OOC ☂ RECOLLE AU INFO

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KAMUI BRISBY AGE 19 HOMETOWN Recolle SPECIES Human, formerly Yato FAMILY Elizabeth (Mother), three younger brothers LANGUAGE English OCCUPATION Student, Metalworking OTHERS RELATIONSHIPS ELIZABETH Stressed mother. KEI Back alley doctor-slash-therapist. INVENTORY OFF-BRAND WORK BOOTS With rounded metal studs in the soles. [ ✖ ] CHINESE PARASOL Reinforced and complete with working gun barrel. [ ✖ ] ITEM Description [ ✖ ]

Kamui was born Mr. and Mrs. Brisby's first child. He was followed by three younger brothers before Mr. Brisby met his end in a car crash. Kamui was eight, his brothers even younger, and Mrs. Brisby was left to raise them on her own. Kamui's early years were filled with taking care of his brothers and being the perfect son a mother could ask for. He did everything he could to help, even if he was a sloppy little kid about it. Then he got sick. At nine years old, Kamui fell ill with a severe case of pneumonia. Mrs. Brisby tortured herself trying to nurse him back to health, but it was never enough. She was forced to reach out to her husband's friends in Recolle in order to get Kamui the medical care he needed. With their aid, the Brisbys were able to move to Recolle and eventually adjust to big city life. Throughout his illness and recovery, Kamui was keenly aware of how far his mother had pushed herself for his sake. His tiny mind blamed his weak, stupid body. Soon enough, a mixture of self-loathing and the eagerness to prove himself developed into chronic misbehavior. The more he interacted with people outside of his family, the less he was willing to listen to what any of them had to say. He had to be untouchable, both emotionally and physically, so that no one would ever worry over him again. Gradually, his harmless schoolyard games expanded to include trespassing, theft, bullying, vandalism, and fights. By middle school, Kamui was a full-fledged delinquent. The only thing that kept him from joining any actual gangs was the potential danger to his family. He didn't care what happened to him, but he'd be damned if he let anyone touch his mother or little brothers while he still breathed. He made sure to never ditch school more than he could get away with, hid his fight injuries with thick clothing and a giant smile, even bullied money out of other students so that he could pay his own medical expenses. He was careful, but no one as reckless and foolhardy as Kamui could be careful for long. In Kamui's final year of middle school, he made his first major mistake: he let another student goad him into a fight inside the classroom. Kamui threw his own desk chair at the boy and proceeded to beat him until three teachers finally managed to pull him away. With so many witnesses, this time he couldn't escape the consequences. Kamui was shipped off to a juvenile detention center for assault and battery. He was there for a year - receiving counseling, doing community service, working through issues he insisted he didn't have. Though no staff ever managed to get through to him, there was one person who did. Mrs. Elizabeth Brisby visited her son every day she was able. She panicked, she cried, she was sure she'd failed him; and Kamui realized he hadn't been careful at all. He was released the summer before his sophomore year of high school, and though he wasn't a new man, he was determined to become one. During his high school years, he spent his free time searching out ways to blow off steam legally. He had started working with wood and metal in juvie and continued to do so now, carving out the beginnings of his custom weapons business. He kept his fighting to underground circles, punching only people who had agreed to the fight beforehand. Stealing was now the coward's way out, and bullying grew boring. It wasn't about him anymore. He didn't have to be untouchable for his own sake; he had to be indomitable for hers. He didn't have to ensure no one worried about him; he just had to make himself worthy of that worry. Because that was real strength, and real strength wouldn't make his mother cry.

( codes by whambam )