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 Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 10:26 am
Homeland: Tolas
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Gender: Female
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 10:29 pm
Homeland: Tolas
Languages: Yakoshi (native), Sharanjin (conversational), Telkish (words and phrases)
Age: A bit over half a year
Gender: Male
Group: The Mountain Guard
Rank: Prisoner
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Masato was always a polite puppy, you'll hear, just a bit unruly. It's a shame what happened, say the generous, while the cynical scoff, calling it inevitable. The older he became, the more frequent Masato's complaints about being tied down, tread on, and censored. While opinions can and do vary, the truth is there was nothing his parents could have done; their son was simply born with natural inclination to upset order and tradition, to test boundaries no matter the risks.
To Masato the future has never been about what he should do — laying out plans, considering his livelihood, all the uptight responsibilities that lead one down the path of a vapid existence. Instead, he sees only what he will do — the experiences he'll embrace, the interactions he'll have.
From the outside looking in he might appear unsure of himself, at worst unstable, yet in reality it is because Masato is so confident in just who and what he is that he can enjoy seeing all things from multiple points of view. He jumps from one side of a debate to the other, at times so passionate that his opponent may find he ends up arguing with himself instead of them. For someone so easy to brand as a free spirit, he was always a bit competitive.
Independent, too, in contrast to his social drive. Masato seeks meaningful connections with others and, for the most part, is adept at it. Observant of those around him, he tends to have some semblance of knowledge what compliment will best suit the individual in question.
He spends a lot of time reflecting. On himself. On what's he done. On what he will do. Who he is and who he hopes to be. When denied this peace and quiet — or when confronted with criticism should his charm fail him — Masato has a heated temper that strikes as would lightning, and like the storm that accompanies it, eventually recedes and leaves only blue skies.
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