The Troublesome Magician!

Mahoiku Kagaiyaki is my brand new oc! you might like him, or you might not! The decision is merely up to you.

Let me know if i should change anything or if there are any mistakes in his character or just bad grammar, i’ll do my best to change it.

BACKSTORY:

From the moment he graced the world with his presence, Mahoiku was treated as nothing less than extraordinary. He was not just a child—he was a spectacle, a treasure, a darling son too precious to be ordinary. Born into a large family of 15 siblings, he should have been just another name in the crowd, another mouth to feed, another shadow in the bustling home.

But he wasn’t.

Mahoiku was Mother’s favorite.

While his siblings learned to share, compromise, and wait their turn, Mahoiku was given the world on a silver platter. His mother doted on him endlessly, indulging his every whim. Did he want the most expensive clothes? He had them. Did he want the best food at the table? It was set before him. Did he want attention? He received it in excess.

When he cried, he was comforted first.

When he spoke, his voice was heard above all others.

When he wanted something, it became his without question.

His father, though less sentimental, found amusement in his son’s confidence and often humored his grandiose ideas. “One day, boy, you’ll buy your own mansion,” his father once said. It was a half-hearted remark, a simple push toward independence—but to Mahoiku, it was a prophecy.

Of course, with this level of constant adoration, he grew into exactly the kind of person one might expect:

Dramatic.

Vain.

Utterly convinced of his own magnificence.

He pranced about the house as though it were already his personal palace, treating his siblings as unimportant extras in the grand performance of his life. He made no effort to get along with them—why should he, when their jealousy was so obvious?

However, his arrogance and selfishness eventually became too much even for his doting parents. His father, exasperated, decided that perhaps it was time for his son to experience the real world.

“You’ll get a job, learn some responsibility,” his father told him one day, firm yet dismissive. “Maybe one day, you’ll even buy your own mansion.”

A job?

At first, Mahoiku was offended. A man of his caliber working like a commoner? Ridiculous! But then—then he had a revelation.

If he were to work, it had to be in a field worthy of his brilliance. Something that would allow him to command attention, to be admired, to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was born to be extraordinary.

Thus, he chose magic.

“Of course! What could be more fitting than a life of grandeur, of mystery, of awe? I shall be the most magnificent magician the world has ever seen!”

He left home with great fanfare, dressed as if he were already a legend, promising that one day he would return triumphant—not as some lowly worker, but as a man of wealth, of influence, of undeniable magnificence.

His siblings? They were thrilled to see him go. Finally, they could breathe, could hope that perhaps, finally, they could win back Mother’s love.

But they would never succeed.

For even in his absence, their mother continued to favor Mahoiku, sending him money, letters, and even extravagant gifts. Whenever they visited home, they were met with portraits of him, stories of his supposed “greatness,” and Mother’s endless longing for his return.

And when Mahoiku wrote back, he would never fail to mention this to them.

“Oh, dear siblings, I do hope you are well! I received Mother’s latest gift—a most extravagant piece, truly stunning. She tells me she misses me terribly! Does she say the same of you? No? What a shame!”

He knows it burns them. He delights in it.