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[attr="class","freiwantttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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His life is a coffee-stained manila folder, filled with red sharpie annotations and a stack of dog-eared pages thicker than most religious texts. The counselor looks up at him over the tapered edge, asking him if there’s a point in finding him a new foster home. He smiles in the way that he knows unnerves most people, “I rather enjoy it here.” Curiosity lives like a vacant forest in him, itching itching itching.
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He feels lonely almost every second of every day. It's raw though — feral like hunger in a wild animal. There really is nothing worse than the clawing of some innate human need paired with the choleric revulsion he feels upon human contact. Some people are just born lonely, and that doesn't change. In him, it's a raging wildfire, eating up all the substance in him. Then, it waits for the trees to regrow and eats it up all over again.
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Life becomes a pattern of events that he retraces in his mind with a level of detail he finds rather haunting. He thinks he’s already seen the worst of humanity and yet he’s not even close to the truth when war strikes Kanto. Maybe he becomes the worst part of it — the thing people fear finding when the lights flicker on. A sterile room with the stink of blood and forced secrets. He hides behind a viper smile while they hide behind their lies, but he sees through each and every one. Breaking their spirit is like squeezing the juice out of a bruised fruit and digging out the core. The mind is a far more delicate place than the body. In all of them, he hopes to plant a seed.
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He’d never wanted to be this person, but by the time the war is behind him — cruelty feels like second nature. War carved a shape into his bones and he is simply trying to reform around it like an old, warped tree. He seeks out attention through little annoyances, excuses for interactions that don’t push the boundaries of his comfort. Yet all the while the longing grows and rots inside of him. Just like the dead, twisted cypress that stood outside the orphanage, vacant except for the times he would sleep beneath it. So fucking distant from the others that it pains him sometimes. He wants to understand, but also he knows — sometimes, some people are just born lonely.
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TLDR — [BREAK][BREAK]
♢ Orphaned at a young age, spent most of his life in foster care [break]
♢ Military in Kanto until the conflict, primarily acting in interrogation & internal affairs. [break]
♢ Has a doctorate in behavioral sciences & psychology. [break]
♢ Not a huge fan of Rocket after they invaded his country and all that, you know... bit of a severe personal grudge. [break]
♢ Now employed by the International Police as an investigator. [break]
♢ Is relatively friendly in person, until he isn’t. Then he’s just a major dick. [break]
♢ Will remember everything you tell him so lie carefully :3 [break]
♢ Meanwhile, he will lie to your face and you will believe it. [break]
♢ has never found it easy to relate to people and war made him cruel, but could benefit from something softer.[break]
♢ A huge hypochondriac, avoids human contact like the plague.[break]
♢ Debatably a decent person, but blink and you might just miss his decency. [break]