[Re:R] Mitsururururu

hi hello did a revamp-- rushed it by the end esp the lettuce gg tsuru
hair grew a little longer bc he rly lax nowadays (^':

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Name: Ueda, Mitsuru
Alias: Mitsuru
Age: 21

Gender: Male
Birthday: January 15
Height/Weight: 5'10" | 75kg

Barcode: Nape of neck
Weapon: SR-25, Wakizashi
Specialty: Groundskeeper | Perception

Personalities: 
Calm | Easy-going | Dutiful | Adaptable | Bland | Frivolous | Pedantic | Phlegmatic
  _{basically a chill kid who finishes his duties properly at once and then bothers other people or plays around somewhere smh}

Likes/Dislikes: 
 +Making salad
 +Trivial things (housework, etc)
 +Idleness
 -Frontlines of battle
 -Dirt, rust, filth
 -Academic texts

History: 
    Mitsuru was born to a successful family with great influence. He grew up in a cushiony life, and he went through adolescence in the same manner; there was rarely ever any freedom in his slowly passing days, even when he was an adult, studying for college. Naturally bright, he made it through life with nary a frazzled night. It wasn't anything special, he thought, After all, everything I have, I never earned.
    
    His family was great, yet cold - there was not much interaction and everybody had their own worlds. For this reason, Mitsuru opted to hide out in the university's library when he could. It was more relaxing than the house, anyways. One day saw a great earthquake. The ceiling cracked, bringing down blocks of concrete like rain. He was asleep. He woke up screaming, pain being the only thing he could feel and half his body crushed. He didn't do anything special. He wasn't some hero that could suddenly gain strength and walk away with sheer willpower; his legs were crushed and so was his will. He was slowly dying and his vision was fading. The last thing he could see was his phone, beside him, screen lit up

                                                                                                                                        >Yes

Others: 
 -Tends to make salads when he's on cooking duty bc it's v easy to make (^:
 -Panicked when he realized that he was alone bc how the hell will he survive thankfully this dumb managed to find civilization
 -Quickly got over that his fam was dead the cold bastard
 -Being a groundskeeper is his calling ok
 -Specialty is patata salad

Relations: no frens no fam v lone
Roleplay Sample:
Skype > Discord > Notes
HC > Lit > Script 

Character Release form: 
By filling this up, i have agreed to let the group inflict ______ upon my character:
Corruption: yes
Body Modification: yes
Mutilation: everything but this pls thank  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Death: yes
Injury: yes
    >Lost 1 finger, left hand (AUCTION Part 1)