age: 31

father: fire

mother: fire

takahiro: fire

staff // admission's director & professor of business and management

For the longest time, Takahiro knew he didn't belong. The city wasn't his home. The stage wasn't his calling. He was brought up human until he was twenty one: it's only been 10 years since he knew he was a wolf. 

His foster parents were known as guardians, beings who knew of wolf lineage but kept oaths to protect the wolves. They didn't know for sure that Takahiro was a wolf until he was 18: experiencing one of his first heats as an irrate, brash young teen. Mood swings went from bouts of crying to the angriest silence they've ever experienced. He was no less a hand full. When it happened twice more, they both knew it was time to tell Takahiro of his legacy. 

After finishing high school, Takahiro knew education didn't feel right, or so he thought. Something within felt caged, as though his chest felt constricted: his heart felt like it was in the wrong place, and he ventured out. His knack for singing landed him a place in a band - somewhat-established in the locale - as the singer, and it was a long, less beaten path. Brash decisions littered the way: women, drugs, alcohol, and his numerous tattoos. Three years, until he learned he was a wolf, Takahiro stuck with singing, and just on the cusp of fame, he chose to leave. The band was well on their way with or without him: but he knew he needed to find more about this identity hidden within him. 

He picked up a book about werewolves, one of the first his foster parents had compiled, and began reading. He tore through the material so fast, he had to read it again to fully unpack what it meant to be a werewolf. He didn't accept the news well, mind you. He threw a tantrum, he was skeptical to his bones, but something in him wanted and coaxed him into believing it. His wolf manifested itself in Takahiro's natural transition from feral to tame, now that he had come to terms with the fact that he was different. 

Years later, years filled with attending Azrael prep, learning, gaining experience, and hunting down his roots, Takahiro rose to the title of Admission's Director through the marvels of self-restraint and determination. Through his trials and errors in the human world as an entrepeneur and having had an interest in the business aspect of his ventures, Takahiro soon also rose to become a graduate professor trying to land tenure at Azrael prep.

Both of Takahiro's birth parents were fire affinity. Soul mates and valiant fighters against the fall of Azrael prep because they were the original guardians, the first few gate keepers of the school when positions opened up to the upperclassmen students. They met in, fell in love at, and fought for Azrael prep. They perished in the attacks but not without saving their little baby boy, and bringing him to his foster parents: guardians that had taken the oath and sworn allegiance to his parents.

Takahiro only knows deepn within that he is a fire affinity because he's always warm and by the way he simply feels at peace when he's sitting by his fireplace in the late nights, pondering life and its miracles. He's a typically stoic fellow, with a knack for letting his thoughts slip through as biting quips or mild insults. He's a tough cookie, hardened by sadness and regrets and discipline; a myriad of his desires stem from wanting to further explore his werewlf background but his wolf form hasn't yet taken hold. He has not unlocked his full potential at all. 

He does know how to manipulate fire, and he has built an immunity to flames - he will not burn, not by the fire he manipulates.

Present day Takahiro, better known as Mr. Moriuchi, still adheres to singing as a hobby, and he keeps up with the band now called "One Ok Rock". Their music resonates deeply with him and fuels the fire that continues to burn deep within. He's not sure if he has any siblings and since he could remember, he just always assumed he was alone. 

There are good days and bad ones. On the good days, he can spare a few smiles, a snarky joke, and a chortle. On the bad he's no where to be found. He deals with the most terrible of days on his own without the comfort of a cuddle because he doesn't feel comfortable sharing the vulnerablility with anyone but his parents. Now Takahiro is in his thirties, and he can't just find himself crying to them: he was a director, he needed to get his own life straightened out if he was going to be Azrael prep's youngest director. He doesn't deal too well with stress other than just channeling it into the one constant in his newfound career, paperwork.

Takahiro goes through almost everyday knowing he might not find anymore about himself than he already has but he selfishly wishes he could find more. He hungrily awaits the day that doors open and suddenly, he finds the world his parents are from, and he finds his purpose.