"Allow me to give you brief description of myself - is what I'd say if I were a formal corporate suit, who actually gave a damn, and /earned/ a paycheck, but I'm not, and I don't. Look, I don't have a portfolio, or a resume. I. Burn. Buildings. I burn people. I do it for money, I do it for joy, hell I'd do it on a first date if the lucky lady was cute enough. My name is Mokou Karis, and I'm an arsonist. I'm /the/ arsonist."

Name: "Ain't gonna repeat myself."

Age: "1342 ...I'm serious. Hourai Elixir does weird shit to people."

Birth date: "Does it even matter?"

Occupation: "Currently, I burn people who ask questions about things I already talked about."

Residence: "I travel, but you'll probably catch me somewhere in Arizona in the summer."

Sex: "If that's seriously a question, we're about to have a problem."

Sexuality: "Are you kidding? I didn't even /see/ a boy besides my own father until I was like, 200."

Species: "Human, for the most part."

Background: "My life story, huh? Well since I'm not big on dwelling on the past, I'll keep it short. When I was young, I hated being treated like a child, as well as having responsibilities I didn't sign up for. Unfortunately, my family didn't really care, so I ditched them to go it alone, and never turned back. Changed my last name to Karis, and started building a life for myself."

Abilities: "Well besides the fairly obvious fire control, not much. I don't age, which I guess is cool, but I get to watch a lot of people I care about die, and that's not something that's easy to do."

Strengths: "Like, things that I'm good at? Pickin' up women, puttin' 'em down easy. Farming, if you can believe that. Oh, and blastin' holes in the o-zone layer like a aerosol cannon."

Weaknesses: "I like to think I don't have any, besides the swimming thing. I can't swim, hell I can barely stand in the rain and breathe properly. Fire and water, not a good combination, and we all know which one comes out on top, unfortunately."

Personality: "Eh, how the hell is someone supposed to describe their own personality without sounding like a douche?"

Combat ability: "I've picked a few things up over the years, let's say that."

Height: "5' 10"."

Weight: "Nothin' that I'm proud of."

Bust: "...Yeah, no. We just about done here?"

Waistline: "Hey, you got a fucking problem? Get out of here before I burn your house down, with lemons if I have to!"