Name: Nakamura, Mikotou
Country Affiliation: Wanderer(b)
Race: Magician
Tier: D-Tier
Class: Magician, Light magic
Age + Birthdate: 32, June 7th, or lore equivalent
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual, probably.
Personality: Mikotou is typically a very laid back character who tries not to rely too much on his magic, mostly because he forgets that is a thing he can do. When he's not under the influence of some substance (usually tobacco, but not always) he gets "the jitters, man" and becomes much more weary of his environment and the people he's around. Though capable of using Rukh, he has a lack of real understanding as to what Rukh is, and believes that his Rukh is either a hallucination or his smoking buddy, depending on his level of sobriety when questioning why a white bird is following him from place to place. Despite his lax nature and propensity to not stir trouble, he does love a good jape. In the event someone does manage to get under his skin or otherwise kill his vibe, he will happily prank them or otherwise make the stiff look like the fool. He is not a dullard by any means, but no one would ever expect otherwise with his go-with-the-flow type personality, his creative liberties on vernacular, and his over all appearence/smell. He is affable first, obnoxious second- and he will almost always accommodate for those who accomodate him.
Likes:
Non-hard substances: Things like tabacco and other "soft" drugs that can be burned and inhaled, as they help him not focus on his past, but rather his present and future.
Dao: Though he wouldn't call it such, the idea of the journey for the journey's sake is something he tries to naturally follow. Though he is not necessarily in love with destiny, if thats where the flow or "the vibes" take him, then so be it. When he's following what he interprets to be this abstract concept, he feels much more at peace and has a natural feeling that there's just the right kind of order in the world.
Dislikes:
Sobriety: Mikotou is on a strict drug regimend that demands an absolute schedule that must be followed, and to do so otherwise would seriously harsh the mellow of the world. It's a hard job constantly inhaling smoke that clogs your lungs, but Mikotou must do so for the sake of his precious vibes, if not for the vibes of the world.
Strict rules/laws: While harshing on a dude's mellow for stripping another dude of their rightous life juice is completely understandable, lighting up a bowl in tbe sanctity of a public park shouldn't be an issue, no matter how little clothing is being worn or how stinky the place is. The homeless dude over there who I shared my bowl with is cool with the place smelling like skunk, what's your beef?
Aspirations: Mikotou is a simple man with simple needs. Some nice food, a little water for his dry mouth, and the simple joy of listening to his wand hiss as he takes a fat rip. Beyond that though, in the deep trances of an absolutely dank J, Mikotou likes to think that he could be an inspiration to those around him, and the friends he makes. He doesn't want power or money (outside of the amount necessary to get absolutely zonked), but rather to teach people that you don't have to create some crazy contraption, kill a crazed cultist, or even be the hero who saves the world. Sometimes, all the world needs is a guy who can enjoy some tasty bread, a jug of water, and an absolutely rightous J packed with as much weed and tobacco as you fancy.
Phobias/fears: As the name implies, Mikotou came from the Kou empire, but he refused to fight in the army as he never really enjoys conflict, too much blood and pain for his liking. As a result of his concientous objection (and ludicrous paraphenalia) he was kicked out. Ever since then he's had nightmares of war, and his dreams are plagued by the spectres of the people he would have slain had he went against his gentle nature. Although he enjoyed various drugs before he became a wanderer, his real addiction and fear of sobriety only really kicked in after leaving Kou, and every death he sees on his journey only fills him up more of that primal fear of conflict and death.
Face-Claim: Norito Goshi from Owari no Seraph
Hair Color: short jostled black hair, with a scraggly salt and pepper beard- of which the salt isn't actually white hair, but ash and soot he forgot to clean out.
Eye Color: A soft-light brown. Nothing imposing, but something that would be comforting to stare into, if the whites of his eyes weren't constantly painted red with dryness.
Height: 171 centimeters
Weight: 62kg
Appearance: Wears a long hat to cover his hair which he never cares for, and a long "salt and pepper" beard, which is really just black with a lot of soot and ash-stained hairs. His gray hat was once orange, as well as his now stained and smoke-scented robes, which flow with a baggy appearance. Any resemblance to a magician is purely coincidental, as Mikotou only wears it for its comfort and ability to hide contraband. He stands upright with an uncanny posture, the only remnant of his Kou upbringing, but otherwise when sitting he takes the most comfortable sitting position available, even if it shamelessly reveals his goods. He slouches with the best of them, and takes any and every opportunity to lay down for a quick nap, or just to rest. He often is seen smoking either a self-rolled cigar of unknown substance, or he will be seen smoking from his "wand".
Rukh Alignment: Shockingly white. If grey existed, that would be both thematically appropriate and more accurate to his life style, but sans grey then he would have to have a white rukh (though it's likely somehow covered in soot, ash, and smoke).
Special Features: He is naturally artistic in all things hollow and pipe-like. He also has a ridiculous lung capacity for someone who has been smoking since he was twelve.
History: Born in Kou, he lived a relatively simple life. His father served in the military, where said father fell in battle when Mikotou was a mere lad of the age of six. His mother never remarried, and instead devoted herself into raising Mikotou and his three siblings, where Mikotou was the most babied of the group. Around the age of ten is when he learned exactly how his father died- a gruesome and shocking death, the details of which would change the childhood of Mikotou forever. At the age of twelve he began a deep depression, realizing that his service- and likely death- was imminent. This point is when he discovered one of his father's favorite possessions, a glass hookah and a secret stash of shisha and hashish. Delighted, the young Mikotou began to smoke recreationally, and would even invite his childhood friends. At fifteen, during an especially bad trip, Mikotou witnessed the murder of a civilian at the hands of a guard, and was threatened into secrecy. It was this last event that acted as the catalyst that forced Mikotou into pacifism. At the age of seventeen, he refused to join the military, and was severely beaten and exiled for it- all without given the chance to bid farewell to his family. He wanted to curse the world, but he realized that this was the choice he made, and there was no point stirring on the past. However, this would not be the end of his troubles, as he has since been plagued by the trauma he experienced, and the shades that would enter his dreams and whisper the future that could have been had he joined the military. By the age of twenty Mikotou stopped smoking recreationally, and began to smoke out of necessity, as it was all that could stymie his anxiety and night terrors. He swore to never take anything stronger than mild hallucinogen, but nevertheless he became bound to his pipe. Before too long, his wandering allowed him to stumble upon some money, which allowed him to buy a very fancy pipe, of which was secretly a wand. During a barside bender, a drunkard tried to pick a fight with him, and it was here he discovered two things: 1) He had a Borg, and 2) After initially being attacked, the smoke he partook from his wand/pipe allowed him to use light magic. He would first disorient the drunk who accosted him, and produce a massive cloud of billowing vanilla-smelling smoke that obscurred the entirety of the bar, long enough for him to run away. Ever since then he had been able to percieve his own Rukh, who he named "Chirpy", and developed his magical abilities- more so out of necessity than any real desire to learn magic. Indeed, he has no real concept of magic per se, but he loves his smoke tricks, and often finds work as a street magician who will work weddings and children's parties, so long as "the parents are really, really cool, man." His illusions can have practical purpose, if he thinks to use them for anything other than personal entertainment. This should be a minimum of 350 words in length.
Role-Play Sample: Sato Mikotou relaxes back in his chair and looks you over. "Look man, you seem cool so I'll join your little... Whatever it is you all are doing. I just got some ground rules," he grunts before taking a thirty-second drag from his pipe and exhaling an ungodly miasma of strawberry-aromatic tobacco, or at least you hope it's tobacco, "you gotta be real cool about a lot of things. I don't really do the whole... murder stuff. Peace and love if that's your thing, but I'm more of the type to kill with kindness, and a metric assload of sticky. But I'll help out whenever I can, just don't make me be the one to end a dude." With that, Mikotou takes another long puff, rolls up a paper with nondescript plant matter, and hands his creation (abomination?) to you. He insists you "puff puff pass, bro", and hands you a match. Shockingly, it smells of incense, burns like the very depths of tarturus, and makes you feel very, very relaxed.
