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name: Monoma Neito (western order: Neito Monoma)
age: 20
ethnicity: French and Japanese
height: 176 cm
build: Slim, athletic but not highly toned
hair: Blond, swept across his forehead
eyes: Blue, heavy-lidded and long-lashed

special powers: His quirk, Copy, allows him to absorb around five at once for a span of time around five minutes each, sometimes more or longer depending on their complexity, which he does through physical contact. Quirks that require any form of gathered and stored energy to work will not copy properly, as he cannot copy that secondary ability to store/release the energy.

employment: Pro Hero (Phantom Thief), quirk retraining expert
Using his quirk, Neito copies the quirks of people who can no longer use them the same way post-war due to grievous injury or reduced power from Overhaul's "cure", then develops alternate uses and retrains the person in his new method. His status as a pro hero is largely ceremonial at this point, as the current role of heroes is still very much in flux and lingering trauma from the war has kept him from digging deeply into the system's rebuilding and rebranding efforts.

personality: Drama. Not in the sense of starting it, though he still indulges in some shit-stirring at times, but in the sense of constant high-energy theatricality at all times: his language is always more elaborate than necessary, his gestures overly large, his facial expressions exaggerated. Unlike his younger self, however, Neito's flamboyance doesn't leave behind barbs of irony intended to make everyone question his true message and intent. It really is just his personality at this point, the consequence of his theatre kid youth.

He does still use his larger-than-life routine as a shield, though, simply swapping out his youthful resentments and insecurities with the mountain of trauma left behind from his vital role in the war. Like so many other students of UA who would only have been going into their second year at the time, Neito had to stand at the frontlines with professionals and think at the same manic speed as top-class villains - and he didn't always succeed. Guilt shadows his eyes, exhaustion lines his brow, and sometimes his guard slips to reveal an expression that can only be described as harrowed.

While sometimes overwhelming and even obnoxious, Neito can nonetheless be pleasant company to anyone who can keep up with him. Rarely does he seek out any connection more profound than pleasant company, though his good looks net him a steady supply of casual encounters to satisfy his more physical appetites.