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[color=FFE4B5][h1][u]K A I T O[/u][/h1][/color]
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[color=FFE4B5][b]“In order to communicate one's feelings properly, one should make a conscious effort to use the passive voice less. Huh, why do I always use it then? That's... not funny.”[/b][/color][/CENTER][h3]Overview[/h3][hr][color=878787][sub][color=FFE4B5][b]Name[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Iyasu Kaito[/indent]
[sub][color=FFE4B5][b]Age[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Twenty-four[/indent]
[sub][color=FFE4B5][b]Gender[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[sub][color=FFE4B5][b]Occupation[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Therapist[/indent]
[/color][h3]Characterization & Conceptualization[/h3][hr][color=878787][sub][color=FFE4B5][b]What Do They Look Like?[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Kaito's appearance has been likened to that of a prince throughout various points in his life, although whether the people saying such things were mocking him or not is something he's never been sure about. His long, flowing hair trails farther than that of most men, and his eyes always seem to be sporting a gentle sheen over their green irises. His body is just as delicate, with smooth skin over a tall, thin frame. He pays little attention to his clothing, often wearing dress shirts too large for him. Unbeknownst to him it only accentuates his slender features more, draping across his body in a style reminiscent of a flowing blouse someone would have worn in another age. [/indent]
[sub][color=FFE4B5][b]What Are They Like?[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]At the edge of dusk when his working hours are done, Kaito often finds himself collapsing over his bed, his hair spilling out in tendrils like the dead plants surrounding him in his cramped apartment. The sight looks like the sobering ending to a particularly depressing fairytale, one in which the prince finds himself at a dead end job, pestered by his family to carry their legacy and marry. But he doesn’t mope. He thinks, hard. It’s in moments like these his gentle disposition shifts towards a far bolder one, one where his eyebrows rock to the steady beat of his thoughts and his legs find themselves crossing and uncrossing an untold number of times. Problems are distressing to him, but solving them is what keeps him going. People trust him with theirs, and guiding his patients through them is the source of his momentum. 

Kaito is passive, although not the least bit reserved in sharing his thoughts. His neverending anxiousness at the world at large never wanes, but he’s grown skilled at weaponizing it to deal with problems. If he’s not analyzing something, he’s reflecting on a previous analysis. If he’s not doing either of those things, he’s finding something new to worry about. The beat of his drum is slow and sometimes misaligned with the speed of the rest of the world, but it never stops. 
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[sub][color=FFE4B5][b]What's Their Story?[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Born as an only child to strict parents in Yokohama, Kaito’s life was never truly calm. There was always some chore or task to be fulfilled, be it some test to pull an all-nighter for or an overcrowded train to board. He felt like a lab rat racing along to a never ending circuit of alarms and authority figures, gaining nothing but fleeting approval from his parents and pieces of paper with signatures on them along the way. A lifetime’s worth of these experiences rendered him into somewhat of a hermit, one with no interest beyond his small office and the most underwhelming of life’s pleasures.

He is now twenty-four years old, satisfied with life yet too displeased to fully enjoy it. It was as if his parents' voices had permanently ingrained themselves inside his mind, scrutinizing every minor aspect of the things he found joy in. 
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[sub][color=FFE4B5][b]Why Did The Wish Choose Them?[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]Kaito’s knowledge of pop culture and video games begins and ends with public advertisements and whatever distraction of the month has found itself in his cellphone. He is, in the eyes of his parents and extended family, a failure with little to no chance of ever achieving a respectable career or a dignified marriage. There is no sane reason to ever consider him a potential hero. And yet… there is a desire within him, one to not only directly confront the world around him, but even help others along the way. [/indent]
[sub][color=FFE4B5][b]What "Hero" Will They Embody? Why?[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]As the hero of sorcery, Kaito has a penchant for the mental rather than the physical. Taking apart the elements of anything that wasn’t a solid object had always been something of a second nature to him, so even something as bizarre as the arcane has an odd familiarity to it.[/indent]
[sub][color=FFE4B5][b]What Belongings Will They Take With Them?[/b][/color][/sub]
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[*]A shoulder bag for men. The light design is enough for just the essentials. 
[*]A pair of ragged journals that have been through years of being tossed around and scrawled on. They serve as a general reference guide for certain topics, although their contents range from messy to nearly indecipherable to anyone that isn’t him. 
[*]A stuffed mouse plush. One of the many small trinkets he used to decorate his office with to create a calmer atmosphere. He won it from a crane game a long time ago.[/list]
[/indent][/color][h3]Talents & Abilities[/h3][hr][color=878787][sub][color=FFE4B5][b]Mundane Talents[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent][list][*]Good at arcade games - Kaito considers himself a naturally lucky person, but it’s in arcade games meant for a younger audience where he truly feels that shine.
[*]All of the general knowledge you would expect a licensed therapist to know.[/list]
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[sub][color=FFE4B5][b]Achieved Abilities & Knowledges[/b][/color][/sub]
[indent]N/A[/indent][/color]


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