Mitsu Yakimura
[b][color=6ecff6]• Title:[/color][/b] Ninja Janitor
[b][color=6ecff6]• Age:[/color][/b] 24
[b][color=6ecff6]• Species:[/color][/b] Ninja! Er, human.
[b][color=6ecff6]• Abilities:[/color][/b] Her skills border on the eerily supernatural sometimes, but are not.
[b][color=6ecff6]• Skills:[/color][/b] Exceptional at the arts of cleaning and maintenance, being able to clean and fix pretty much anything that is not superhero advanced tech. Skilled with many forms of art and recycling, especially the two put together. Is fairly much completely inaudible, being a superlative master of mundane stealth. Her physical talents in general are near the top of human performance attainable by training, and her agility and flexibility are especially good. Somehow tends to be anywhere on the campus grounds she is needed, as long as it is simply improbable rather than impossible.
[b][color=6ecff6]• Inventory:[/color][/b] Mitsu is the undisputed master of the school's crawlspaces and drop ceilings, and has enormous amounts of stuff in there that she's halfway through fixing or recycling or turning into art. Her luck with having exactly what she needs for some macguyvering at hand if she's in her domain is exceptional. She does keep a small supply of ninja weapons on herself, mostly for tradition's sake, but she doesn't hesitate to use them if necessary.
[b][color=6ecff6]• Sample Post:[/color][/b] 
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Mitsu hummed to herself softly, ever so softly that even with one's ear held within an hand's breath it would be hard to make out the tune. It was one of her greatest guilty pleasures. Here she was, latest of a venerable line of revered ancestors, the invisible silent custodians of Hikari Rodan Academy. Masters of the path of the void emulating the state of nihil to become as causeless effect. And. She. Was. Humming. Making noise, how irreverently scandalous! She smirked and stretched out a bit, noiselessly tapping her toes against the ceiling of the crawlspace she had squeezed herself into with all the ease and comfort like it was a mansion.

Her hands, all the while, continued their work. Broken backpack straps, collected over the last school year, were woven together into a moebius loop. Inside, sealed with needle and thread, they carried within them a treasure of scented potpurri. They were a little thing, but a tradition of Mitsu to create and hand to any new students who looked down or uncertain on their first day of school. She'd do anything she could to brighten their day! Except well, actually talk to them. By "hand" she meant lower via pulley through drop ceiling. Humming she might dare to attempt inside her home ground, the insulated crawlspaces, but she couldn't imagine her ancestors forgiving her actually letting herself be seen and heard by someone!

Finishing the last one, Mitsu cast them around her neck as she shimmied and squirmed her way through the tight space, and up through a wall with a speed that was more akin to someone walking across clear ground. Here, prowling in the drop ceiling, carefully keeping her weight on things that could support it without the slightest sound, she was in her element, looking for someone to gift her art and well-wishes to.
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[b][color=6ecff6]• Other:[/color][/b] Is a ninja janitor.
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