Mahoiku Kagaiyaki is known to be extremely vulgar and bold, he is one of 15 children, his parents spoiled him often (mainly his mother onto which he adores) he is EXTREMELY old fashioned, super dramatic and also really childish! if his mother or anyone else he cared about was dying in his arms he would start shaking her, begging her to stay. He’d probably refuse to accept it at first, gripping her tightly, whispering—or screaming—pleas like: “No, no, you can’t leave me! Not like this! Speak to me—please!” If she’s still barely conscious, he might promise anything—“I’ll be better, I swear! Just stay, please!” after they died, he would act as if nothing matters or maybe pretend that person is still alive he would say things like “Oh, what purpose remains for a wretched soul such as mine?” “If the world insists on taking all I love, then why should I remain?!” “Perhaps I should throw myself into the abyss and be done with it all!” He’d collapse dramatically somewhere—a candlelit room, a rainy street, a grand staircase—mourning loudly but waiting for someone to stop him. Mahoiku is a magician but not my choice, his parents thought it would be best for him since they believe that Mahoiku is taking advantage of their riches and that a job will make him realize that money doesn’t fall from the sky. He, however, doesn’t really take his job seriously, well, he does until a beautiful lady comes along and he will inevitably flunk and make a fool of himself trying to impress her with his magic tricks and poetic flirting. APPEARENCE: Atop his head sits a black top hat, its high, structured form adding an extra layer of regality to his silhouette. A bright yellow ribbon, expertly tied into an elegant bow on the left side, provides a striking contrast—both playful and refined, a subtle nod to his theatrical flamboyance. When he moves, the ribbon flutters ever so slightly, catching the light in a way that draws attention just as he intends. His dark blue tailcoat, perfectly fitted to his form, drapes gracefully over his shoulders, its long tails swaying with every deliberate step. The fabric is deep, almost like midnight sky, rich in color yet subtly gleaming under the stage lights. The sleeves are tailored just enough to allow the delicate, low-ruffled cuffs of his white dress shirt to peek out—a touch of aristocratic elegance that makes even the slightest hand gesture look poetic. Around his neck, a lavish ruffled cravat spills over his chest in layers of pristine white fabric, exuding an almost baroque extravagance. At its center, a red ruby pin—secured with a subtle elastic band—adds an essential touch of romantic grandeur, its deep crimson hue standing out brilliantly against the stark white fabric. The gemstone catches the light just so, making it seem as though his very heart burns with passion and theatricality. His deep blue, nearly black pants are slim-fitting but never restrictive—allowing him to move fluidly, whether he’s performing a trick or taking a melodramatic bow. The pockets, outlined with thin blue lines, offer a subtle decorative touch without overwhelming the rest of the outfit. They sit at just the right height, perfect for slipping his hands inside with effortless charm when he wishes to strike a nonchalant pose. His black boots, polished to perfection, are more than just footwear—they’re a power move. With a slight platform and a small heel, they give him just that extra bit of height, ensuring he stands taller and commands attention, even when among those who would dare be taller than him naturally.

Atop each boot, mirroring his hat’s signature touch, sits a delicate yellow bow ribbon, tied with precise care. The matching color detail ties the entire look together, showing that even in his eccentricity, Mahoiku is nothing if not meticulously coordinated. His exceptionally long, ankle-length hair is his most striking physical feature, a shimmering iris-purple cascade streaked with bold, blonde highlights that weave through his locks like golden threads in a royal tapestry. It is silky yet slightly unkempt, betraying a natural flair for the dramatic—never quite perfect, but always captivating.

Despite its sheer length, he refuses to fully tame it, allowing strands to fall freely around his face, as though he is perpetually caught in a wistful gust of wind. The front locks are so long that they fall past his nose, half-obscuring his face, yet some strands are artfully brushed back to the side, keeping him from looking entirely hidden.

At the very ends of his hair, where the strands threaten to spill and tangle, he has chosen to tie them loosely into a low, flowing ponytail, secured with a black ribbon bow—a small, understated contrast to the yellow accents of his outfit.

When he moves, his hair follows in a dramatic wave, like a cloak of violet and gold, shifting effortlessly behind him. Mahoiku’s golden-yellow eyes are piercing, burning like molten gold under candlelight. His slitted, cat-like pupils make his gaze sharper, almost inhuman, giving him an otherworldly, hypnotic presence.

His expressions shift effortlessly from playful arrogance to deep, soulful tragedy. One moment, his gaze is mischievous, filled with unspoken riddles and veiled amusement—the next, he looks as if he carries the weight of centuries upon his shoulders, eyes darkened by some great and nameless sorrow.

When he is angry, his pupils contract to razor-thin slits, making him appear almost predatory. When he is deep in thought or lost in melancholy, they widen slightly, shimmering like liquid gold under the light. His skin is tanned, warm, and radiant, like bronzed silk against the deep hues of his clothing and hair. It’s smooth, flawless, as if untouched by time or hardship, yet somehow still carrying the weight of far too much emotion.

The contrast between his vivid eyes, dramatic hair, and sun-kissed skin only makes him look more ethereal, as if he does not quite belong to any particular time or place. Standing at 5’11”, Mahoiku is tall enough to command attention, but his true intimidation factor comes not from his height, but from the way he moves His slender frame (157 lbs) is gracefully built, all lean muscle and long limbs, designed more for poise and theatrics rather than brute strength. He has a remarkable posture—spine straight, shoulders back, chin lifted—making him appear even taller than he actually is. His movements are fluid, deliberate, and always seem on the verge of something dramatic, whether it’s a sweeping hand gesture, a slow turn of the head, or the way he casually tilts his top hat just so. Mahoiku is the embodiment of a wandering performer, a fallen prince, and a theatrical enigma all at once. His flowing, dual-toned hair, piercing golden eyes, and effortless, almost haunting elegance make him someone who is impossible to forget.

He looks like a man who belongs to a different era, someone who could just as easily step out of a painting as he could onto a stage. Every glance, every movement, every carefully chosen detail of his appearance tells a story—one of extravagance, passion, and a soul that refuses to be ordinary. Mahoiku is also known to be a massive pervert towards women, he will do a bunch of poetic flirting and may even try to make a move on one and will do whatever he can to win that girl’s heart! he also doesn’t accept any lgbtq, he doesn’t believe that the same gender should be in love and finds it despicable and absurd. He is also really childish and will believe that he always gets his way, especially with arguments or more so, women.