Maiku P. Yamayaki
Here Are The Basics....
People Call Me Maiku and Mai-kun.
My Birthday Is The first Of January.
My Last Birthday Cake Had fourteen Candles On It.
In Case You Haven't Already Noticed, I'm A male.
To Me, It's All About The boys.
Oh, Yeah. Before I Forget, You Should Know I'm A human.
Let's Look Deeper....
People Often Say I'm distant. Reclusive. Introverted. These are words people use to describe me. I'm not very social, preferring to be alone. I spend all day with my art, hidden away in my own little shell. But, I'm lonely and quietly long for some sort of human companionship. Deep down - deep, deep down - I'm a social butterfly waiting to emerge from his cocoon. If only I could have the courage, And I Have No Reason To Disagree.
My Life Has Been Exciting! That's not exactly a lie, but I use 'exciting' in a bad way. Here's the story of me.
I was born to an American mother and a Japanese father. My father is a military man, so we moved around a lot until he was able to get a permanent role at a Virginia military base as a psychiatrist. My mother, for awhile, worked from home as an accountant until a babysitter was hired. Up until I was in kindergarden, my life was normal. Sure, I went through some bullying for my partial albinoism, but I was a normal kid with lots of friends regardless. But, then the accident happened.
I had gotten sick one day, and my mother took me to the doctor's via public transport. On the way home, the city bus we were on crashed with another. It was a major event. Six people died, fifteen were severely hurt. Officially, it was only six people. But, unofficially, it was seven. I did die. For about five minutes. The paramedics managed to revive me, but....My life was neer normal again. My mother sustained major brain damage in the area that governs parential instinct, and since she saw me die before she was taken away, she became convinced I'm some demon inhabitting the body of her son and attacks me whenever she sees me. It's not always so bad. When I'm out of sight, we can talk normally. But, I drifted away from all my friends, becoming an outcast. I have no friends left, and I avoid home as long as I can unless my father is home.
You Want to Know What I Can Do, Huh? Well, Let's See. I Can do nothig supernatural. The only spectacular talent I have is art. I'm an incredible artist for a highschool freshman.
My Morals Are neutral.
Here's A Good Picture Of Me. 
Maiku can be used in romance and school role plays. 
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