Mamoru can be an imposing figure. Standing only inches below six feet tall, he towers over most of the crowd in Japan. With a flawless complexion of creamy skin, a face that breaks hearts at first glance and blue eyes that seem to peer into your soul, intimidation could be his middle name. And indeed, to those whom he is unfamiliar with, or those who cross him, this is all one sees of Mamoru: a tall, perfect man with cruel eyes and black hair.

But if you get closer... you’ll find a mischievous quirk of his eyebrows, a dashing smile, a tender glance and welcoming, accepting expression. Ever since Usako came into his life his most common appearance is one of calm happiness or animated teasing.

He pierced his left ear early in his teenage years and occasionally wears either a small silver or golden hoop; another accessory of note is his glasses. Though he needs them to read, he really prefers not to wear them unless absolutely necessary.

Mamoru Chiba is an A-blood type through and through, embodying many of their characteristics so much that he could be a spokesperson for the type: People with the A blood type are very calm and level-headed. They make plans and keep them. They make an ideal of what they should be, and try to stick to that ideal. They are very firm, reliable, and trustworthy, but they can also be very hard-headed. From a distance, Type A people may seem aloof or withdrawn. They try to suppress their own emotions, giving the impression that they are very strong. However, they do have a fragile and nervous side. They try to avoid confrontation, and feel quite uncomfortable around others. They are very polite, but somehow feel that they never fit in... -- The Oracle

To expand upon one specific line in the above, “However, they do have a fragile and nervous side. … feel quite uncomfortable around others … somehow feel that they never fit in”, Mamoru’s reticent nature has a lot to do with his being orphaned at such a young age and living within that orphaned environment for so many years, never quite feeling like he had a home or had someone who loved him; indeed, he often wondered if he was even loveable. Many insecurities stem from those early formative years, including several crises of self; occasionally, wondering who he is and what he is meant for can send him into a depressed state.

Something that the personality typing did not pick up on are Mamoru’s mannerisms. He’s articulate and has excellent manners, treating everyone he meets with the utmost respect. He often reaches out to those in need, helping those who need it without expecting anything in return; his nature is kind and generous. He is very direct when he has a problem, aiding him in his scientific mindset, and, above all else, Mamoru is always sincere.

Mamoru was orphaned on his sixth birthday.
The doctors delivered the news to him after he awoke from his surgery as he lay recovering in his hospital bed from a severe concussion. When they told him of his parents’ deaths, his atypical reaction caused further alarm; shortly thereafter they determined that the damage to his head during the accident had triggered amnesia. As time wore on and he recovered, it became more and more clear that the memory loss would be long term. When it came time to leave the hospital, the doctors and nurses sadly agreed – on that day in early August, Mamoru Chiba lost his parents in more than one way: he would never again see or be with them, nor would he remember anything about them. From friends of the family they retrieved a picture for the young boy to hold on to, to remind him that even though he was alone, it had not always been that way. They hoped it would bolster his spirits, keep him strong and give him a small token of happiness.
Unfortunately, the photo had an opposite effect.

The boy was moved to an inner-city children’s center in Tokyo, a home for children in similar situations. As the Japanese culture is proud, especially of bloodlines and the expectation for children to take care of their elderly parents, the ‘orphanage’ housed several other children; however, many of these children were still tied to their parents, taken out of their familial homes for being abused or due to the parents’ inability to take care of them, but not many that were true, adoptable orphans. Even in Mamoru’s case, though both of his parents were dead, he was unadoptable as they were unsure of any other familial ties of his that may still survive. Tied by invisible bonds, Mamoru was never taken into a true family. He stayed with people who were caretakers in function only – there was no affection there; they fulfilled their responsibilities, but he never felt protected or loved.

School was a miniature oasis for Mamoru: he was intelligent, quick thinking, and athletic. His peers looked up to him for seeming mysterious and studious, as he was oftentimes quiet and stoic, but while he felt more confident in the scholastic atmosphere, this attention and admiration by his peers did nothing to take him out of his shell.
Mamoru chose to leave the orphanage at the earliest age possible – 15. He had just graduated from middle school and had been accepted to the district high school, his excellent grades forcing admissions to see past the stigma of being an orphan, or “throwaway child”, and taking a chance on the boy. But even as he was proud of leaving, he had nowhere to go, no one to turn to; he felt very much alone.
Though contact with an affable teacher from his middle school, Mamoru was able to secure an apartment, and he worked hard during breaks to work up enough money to afford such his place.

At the very beginning of his first year in high school, Mamoru started to notice subtle changes in himself. For instance, minor scrapes and bruises seemed to disappear before they fully formed; overall he found he healed much faster than anyone else. Sometimes he felt like he could almost see other places on Earth… but that second week of his second year really took the cake. He started having a dream – the same dream, over and over again. It was a dream not typical of his norm – there was no darkness, no scream, no overwhelming sense of being alone and unwanted. … it was a voice. A voice calling out to him, a voice filled with love and urgency.
“Endymion!”
At first it was only that name. A name he did not recognize, called faintly, almost as an echo across a vast space. As the weeks went on he gained more information – the girl was calling for him, begging him to find the Legendary Silver Crystal. At first she only asked he find it; but later she told him it would help him recover his memories. Soon all his waking thoughts were turned one direction – to find the Silver Crystal.
He didn’t know where to start, but if it were a crystal he bet that jewelers would know of it.
The first jewelry shop he chose to visit almost turned him away at first sight. He was 17, a student, and obviously not of much money; however, this only served to strengthen his resolve – he would find a way. The first step was attire – and what better way to look rich than to wear a tuxedo?
Thus he became Tuxedo Mask, the supposed thief. Never had he stolen anything – if he did break in (which was not often) it was only to have a quick look around for anything silver… and crystalline. Nothing more. And so it went – Mamoru Chiba by day, studying hard to make the most of his future; Tuxedo Mask by night, haunting the city for the silver crystal as the Princess haunted his dreams.
On one night, when checking out a jewelry store after a surprise sale, he came across a strange sight…
And so he met Sailor Moon.


Within a few weeks things suddenly came into place. Usagi Tsukino, the cute middle schooler he couldn’t keep away from, was the ‘pretty sailor-suited senshi of love and justice’ Sailor Moon. As she found more and more of her guardians it became apparent that they were searching for the same thing – the Legendary Silver Crystal, he for his memories, they for their lost princess. And it appeared they had found their princess in Sailor Venus… until that day at Tokyo Tower.

He had tried to keep her safe. He failed before, but that time he succeeded – in protecting Usako, in finding the princess of his dreams, and in locating the Silver Crystal – but the wounds he sustained were far too great. What he remembers of that night is his victory – that he had saved her for once. There was a bright light, a warm sensation, and suddenly Sailor Moon was the girl from his dreams – he couldn’t be more sure of it. But then the villain returned, and everything went black.

There was a great deal he couldn’t remember from that time forward, up until awakening blind to the world amongst what he felt was a huge and terrible battle. Sailor Moon… he instinctively knew she was there, knew she was frightened, and so, in lieu of her senshi whom he could not sense, he supported her as best he could. He encouraged her, telling her what he knew to be true of her, and lent her his strength. She was using the crystal, he knew, and in the end, they triumphed. Only then could he tell her what he felt for her, but years of dismissal and emotional segregation strained his words, and though he could only tell her that he’d been wanting to hold her for forever, he felt she knew what he meant.

Finally he was whole, as memories of this life and the past rushed forward into his empty mind, filling those years of blank memory with recollections so rich and vivid they were enough to keep him busy for years. Memories of a kingdom, Elysium, of which he was the crowned prince; memories of his parents there, the King and Queen, and of the court; memories of the castle, the gardens, the temples… memories of his best and dearest friends, the Four Heavenly Kings who were both friends and advisors, mentors and comrades… Kunzite, Nephrite, Zoisite, Jadeite… who had sacrificed their gemstone bodies in the battle to stop the holy blade from killing him. And there, sparkling at the end of his previous life, was her. Princess Serenity, sneaking around in his gardens just to catch a glimpse of him, evading her guardians to spend time with him in his world… their midnight walks in the moonlight, their conversations, her kisses…

and then that terrible period wherein Beryl rose to power, convincing even his Shitennou that the Moon Kingdom was spying on the Earth and that we should wage war upon them. He could do nothing to stop her evil, and in the final battle he had died protecting the one he loved most. Serenity... Usako. They had been given a second chance, a new life with both new and old memories to share together. The miracle of their rebirth was incredible, and one that he would be forever thankful for.

It was not too long afterward that their happy lives were interrupted by an unexpected visitor, a pink-haired lonely young lady who also had the name Usagi. Almost immediately Mamoru felt connected and intrigued by the girl, from the strange visions of a crystal palace he received whenever he held her hand, to the all-too-familiar feeling of intense loneliness that surrounded her like a shroud. He took it upon himself to cheer her up and watch out for her – Usako had given him so much love and understanding, and he knew the best thing to do with that gift was to share it with others. He and Chibi-Usa formed a tight bond that eventually led her to share her secrets with him. They discovered who the new enemy, the Black Moon Clan, were, where they came from and what they were after. She revealed why she hunted for the Silver Crystal and Sailor Moon, and he and Usako’s senshi decided to help her, to go into the future to save Crystal Tokyo.

It was odd meeting his future self, but from King Endymion they learned even more about what had happened... besides finding out that he was to marry Usako (hooray!) and they would ascend the throne of Earth and eventually produce an heir… Princess Small Lady Serenity, the pink-haired little girl they had been calling Chibi-Usa. In the future their adventures continued – Usako was kidnapped by the leader of the Black Moon Clan, a group of rebels who had been sent to a faraway planet, Nemesis, in exile, but had returned intent upon gaining control of the Silver Crystal under their ‘advisor’, Wise Man. He saved her, brought her back, only to have Chibi-Usa taken from them and brainwashed. There was a gap in his memory then, too, for a while, but when he came-to Chibi-Usa was back to normal, but their new ally, Sailor Pluto, was dead. In the defeat of the Black Moon Clan, little Chibi-Usa gained the power to transform into a pink version of Sailor Moon, the hold on her aging ceased. They defeated the Black Moon clan and returned to the past with a tearful farewell to his future daughter… only to have her return to them with a note, asking them to train her as the protector of the future.

:Death Busters

:Dead Moon Circus...

They made a tough decision… he would go to Harvard. It was something he had always dreamed about – to be accepted into such a prestigious school and be able to study there, his intellect challenged and his mind growing. It was tough to leave Usagi alone, but it would only be for a year, and they would write to each other all the time. Once he was set up, he would take on part-time-jobs so he could phone her every weekend to catch up… and to hear the sound of her voice. There was only one thing to take care of… a promise ring. He had always intended upon marrying her – she was his world, his exact match – but as he stood he didn’t have the means to support them. She was only sixteen, and he hadn’t properly spoken with her father, so at this moment, all he could do was buy an engagement ring and use it as a placeholder for his promise. When he returned, they would get married.

He gave her the ring when she came to see him off at the airport. She looked like she was going to cry she was so happy… but that was all he could remember before an intense pain overcame him.

After that, he was lost in darkness… until, at last, he reawakened in a bright, shining place where everything seemed to glitter. It was warm and felt safe, comfortable… looking around he saw, to his surprise, Minako. Beyond her, appearing as suddenly as the blonde had, were Rei, Ami, Michiru, Hotaru, Makoto, Setsuna and Haruka. Before anyone could say anything, they received a call for power. It was her. Usako was up there somewhere, asking for their help… and they gave it.

When she appeared some time later, after a warm meeting, they discovered that they were within the Galaxy Cauldron, the birthplace of star seeds and sailor crystals, the place where those seeds and crystals returned when they died. They were given a choice then, to remain here, in the cauldron together in eternal peace, to return to their lives and continue living, or to be reborn. He fully supported Usako’s decision to return. She was absolutely right…

He proposed to her a few years later, and, just as King Endymion said, they were married when Usako turned 22. Crystal Tokyo was built, and they had their daughter, Princess Small Lady Serenity, and it seemed a happy ending…

But when they were in the future, a taboo was broken. Sailor Moon met her future form, Neo-Queen Serenity, and Pluto had warned that it might disrupt the flow of time. They had already witnessed this disruption once – Chibi-Usa told them stories of Sailor Moon’s ‘Ultimate’ form, her Super Sailor Moon incarnation, but when they defeated Nehelenia, Usako turned into Eternal Sailor Moon. That should have been her ultimate form; it should have been the chalice that Chibi-Usa remembered, not the grail; the eternal fuku, not the super. And then there were the outer senshi – Chibi-Usa had no recollection of them, either Uranus, Neptune or Saturn, and while they could have been posted on their respective planets for quite some time, he doubted that they wouldn’t visit within the 900+ years of Chibi-Usa’s existence. Perhaps, in the timeline of Chibi-Usa’s mother, the outer senshi never awakened. Perhaps Beryl was followed with another incarnation of chaos that made them seek the grail, but afterwards their lives had been peaceful up until the Black Moon Clan’s invasion. Or perhaps the future that Chibi-Usa hailed from underwent changes along with Chibi-Usa’s development as the present came across new villains… for he knew now to be on the lookout for the Black Moon clan, and he was sure that they would find a new solution entirely for the exiles as to eliminate the problem before it had a chance to happen.  Time was confusing; if they already knew of the Black Moon clan and did something to advert that happening, Chibi-Usa never would have visited the past, which would create major changes in their own timeline and they wouldn’t remember to stop the Black Moon in the first place. Perhaps it was their destiny to let the Black Moon Clan come… Perhaps he should leave this line of thinking to Sailor Pluto and focus on this life.
Their future had already changed, and so they had no idea what it would hold.

But together, they would face it.

Tuxedo Kamen / Tuxedo Mask’s outfit is self-explanatory. Just as a ‘Sailor’ senshi wears a sailor collar and bows, Tuxedo Mask wears a Tuxedo… and a mask… with the occasional top hat.

His Tuxedo is the classic black and white ensemble: black trousers, shoes, cummerbund and coat with golden buttons; white pleated and wing-tailed shirt with clear buttons, occasionally worn under a white vest. His bow-tie is white, but the accenting collar is a deep red, the same shade as the lining on his long cape. His mask is white and stylized.

The only possible sign of his possession of the Earth star seed and the guardianship of the sun is the star-shaped pendant always present on his person. Whether worn as a charm at his throat or a pendant on his chest, the metallic symbol shows his heritage.

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Mamoru can be an imposing figure. Standing only inches below six feet tall, he towers over most of the crowd. With a flawless complexion of creamy skin, a face that breaks hearts at first glance and blue eyes that seem to peer into your soul, intimidation could be his middle name. And indeed, to those whom he is unfamiliar with, or those who cross him, this is all one sees of Mamoru: a tall, perfect man with cruel eyes and black hair.

But if you get closer... youll find a mischievous quirk of his eyebrows, a dashing smile, a tender glance and welcoming, accepting expression.