A foul-mouthed contrarian, eager to prove anything and anyone wrong about everything. Also, a genetic descendant of Baphomet themselves. God help us all.

Appearance: androgynous (actually intersex and bigender, but that's their own business), skin mottled with vitilego. (In their human guise, anyways. In their true form, it's just plain-old mottled.) Long, hip-length dreadlocks, tied with a large yin-yang patterned bead. Grungy thrifted clothing, refuses to wear a costume out of principle. Also, some sort of goat-like demigod. Keep it on the down-low.

Mitou was... an experiment. A very successful one, actually! Through their complete mastery of The Divine Alchemy, Baphomet created Mitou with nothing but their own trimmed hair, and a hyper-complex series of reactions far too advanced for a mortal to even begin replicating. To their credit, despite creating new life on a literal whim, they treated Mitou like their own child. Potentially, to an extreme. Frankly, Mitou was smothered.

Baphomet is a balancing force. They reconcile opposites, merging extremes into united wholes. Dialectics as an entity - thesis, antithesis, synthesis. Mitou, too, inherited this disposition towards "balance", but in a different way. For matter, there must be void, for heat there must be cold; and for love, hate. And so, there was a growing sense of resentment, and a Mitou that resented that resentment. Baphomet said they understood - "We all need some time to ourselves, dear," "I'll be sure to keep in touch," "I hear Earth's Tropic of Capricorn is lovely this time of year," that kind of thing. Mitou didn't understand how they were feeling, themselves - it almost felt like an insult that Baphomet claimed to.