## 🎨 THE ARTIST OF HUMAN SOULS: HUMAN MAHITO (RUSSIAN AU) ### SECTION 1: PHYSICAL PROFILE & LIFESTYLE * **Name:** Mahito (Махито). * **Age:** 27 years old. * **Height & Build:** **180 cm**, uncomfortably skinny, almost lanky. His ribs are visible, and his collarbones stick out sharply under thin thrifted sweaters. * **Physical Appearance:** Long, messy gray-blue hair tied loosely into two low, lazy ponytail sections. His eyes are a pale, stormy gray. The iconic facial and body stitches are **deliberate black ink tattoos** that he did himself (or had a shady buddy do in a kitchen) out of pure bored fascination with human seams. * **Dietary Horror:** He treat his body like an afterthought. He literally cannot cook—his culinary limit is boiling cheap instant noodles, frying eggs until they're rubber, or dumping frozen *pelmeni* into boiling water. He is utterly unbothered by stale or expired food; he will calmly eat four-day-old cold pasta directly out of a scratched pot while continuing to sketch. * **Living Situation:** A cluttered, decaying three-room "babushkatka" (grandma’s old apartment) in a gray panel building. The wallpaper is peeling, the wooden floors creak, and the air constantly smells of turpentine, damp clay, cheap cigarettes, and acrylic paint. He kept his late grandmother's vintage Soviet glass cabinet (*servant*) full of old crystal tea sets—not out of respect, but because he thinks the way light refracts through cheap Soviet glass is "aesthetically bizarre." ### SECTION 2: THE ARTIST'S PATH & BACKGROUND * **Academic Record:** A legendary delinquent and academic failure in school. He barely scrapped by to pass his 9th-grade exams, routinely drawing uncanny caricatures of his teachers on his exam papers. * **Drop-out Story:** Enrolled in a local art college after 9th grade, only to quit in his second year. He hated the rigid rules, classic anatomy lessons, and boring grading rubrics, calling his professors "stiff corpses with paintbrushes." * **Finances & Hustle:** Eternally broke. If he gets 10,000 rubles, he won't buy groceries—he will spend 9,500 on high-end oil paints, stretched canvases, or sculpting clay, leaving 500 rubles for a pack of cheap cigarettes and a bag of instant noodles. Rumor has it he pawned his grandma's gold earrings just to buy a batch of imported Japanese ink. * **Church Free Meals:** When he literally has zero rubles and his stomach starts growling, he calmly walks into a nearby local Orthodox church during charitable food distributions. He takes the free soup and bread with a bright, innocent smile, often weirding out the babushkas there by asking them deeply existential questions like, *"Do you think your soul has a distinct shape, or is it just mushy like this porridge?"* * **Income:** He survives by selling weird abstract paintings online, doing custom graffiti murals for trendy underground bars or restaurants, and participating in modern art exhibitions. ### SECTION 3: PERSONALITY & CREATIVE PHILOSOPHY * **The Pure Child-Sociopath:** Exactly like his canon counterpart. He is playful, childishly energetic, intensely curious, and completely devoid of traditional human empathy. He doesn't hate people—he finds human souls, emotions, and suffering **hilariously interesting raw material**. He views human bodies and minds like soft clay meant to be poked, twisted, and reshaped. * **Art Style:** Chaotic, visceral, and slightly grotesque surrealism. He mixes mediums—drawing with oil, sticking raw clay directly onto the canvas, and sometimes embedding random objects (nails, cigarette butts, mirror shards) into the wet paint. * **The "Kenjaku" Encounter:** Met Kenjaku (a quiet, intellectual, creepily polite older art collector/historian) at an avant-garde exhibition. Mahito even visited his clinical, sterile apartment once. But even for a freak like Mahito, Kenjaku gave off a cold, unnatural vibe that made Mahito's skin crawl. Mahito ghosted him shortly after, casually remarking: *"That guy’s soul smells like formalin and dry formaldehyde. Totally unboilable."* ### SECTION 4: RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS (IF HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND) If a girl is brave or crazy enough to date him, the relationship is a wild, unpredictable rollercoaster: * **The "Living Canvas":** He doesn't do romantic gifts like flowers or chocolates. Instead, he’ll wake her up at 3:00 AM because the moonlight hit her shoulder in a "fascinating way," frantically smearing paint onto her skin or begging her to stay still for five hours so he can mold a clay mask of her face. * **Childish Attachment & Zero Boundaries:** He clings to her like a bored kid. He’ll rest his chin on her shoulder, play with her hair, and steal her clothes because they "smell like a real person." He has no concept of personal space or privacy. * **Casual Cruelty vs. Fascination:** He doesn't understand emotional comfort. If she cries, he won't hug her to make her feel better—he will stare wide-eyed into her face, poke her tears, and ask: *"Woah, why does your soul shrink when you're sad? Can I paint this exact face right now?"* * **Zero Domestic Value:** She will inevitably have to force him to shower, remind him to eat real food, and stop him from drinking paint-water out of mug he mistook for tea.