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personality

The thing about Jikai noticed by people immediately is his nonchalant, independent attitude and how often that give no fucks state makes him seem cocky with his confidence. He seems to be steely and quiet, just observing you as if he wants to find ways to tear you apart before you can touch him. There’s always something about him that says he’ll do what he wants, when he wants, when he feels like it. He’s got no problem telling people his thoughts directly to their face, even if it comes rash and abrasive. There’s always been a perchance of destruction and violence he had from his raising that often makes him seem like there’s a need to constantly lash out. This doesn’t even get to how vindictive he can turn when he is truly angry or doesn’t like something. That moodiness makes him an impulsive, intense person without knowing who he is under his tough-guy exterior. Under it all, he’s a very pained individual that is pretending like he’s not as mentally messed up as he is, when there’s days where his adventurous nature can’t even get him out of his bed. He hates himself to the point of being overly self-critical despite his cockiness and if asked by someone close to him, he’d say it is always meant in sarcasm. He doesn’t really pay note to his empathetic and protective nature to be a good trait because he never sees it as a good thing. He knows his playful and tolerant sides exist, but they’re never good enough points since he sees one as a weakness and the other as something that feeds his impulsive and lazy sides. No matter how good he can really be with himself, he doubts these things and spirals deep into his bad points. [break][break]

physical

Height: 6’1”
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Weight: 162 lbs.
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Ethnicity: Japanese-Hungarian
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Style: Grunge
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Other:
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Tattoos: Full arm sleeves and more scattered pieces on body. Mostly just blackwork ink. Most notable:
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• Cobra cresting the back of his neck with tribal marks around it
• right sleeve has an asian style dragon sailing down forearm across peonies and waves, broke up by a double black band, forearm has abstract ink splatter geometric pattern that bleeds into the backdrop of hand tattoo which is a moth on hand with a double moon with a black gradient backdrop on wrist
• left sleeve has an abstract eclipse and woods tattoo on upper arm that leads into forearm that has a tiger and fu dog fighting in the smoke and leaves motif with a snake coming down wrist to its head being on his left thumb, bright-colored lotus on left hand
• More for later

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Piercings: prefers more their jewelry to be mix-matched silver, black, and some reds and purples

• Face: Left side labret, right eyebrow, bridge, septum
• Right ear: three lobe, mid helix, rook, surface tragus
• Left ear: Two lobe, industrial, 3 vertical helixs, rook

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Scars: Has several all over. Many are from his original home and are heavily faded, but the many jagged scars still remain. Any that were on his arms are hidden by ink at a glance with one or two new ones that need refilled with ink. He has a mix bag of fresh and old his torso and back from between his first home and fighting now. Most obvious ones are the one in his right palm from a deep cut from shattered glass and the poorly, hack job of a repair under his left shoulder blade from a fight that splits into two and obvious stitch marks surrounding it [break][break]

history

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He didn’t have a beautiful picture of the world when he came into the world. One would argue that the marriage of his parents would be something to be happy for was their relation spanned borders, his father Japanese and his mother Hungarian. But beyond that, it wasn’t a happy relationship. They were terrible for each other as his father controlled and manipulated every part of his mother’s life to trap her to him. And that didn’t end when he was born. Instead, it just extended to him. He was cared for just enough to grow weakly into a toddler when the verbal abuse worsened. He was also an idiot bastard to them even as a child, and his mother couldn’t help but out of stress beat her own son. His father mostly ignored his physical existence unless he was on a rager and beating his wife wasn’t enough. [break][break]

This was the only life he understood as he entered kindergarten and no one grew concerned about it until he was a year into school where he kept lashing out at being gently scolded by teachers and the scars, marks, and bruises couldn’t always be covered. But the teachers’ concern only made things worse at home, to the point they started making him skip meals as punishment on top of beatings, yelling, and locking him up in his room. Their concern eventually had the cops investigating more and the neighbors had been reporting more of the domestic violence heard daily. Within four months and the passing of his sixth birthday, he was removed from the home by the police from the horrors that were his early life. He would never know what happened to them as he got to the orphanage and the older he grew the more he didn’t care to know. [break][break]

He was a roughed up kid at this point despite his young age and upon hearing the home he came from, many people hesitated to take on and the problems he’d grow up with, being as he will always have clear memories of that time. The regular night terrors and lashing out from fear was something that would take time to heal. Regardless of the quickly dropped interest in his adoption, he found himself lost in this new world of other kids who were taken from or given up by families. But what he found himself doing is protecting the younger kids from the meaner, older kids that thought it was fun to mess with the tinier ones. And for some reason he found himself trying to calm those younger ones after they were messed with, playing games with them or reading books to them. Something in their plight in the orphanage held some hold on him, probably over his own reasons for being among them. Hanging around the younger kids is how he ended up meeting his younger sister, Chiharu, though at this point he never realized she’d be his sibling. Until a couple found them both and took on the challenge of him and a younger child together to foster.[break][break]

Much of his life started to turn to normal for the most part, next to the regular therapist visits and night terrors that haunt him. Under the recommendation of his therapist and parents, he put his energy into as many sports as he was allowed to juggle to distract him from the memories. The rough patches were smoothing, even as he was teased occasionally for being adopted and being mixed. He didn’t take any of it to heart as there was nothing compared to what his actual parents would say about him. There was still a strive to do well in things that actually left him too tired to dream or think of what his old family was like. It kept him working on being an okay student, slow-growing group of friends, and getting along with other kids. It was like his whole life was piecing together something that was as normal as you could get in the aftermath of what he was born into.[break][break]

Things about this plan didn’t shift until their foster parents got pregnant with their own child. Their true first even though Jikai and Chiharu were there before their youngest sibling. Then the halls of their school seemed to become a place of annoyance instead of escape. The adoption thing came up more and more as a bad thing, especially with his sister in how neither would hold a light next to the unborn child. When he came to himself, he knew to just roll his shoulders and walk the other way. He always knew there was worse to be said about him. But the target of rumors on Chiharu, knowing how quiet and soft natured she was as a kid, turned him on others. He had no problem with starting the schoolyard fights that were nothing more than children shoving each other until he learned how to make his fist tight. There were many calls sent to his parents, suspension with written ‘apologies’ that he never meant, and nights grounded as he never found any reprieve in the situation they were given. [break][break]

He felt himself grow bitter in what was supposed to bring him peace. How was any of it better than the physical neglect and abuse he took before? Especially when his parents had no backbone to say what the other kids were saying and doing was wrong towards their first two kids. He refused to not come to Chiharu’s defense, even after their sibling was born and proved everyone else around them right in his eyes. Even when he knew there was pressure put on their youngest sibling, anyone unleashing on Chiharu was inexcusable to him. The more he turned to a teen, the worse he began toil over this idea that they could never be as important since they were adopted. He argued more with the entire family as he began to stop talking to his therapist since he stopped trusting them to not say something to their parents about his attitude shift. His fighting at school went from simple flailing of a school kid to someone poised to make someone bleed or feel pain, starting over really anything and not only his sister. He found himself withdrawing more from all the sports he was involved in to go hang with new friends, even if these people were from other schools and not the influence wanted for him previously. [break][break]

When his parents responded to his shift in attitude with more rules, being more strict, grounding him, the more he had a tendency to go and break those new rules and boundaries to be away from them. He had given into the idea that they truly didn’t care about them and they wouldn’t be doing this to him or Chiharu if they did. There was no reason for him to stop hanging out with the people that started to gather into his life, people they called the wrong crowd. To him, they were vastly better than any parents he has had in life. Even if they lead him into many illegal things. [break][break]

There came a point that they had enough of Jikai’s violent behaviors when he turned on their youngest sibling bullying of Chiharu, ready to punch them when their parents came in and everything went south. All to the point that he was told to get out of their house despite being only sixteen. He left the house with only saying fucking gladly and slamming the door behind him as he didn’t pack up anything. While Chiharu was still living at home, he tended to keep their contact to notes so he could avoid the family that he left behind and didn’t really see her that often until she also moved out. [break][break]

Instead, he went to friend’s houses and crashing with them and borrowing things until he had a fake ID and got himself a simple job. He had little knowledge that some of his friends also had dealings with worse things than just drinking underage and drug use. He often found himself in need of speed cash for his habits and trying to survive, joining underground fighting rings and any dirty jobs he could. He was fine with this life, as long as he was getting the cash, alcohol, and drugs to fuel his current habits; he is content.[break][break]