Yasir Al-Hasan Kitagawa [ Yasoor, Yasi, Jury ] .
June 13th 19XX [ 27 years old ] .
Cisgender male [ he/him/his ] .
Omani [ arabic/english/french/japanese ] .
Journalist Info broker .
Blood type B+ .
Homosexual .

Yasir is 183cm (6') and weighs somewhere around 72kg (158lbs). He has dark skin, hair and eyes, all in a reddish tone of brown. His thin, down-turned eyes may be the darkest of all, though.
His preferred style of dress lies somewhere along classic and elegant, with black or rich wine hues being his favorite colors to match.
His torso, both front and back, is tattooed, as well as his right forearm and left ankle. He plans on getting more as soon as his artist comes back to Japan.
He also has nipple piercings, though he rarely wears his jewelry.

Gemini ☼ Sagittarius ☾ Libra ✧
[ ENTJ-T ] [ 1w2 ] [ Sanguine-Choleric ] [ Lawful Good ]

A wealthy and slightly eccentric young man. He takes great care to appear charming and leave good first impressions on people, eager to make connections even with the lowest of the worst. He can manage pretty much any conversation topic, and goes out of his way to digest as much information as he can for good conversation pieces.
Yasir is more of a follower than a leader. Although he has strong convictions and is willing to put in the work to achieve his goals, he prefers to let others take the lead, as long as they're someone he feels he can trust.
Family is what's most important to him in his life, and he will do anything he can to ensure their safety.

Back in Oman, Yasir didn't live the greatest life. Born to an alcoholic fisherman and a soft-spoken woman, the only luxury he got was seeing the rich men's yachts cruising the sea when his father went to work.
He doesn't remember much of it, though. When he was 10, an accident at sea left him alone with his mother, who had no choice but to abandon him, unable to provide for either of them.
When he was 12, he was adopted by a Japanese family.
The Kitagawa were privileged, wealthier than most, but they were warm and kind, nothing like the rich families he read about in books. They were smart, classy, beautiful. And yet they remained humble.
Perhaps it was because of the hardships they went through, their first and only son having been born with a weak body.
Yuriya, too, was beautiful. He was just a few years older than Yasir, but he was astoundingly learned, and for every setback he encountered, he'd come up with 5 different ways to get past it. He was admirable.
His brother and him were close all throughout their teen years, up until Yasir had to move away for college. They stayed in contact, and the younger would visit often, but he could notice Yuriya was growing more distant by the day. He had a bad feeling about it, but he did not say a thing.
When he finally returned to his home, he got to realize why their relationship had changed. Their family had insisted on ostracizing Yuriya, using his disability as an excuse to lock him away in the house, often times in his room by himself, considering him too much of a burden despite him being a perfectly capable adult. Perhaps they were scared. Perhaps they were embarrassed.
The reasons did not matter. Yasir took Yuriya to live with him away from their family, settling things quietly and peacefully, saying he simply wanted to spend more time with his dear brother. It wasn't a lie, after all, he adored him so.
But Yuriya only grew colder to others as the years went on, his temperantal attitude getting worse with time. He had always been quick to anger, too eager to hold grudges.
It was no surprise when he said he wanted to get back at their family. Yasir agreed.
Though he doesn't quite know what the end goal is, Yasir plans to stay by his brother's side until the end.

Bright ambar eyes stared straight at him, wariness evident in his gaze. It didn't worry him in the least. After all, it was the man who had followed him there, not the other way around.
Yasir walked towards him with a grin, the redhead before him glancing downwards with a frown as he got closer.
"I have a proposal for you, Hikaru Wada. My boss is very interested in your volunteer work."
Well, that seemed to get a reaction. The redhead's eyes shot up in surprise, how could anyone know about it? Yasir only chuckled, stepping away to give him space. He didn't fear Hikaru's reaction, he had been looking at him long enough to know he wasn't any danger, not to him, but he must show trust for a dog to obey.
"Join Seraphim and you won't have to worry about anyone else finding out. Won't you, Executioner?"

> he does so enjoy drinking wine. cabernet suavignon and malbec are his favorites.
> he started off in the newspaper writing about culture and celebrities. right now, most of his pieces are about economics and politics.
> yuriya is the only one who uses 'yasoor' for him. their parents use 'yasi', while hikaru uses his proper name or formal titles.
> he is superstitious, more so for the fun of it than actually believing someone can tell him his fate.
> his pain tolerance isn't that high, actually.

> the cat on his forearm was the first tattoo he got. cats are worshipped as gods in some cultures, and the star represents guidance.
> he kept crying and begged to hold yuriya's hand when the wings along his ribs were getting inked.
> the flowers on his back are water lilies and red spider lilies.
> there's a small dandelion on the inner side of his left ankle.
> 'bellum se ipsum alet', war feeds itself. yasir is a pacifist, but at heart he knows there is no such thing as peace for humanity.
> the phases of the moon on his back are meant to show a neverending cycle.