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hello, hello, here’s the cs thread where you'll be posting (slightly) more detailed sheets of your characters! full character sheets should include:

• name
• role
• age (vaguely between 21-35)
• gender/pronouns
• personality description
• background/history overview

any additional information is entirely optional, and coding is not required. sheets are due october 9th.

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branch leader

kei hino

1/1

Who would’ve dreamed that after training for years to join the highest ranks of government intelligence, you’d end up in charge of such a critical office while still barely making ends meet? The luster of being trusted with top-secret intel has likely been long lost for the branch leader. Still, they're the one in charge of the Troubleshooters branch, and the fate of the city sort of rests in their hands. They do their due diligence to keep the place somewhat under control.

secretary

ikue ando

1/1

Even monster hunters need someone to get the paperwork done! The secretary is rarely the one getting their hands dirty, but those hands are more than cramped from pushing papers. They're given access to all reports of Trouble activity, and are often the one making calls and assignments when the branch leader can't be reached. (And yes, they're still issued a weapon for good measure.)

head researcher

rio miyano

1/1

It's rare for a U.T.C.U. researcher to ever cross paths with field officers. However, this researcher has been pushing for an experimental program involving a certain Changeling specimen, and it's finally been approved under one condition: The researcher must always be present at the branch to oversee the Changeling's behavior. Because of this, they've become an unexpected part of the team.

newbie contractors

nanao hoashi, daiki hasegawa

2/2

Waltzing in for a job interview with no idea of the stakes led to signing contracts and strict NDAs, and now, after only a two week orientation, these two are fighting Troubles. Maybe there's something to be said for the bright-eyed dedication of a new recruit. But, it's just as likely that their only hope of survival will be sticking as close to the older officers as possible.

veteran contractors

xinyi xiao, touji hiromatsu

2/2

It can be fun for the experienced officers to see themselves in the new recruits. Of course, any naivete surrounding the job has to be gone by now for these two. It takes a rare skill to survive in this job for as long as they have; It's a commitment that they really should be getting paid more for.

changeling

shika hanafusa

1/1

Chosen directly by the head researcher, this Changeling is meant to be a model case for an experimental new program: Using weaker Changelings who show near-human qualities to fight other Troubles. This Changeling lives off only blood bags, and has shown no signs of true bloodthirst towards humanity since their capture in the lab. There's no promising that their new coworkers are going to trust that, though.

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理鶯

head researcher...

full name

rio miyano

alias

dr. miyano

age

29

d.o.b.

feb. 3

gender

female (she/her)

sexuality

lesbian

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  death, to a doctor, is but a partner in conversation.

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  The short, blunt cut of Rio's hair is almost purely for convenience; She cuts it herself whenever it starts getting in the way.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build

  
  

  Rio's shoulders are thin, and her frame is surprisingly delicate.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  countenance

  
  

  Rio's features would almost give her the look of a porcelain doll, if she took better care of herself: The circles under her eyes and sly smile she tends to wear ruin any illusion of elegance.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  It's lucky that Rio is prescribed a uniform, since her personal style is atrocious. At work, she wears a lab coat over the suit. Whether her shirt is half-tucked or her tie loose, she always looks slightly unkempt.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Looks can be deceiving. It would be easy, for example, to look at Rio on a particularly good day and see a perfectly pleasant, ordinary woman: The number of men she's scared off after a brief conversation on the train is a testament to that. Far more common is for her fellow U.T.C.U. members to see her approach, tired and disheveled with a murderous grin on her face, and be sure she has it out for them.
  
  Neither is exactly true, of course. Rio's darker interests and inscrutable way of communicating them have always gotten her a bad reputation, but her lack of social skills doesn't change the fact that she's really quite childlike in her obsessions. It becomes clear to anyone who actually sits and listens to her for a while: Her grim smile only betrays utter excitement.
  
  Rio always seems to be a bit off, and she rarely clocks the emotions of those around her, which likely contributes to her reputation. Still, she's more than happy to assist anyone who dares to ask, and she'll talk off the ear of anyone who lets her. She's very eager to get to know other U.T.C.U. staff members, and her reasoning is far from sinister. Compared to the rest of her colleagues, she borders on naive in the joy she has for her work. After all, one could say, only a naive idiot would be willing to show as much trust for a Changeling as she has.
  
  Her knowledge on the subject makes up for it, and it leaves her useful enough to keep around, despite everything.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  virtues

  
  

  curious, passionate, reliable

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  tactless, single-minded, somewhat gullible

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  ghost stories
  daifuku mochi
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  summer weather
  mascots
  crowded malls
  most exercise
  green peppers
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  "...shouldn't mess with her. She's been freaky since we were little. I heard she was born on Setsubun... I bet she's a demon in disguise..."
  
  As a child, Rio was used to whispering.
  
  Bullying was too simple a term. It implied a one-way street, but Rio's reputation started with her, without a doubt. She scared her peers with ghost stories, snuck bugs into their pockets to supposedly ward off danger, spent playtime drawing circles in the dirt and claiming it'd summon a spirit: To her, that was fun at its purest.
  
  To them, it was torture, and so Rio spent most of her school years alone, only overhearing the occasional whispers. It wasn't something she especially minded. There was one saving grace she had, enough to make her education bearable.
  
  "...brilliant. Any school would want her, with grades like these. All she needs is direction..."
  
  Her teachers sang the usual praises at meetings, warned her parents of the usual deficits, and all was balanced. As she was, Rio could've turned herself around like most odd kids did, picked a respectable field, and gone on to live a lucrative, unremarkable life.
  
  It was a stray medical textbook that changed her fate. She stumbled onto it in her middle school library by accident. It was old enough to have yellowed pages, almost certainly outdated in its material. But the diagrams, unlike every sterile and simplified illustration she'd been shown in her classes, showed the human body in all its grimy details: Stripped of skin, full of muscles and blood vessels and bones she didn't even know she had. It hardly looked human. It was, like everything Rio was drawn to, a morbid fascination.
  
  For the first time, she'd found that direction which every teacher lamented her need of, in an area she could study with her whole heart. Her parents were ecstatic, and they spared no resource for her to continue her studies. Her obsession only grew with time, and it was no surprise when she pursued a medical degree in university. Had she continued like this, Rio would've become a practicing doctor or forensic pathologist, and still, her life would've been mostly unremarkable.
  
  But if it was her blooming interest in the human body that changed her fate, it was the letter she received upon graduation that sealed it.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  There was no way for Rio to know what a careful eye was kept on her and her peers. Unbeknownst to them, the U.T.C.U. had information on each and every prospective med school grad, always keeping watch for employment candidates.
  
  What made Rio stand out wasn't high grades or brilliant thinking—among her peers, she wasn't remarkable in that regard these days. No, what made her different from the rest was the strange passion she had for the field. Not a desire to save lives, nor a clinical interest in biology, but a childlike enthusiasm for dissection and human research. Rio was still the creep of the class, and her odd behavior was noted by both professors and peers.
  
  It was a passion deemed easily exploitable, enough that she'd be willing to turn down a much higher pay doing a much simpler job to instead join the U.T.C.U. research facility. And they were right; Rio took the recruitment offer without much thought. The vague wording of the letter made it seem like a mundane experimental laboratory, but it still sounded far more interesting than being a family doctor. Rio would take what she could get. She had stopped believing in monsters years ago.
  
  Evidently, she was wrong to do so.
  
  Her whirlwind orientation to the U.T.C.U. research laboratory appeased all childhood desires. It was so much better than those childhood dreams, though: Not only were the Troubles real and right before her eyes, but they were there to be studied. Any question Rio had would be answered through her own work. She couldn't think of a better gift.
  
  Like all her morbid curiosities, Rio threw herself into the work as much as she could. In some ways, she was everything the U.T.C.U. could've desired in an employee. She never complained about her wage, always followed orders with perfect precision, worked overtime and rarely took days off. Sleeping in the office wasn't rare for Rio. She rose through the ranks quickly, and like any dream employee, she asked for nothing in return.
  
  But some things were too good to be true. Rio's tenacity extended to areas that the U.T.C.U. didn't want her poking her nose in. She was fascinated by Changelings, and found herself even more interested in captured specimen than the cadavers she usually dissected. But those in captivity began to feel like wasted resources, especially when she became familiar with them. Why not further study their behavior, outside the confines of the lab? Utilizing Changelings for human needs was unheard of, but what pushed innovation if not the unthinkable?
  
  Her superiors grew tired of the tangent quickly, but she repeated it all the same, no matter how many times it was shot down. Her plan was revised, and revised, and revised, and eventually, it seemed easier just to accept it. To her superiors, it was likely that the Changeling would go rogue, and just as likely that it would take Rio down with it. There were whispers that this was all an excuse to get rid of her and make room for a fresh upstart with less lofty aspirations.
  
  Of course, Rio was used to whispering, and it'd never bothered her before.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  + rio never bothered to learn how to cook, and she practically lives off cup noodles and microwavable meals
  + still more superstitious than most, and she's very careful about certain traditions surrounding luck. lives by her new year's fortune
  + her apartment is straight out of r/malelivingspace, someone get this girl a potted plant or something
  + it's easy to forget she was originally studying to be a doctor since her interests have strayed so much, but also because rio gives the most godawful medical advice in the world and should not be listened to on human matters
  + in the extreme minority of people who work at the utcu for the love of it and doesn't fully get why everyone else isn't as excited by it as she is

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[ERode]

Hanafusa Shika
The Changeling
"She/Her" | "17 y/o" | "5'3"
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Humanity, she is without.

The Changeling currently possessing Shika places an emphasis on entertainment, without fully understanding what that is. She is enthusiastic and whimsical, in the way that only a non-human could be. Without possessing everything that humans are troubled with, the purity of her character can be distilled into a desire to participate without being able to understand. She is ascendant, desiring to fall into the mud. She is the wolf, seeking to join the flock. She is tired, bearing centuries of memories that have diluted into fragments of emotions and dreams, traumas that scald the flesh beneath the skin and have long stopped affected the brain. She seeks revitalization, knowing that it cannot be wrested from the blood that flows so freely through the kin of those who swore to destroy her.

In her own way, Shika is genuine in her efforts to be helpful to humanity, in order to pull herself closer and closer to the civilization that she's so intrigued by. But she is ancient and amoral. It matters not to her if her efforts now fail, if everyone she knew in this era met an ignoble end. She is immortal, her source of food in near-endless supply, and her natural enemy will show mercy so long as supplicates them appropriately. There's no need to rush it, no need to regret it. All she had to do was enjoy herself.

All she had to do was to find something to prefer over blood.

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A sprout, born in blood.

A sprout, eaten by a child.

A child, worshiped as a god.

A god, laid low by the tanegashima.

A sprout once more.

A merchant's son, watching as eras change, as national identity lost.

A beggar on the roadside, whispering half-forgotten mantras as the skies filled with smog.

A politician grand-standing, parroting the vitriol of the emperor.

A grandfather, staring into the eye of a nuclear blast.

A sprout once more.

A corpse out of a shallow grave.

A musician amongst drunks and whores.

A dragon upon a sky-scraping peak.

An orphan in a piss-soaked cradle.

A student.

Pale skinned, pale-haired. Memories flickering, thoughts scattering. Resignation on the mind, blooming into a surprise that her life had yet to end, even as her thoughts were disconnected from her flesh. Something within her body tugged at dirt-stained, blood-stained clothes, fingers twitching with a fascination at the fabric. Mouth opening, probing, tongue sliding over perfect teeth. Tapping the head now, feeling the chunks of hair and scalp and skull that had been lost, now regrowing, regrowing, regrowing, and full.

Body turned in the gloom, towards a sound of (un)familiar horror and disbelief. Senses functioned well. The world was as it had always been. Eyes settled upon the other, a sheep wearing a wolf's mask, fangs and claws replaced by a baseball bat.

Her own thoughts, yet belonging to another, sounded within her mind.

What do you want to do?

And, to her delight, she found she could answer.

...

Two months later, her mind faded into null, leaving no wishes unfulfilled, no regrets left unresolved.

Leaving her body to the sprout that had bloomed within.

 

[mizton]

secretary.

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  andô ikue

  
  
  

  
  

  twenty-four

  
  
  

  
  

  1998 nov 11

  
  
  

  
  

  female

  
  
  

  
  

  tokyo, jpn

  
  
  

  
  

  bisexual

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  height

  eyes

  
  

  163cm (5'4")

  blue

  
  
  

  blood type

  hair

  
  

  a+

  black

  
  
  

  style

  
  Button-ups, pencil skirts, & kitten heels.
  
  Out of everyone in the office, Ikue might be the best dressed or most likely to generally look after her appearance, which isn't saying much. She's fashionable enough to have kept friends from undergrad off her back, but only to that degree.
  
  Made the mistake of wearing light colors her first couple of weeks on the job & has since mended this error after the dry cleaning bills that ensued. Clean-cut & modern in all aspects aside from her work bag & lanyard which are both jingle from countless chain & beaded accessories from the boutiques she visits on off-days.
  
  Caught outside of work, she typically elects for a preppy, girlish aesthetic. Of course, these days, work hardly gives her time to herself; if she ever is caught outside of the office, it's likely in a hoodie & gym shorts.
  
  Likes to crop her hair just a little past the nape of her neck. Her uneven bangs are the result of an impulsive trim after her accidental transfer, then half-refined by trial & error. Infrequently will tie what little hair she has up, making a little paintbrush at the back of her head.
  
  

  build

  
  Was in the best shape at the height of her orientation & subsequent days as a contractor. Has since lost some definition in her recent assignment as secretary.
  
  

  body mods

  
  Minimally scarred knees & shins from taking a few too many falls as a new contractor.
  
  

  habits

  
  When everyone's out of the office, she likes to keep herself company by talking out loud. Works only when in the presence of others; caught alone, she's not above wasting time on her phone. In her defense, most of her work's done within the first hour of her shift; the rest is spent just trying to look busy.
  
  

  credit

  
  @FqVrw6 on twitter ; gendou-san
  

  
  
  
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  Ikue is the type to take care of those around her.
  
  Her prime motivation in life is to avoid inconveniencing others. Equally, she's not one to disrespect herself; she pushes herself to the degree she's expected to & stops there. In the early morning, she's a diligent worker (who tends to finish her work a few hours into her shift) & toward the afternoon, because she's paid hourly, she's miserably passing the time or scrolling through their online database.
  
  As a coworker, she's one to pull out a snack midday & offer some to whoever she's with. In this regard, she could be perceived as kind, but she's not particularly nice about it. In speech, she's extremely to-the-point & tends to not entertain any attempts at humor.
  After her accidental assignment, she's grown rather comfortable with the office's small group of employees; she's not above treating elders as equals, senior only in address. A natural in working people, Ikue knows exactly when to flatter & when to humble in order to get her way. Generally mindful of maintaining her good social perception & tends to volunteer herself for daily office errands, like picking up coffee or last-minute supplies. As a result, Ikue's garnered a reputation that precedes herself outside of the office. In moments like those, she likes to pretend she's a regular worker.
  
  Caught in a moment to herself, she can be seen with a pensive look about her, as though something were troubling her. The contemplative type, always thinking of the day ahead or mistakes made yesterday.
  
  In reality, she holds a small sliver of resentment towards her circumstance. Initially, she felt so swept up with her training that she never gave herself the chance to really take in the gravity of her situation. Now, months later, it's truly begun to set in that she'll never have a normal life.
  
  While she was a bit friendlier in undergrad, she's always been this way: too reserved unless she forces herself otherwise. Ikue keeps others at arms' length almost comically. There was once a new contractor who tried to invite her out to a bar after work & she famously told them she was allergic to beer. She is not.
  
  At the same time, her nature grounds her. Her habit of looking over the other, more ill-adjusted employees has landed her the unofficial title of "office mom." While definitely one-sided, this feeling of being needed has helped her regain a sense of normalcy.
  
  

  
  

  traits

  
  

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  observant. reliable. mild.
  
  

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  flippant. ruminant. cowardly.
  
  
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  Ikue was always a quiet girl.
  
  Not mysterious by any means, but never the type to go out of her way for others. If approached, her normal responses did seem to relieve her classmates.
  
  In middle school, she was known as a little track star; an impossibly lanky girl with the most uncanny ability to fly past any boy in her grade. In terms of sociability, this is what saved her; everyone liked a kid who was good at something.
  Her parents, though, both in psychiatry, thought otherwise. Ikue was expected to focus on her studies, for which she held no ambition. For her parents' sake though, she'd find some; as their only daughter, there wasn't much choice.
  
  The thing was: Ikue wasn't... academically gifted. Her endeavor towards a good senior high left her without free time & especially without any to dedicate toward track.
  When she did make it to her top pick, she also of course tried out for their running team; that was her silent compromise to herself. By the end of her first year, though, it went without saying that she'd have to choose between her academics & the team.
  
  Without a club, Ikue was still the type where it was easy to fall into a sort of social limbo. After school, she'd idle around the track with her notebook in hand, pretending to study, & watch her old friends run. Before practice was over, she'd be on her way, idling around town before going home.
  
  By the time her third year came around, without noticing, Ikue had been left behind.
  
  She'd completely drowned herself in her studies & got into a university her parents were ecstatic about. It was only when they gave her a new phone as a graduation gift that Ikue saw: in setting up her contacts, she realized the only current contacts she needed were of her mom & dad.
  
  The last time her old phone's address book was updated must've been in her first year.
  
  

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  As a lonely girl away from home, Ikue made it a respectable one month before falling victim to nightlife; particularly, to a flighty criminology major in her econ class. Whether she was always the follower type or if this other girl was especially magnetic, Ikue never figured it out.
  
  In the first week of classes, she'd been peer-pressured into joining a study group. They'd meet at the library during the week & go out on the weekends, after big quizzes & assignments. To the degree that—to this day—Ikue can nurse vodka the way one might water. It was at their second outing, when Ikue was debating leaving the chat, that she found herself nursing a vomiting classmate & taking her home.
  
  Thinking back, it's possible the signs were always there. Even if they were, Ikue wouldn't have heeded them. Put simply: when Ikue fell, she did so blindly—concerningly so. To the point where, a semester away from graduating, Ikue was completely blindsided by their break-up.
  
  "Isn't it time we stop fooling around?"
  
  Ikue was never the unserious type, but she obliged: "Right."
  
  To this day, she hasn't come across her again. Her social media says she works in Tokyo, but... no matter how often Ikue goes on errand runs in the city, she hasn't seen her in nearly three years.
  
  

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  In the matter of a week, any hopes of a regular life was robbed right from under her.
  
  Well, alright, as normal a life as someone like her could have. She knew somewhat of what she was getting into, studying criminology in undergrad. However, nothing could have prepared her for the reality of nightmares coming to life.
  
  Originally, Ikue was approved to work as an administrative assistant within a criminal investigation division of the government after graduating. Her employment with the U.T.C.U. was a complete accident. When her first day of her admin job came around, she mistakenly received the directions to a recently relocated U.T.C.U building.
  She can't help but feel a misplaced resentment for the division. If she'd never showed up for her first day. If she'd just caught the placard at the door. If she'd confirmed the directions that morning... She'd never know the appearance of troubles; monsters would've stayed a figment of her imagination.
  
  Her knowledge of the division forbade her from working elsewhere without excessive surveillance, her attempts at being transferred told her. The only way out of the U.T.C.U was either desertion or in a body bag.
  
  As a result, her training as a contractor left her with a death wish. Every mission was an opportunity to be relieved of this hell she'd found herself in. Her headfirst method earned herself a reputation of being fearless on the field; one that follows her to this day.
  
  Ikue's since mellowed out, finding routine in her position as secretary; her suicidal ideation's since been tempered, leaving in its place a fear of death.
  
  
  
  
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  links

  
  playlist: secretary // TROUBLESHOOTING . . .
  
  inspo board: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢.
  
  

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  — Her name tends to be misread as Fumie. She won't correct it.
  
  — Loves eating at her desk. When approaching her, there's a good chance she'll be caught chewing on some snack or an early lunch.
  
  — Unique ability of scaring away animals. Even her own cat doesn't like her.
  
  — Watches soothing, relaxing content online to wind down after a heavy day. There's nothing like watching a little dog have a spa day.
  
  — She brings leftovers to the office.
  
  — In speech, it's definitely apparent she was born & raised in Tokyo. Uses a bit too much slang & speaks a bit too fast. Additionally, she has that city curtness about her.
  
  — She is the office's party planning committee. Has a habit of trying to get the office to do dumb things. Has a corkboard by her desk with "Question of the Day" cards or "Upcoming Dates," like birthdays or holidays. In another life, she would've made a good homeroom teacher.
  
  — Not the type to shy away from being asked for advice. She's by no means a dating expert, but will become one for the sake of giving a proper response if ever asked for relationship advice.
  
  — Always on the cutting edge of trends. Spends a little too much time on social media.
  
  

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  mornings. running errands. being office "mom."
  
  

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  missions. troubles. confrontation.
  
  

  relationships

  
  DAIKI —
  
  KEI —
  
  NANA —
  
  RIO —
  
  SHIKA —
  
  TOUJI —
  
  XINYI —
  
  

  equipment

  
  A standard issue pistol. Her days as a field officer were short-lived, so she never got around to applying for a special weapon. If she did, maybe she would've picked something that suited her speed; she always liked the idea of having a cute, little SMG.
  
  

  brief overview

  
  A newbie contractor only recently reassigned to her current secretary position. Veteran contractors may remember the circumstances in which the old secretary was relieved, but Ikue's never bothered in asking. The girl takes to the role as though she's been in it for years & stuns her colleagues when her newness shows, like when she asks where the staples are.
  
  Ikue's assignment to the U.T.C.U. was a complete accident, as she was originally approved to work as an administrative assistant within a criminal investigation division of the government. When her first day came around, she instead mistakenly received the directions of the recently relocated U.T.C.U. When she showed up, all bright-eyed & eager for her new desk job, she was mistaken as a new contractor & underwent a hasty orientation that left her utterly confused. Though she desperately tried to appeal her transfer, she accepted her fate when she eventually heard word of her original position having been filled. She was doomed to troubleshoot.
  
  Top of her class back in school, she felt a little overqualified to be a field dog for this hell division. She took to the field well-enough, but by no means working to strengths she'd studied so hard for. When the secretary position opened up, she didn't even leave the branch leader an option; she just handed them their next mission debrief one day, along with her promotion request in writing. Without hiring externally, there weren't many troubleshooters who'd relegate themselves to a life of pencil pushing.
  
  As a contractor, she was never the most athletic or disciplined when it came to trouble hunting. Talking was always her strong suit; her strengths tended to lie behind the scenes in her memory or administrative tendencies.
  
  In personality, she's a complete, unwavering hardass. Her demeanor belongs to that of a battle-hardened woman in her 40s. After her accidental assignment, she's grown rather comfortable with the office's small group of employees; she's not above treating elders as equals, senior only in address. A natural in working people, Ikue knows exactly when to flatter & when to humble in order to get her way. Though, worry not, her "getting her way" tends to be inoffensive requests, like getting approval in placing orders for cuter office supplies.
  
  If she were the malicious type, her cunning might raise some flags but luckily she's just looking for a cushy office job to get her parents off her back. & fund her reckless spending.
  
  

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I never knew my killer, would be coming from within.

florence + the machine

newbie contractor

nanao hoashi.

full name

nanao hoashi

nicknames

as a child she rarely introduced herself as nanao, always going by nana

age

22

gender

female

d.o.b.

april 21st

role

newbie contractor

sexuality

demi romantic/sexual

KING

florence + the machine

01.

visage

height

5'6"

weight

123Lbs

hair c.

naturally red, rust

eye c.

a light, orangey brown

faceclaim

makima

02.

psyche

Right now .....

Most of Nana’s personality is rather surface-level. Polite, helpful, empathetic. Busy, evasive, distracted. It doesn’t matter which trait surfaces, it can all feel a little… forced. The silence around her past is deafening. Personal questions seem to fall on equally deaf ears. Nanao has grown comfortable in this outer shell. Interpersonal relationships seem impossible to maintain after the scene she caused prior to her arrival, so despite this overtly pleasing exterior Nana tends to spend a lot of time alone, completing seemingly meaningless tasks to keep busy.

Nanao acts as if she is an actress, prepping for her role. She puts on an elaborate show, not only for those around her, but for herself. Each trait is perfectly tweaked to please her audience. It’s always been this way. Every thought and feeling that could be perceived as negative is pushed down and away until she can no longer contain it. Until every ounce of hurt and anger erupts in fits of fury.

These eruptions are a big reason the U.T.C.U found it fit to hire her. Her outbursts got things done and saved her life. While ideally, she would learn to control her emotional releases and use them to her benefit, Nana still has a ways to go before she can become a fully reliable member of this team. During her training they would induce these unwelcome feelings, attempting to help her channel it into her fighting. The results were reckless and messy, and it was clear that if they let her, she would fight until every bone in her body shattered, every muscle tore. The personality flip was a bit unnerving for onlookers, from friendly to a beast of her own making; emotionless, careless, crass. After each fight she’d become a shell, quiet and hollow. But the next thing you know she’s back, as if none of it had ever happened.

In the past .....

Nana has always been extremely dedicated and hardworking. Every task she started would get completed, and every goal she had was met. Nothing was ever left unfinished. In school, this gained her a lot of positive attention and praise from teachers, praise which Nana eventually grew dependent on and now craves from the superiors in her life. This shift in the reason behind her dedication eventually became somewhat problematic. Nanas dedication slowly turned into obsession. Everything had to be done perfectly, it had to please everyone. Everything she did from getting straight A's in school to going to law school was done to her own detriment. Stress and anxiety consumed much of Nanas life and ate away at her mental health. Although like her parents, most people couldn't see this side of sweet, gentle Nanao.

All of her life Nanao has been on the quieter side—overtly helpful and kind, yet still reserved and delicate. Most people saw her as a wonderfully simple and easy child, and she was. Masking her faults behind the veil of simplicity was relatively easy. Teachers had a sweet, hardworking student. The other children had a loving friend with listening ears. Every ounce of effort she put into the betterment and overall approval of others. Any part of herself that others found uncomfortable or displeasing was thus hidden away. This ability to separate her personal feelings from her societally presentable self got Nanao incredibly far in life. However, internal compartmentalization does come with its own challenges that impacted Nanao quite severely as she got older.

In her late teens, Nanao started to see the repercussions of bottling up significant parts of herself. There would be days in which, after significant time socializing, Nana would go home just to scream. Anger, sadness, everything she worked so hard to hide would wash over her. She would break vases and picture frames, punch the wall until her fists bled. These outbursts frightened and appalled her. Afterward, she would feel shame and regret. Why was she feeling these feelings? Who was the girl who screamed, and hit, and cried herself to sleep?

And finally ...

Nanao faces an endless cycle of pain, regret, and internalization. Her only hope is to reconcile with this new self, lest she lose herself completely.

hcs

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virtues

kind , empathetic , helpful , perceptive , polite

vices

busy , evasive , secretive , anxious , insecure, timid

strengths

fantastic liar , quick learner , can easily tell how someone is feeling , embroidery , sewing , people-reading

weaknesses

not a great communicator , overly helpful (to her own detriment) , severe anxiety , struggles with true intimacy , cooking

fears

being alone (forever) , losing herself , watching more people she cares for die , the dark , weakness

03.

history

“I heard she was found in an alleyway,” a man, tall and dark, whispered, leaning into his coworker's ear. “She was covered in blood, just surrounded by those damned cockroaches.”

A shudder ran through them both, as if chilled by an internal gust of wind. “They were dead, but she just kept screaming and slashing… Bill said they had to sedate her, couldn’t get her to calm down.”

The woman shook her head, elbowing her gossip of a coworker in the ribs as the new contractor finally passed by. “Leave the girl alone won’t you?” She said lowly, “Those bodies they found there, she knew them. I think…”

“I think they were her parents.”
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ALLEYWAY INCIDENT HERE
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Time and training has taken its toll on Nana. Her ability to control her emotional switch has increased greatly. Intensive therapy at the hand of the U.T.C.U gave her the skills to trigger and suppress the flip. While there is still room for growth, this has given Nana a little room to breathe. Day-to-day emotions have become easy to manage. Little frustrations and upsets no longer make her feel the bubbling rage they previously had. Bits and pieces of Nana’s old self have begun to feel natural again. Constant fear and anger has been largely replaced by peace and normalcy. Most of this success can be attributed to the U.T.C.U’s… creative techniques which weren't without their own psychological side effects.

Most of Nana’s past is a bit of a blur to her now. In the process of coping with what had happened to her, Nanao seemed to have blocked out the entirety of her past. Fortunately it wasn’t in the way of forgetting herself entirely, but faces, names, small details have seemed to blur out in her brain. Every memory feels distant and unreal to her. Attempting to remember something specific is impossible and frankly almost painful.

This furthered her crisis at the time, triggering long periods of emotional blockage. Days and weeks could pass when no one could get close to her. Questions and requests would cause screaming, crying, and then nothing. It was about two months before any real progress was made.

MAYBE MORE DETAILS HERE?

It took a long time before Nanao was able to, nearly seamlessly, trigger her own emotional block. While it seemed impossible to completely suppress one during extreme emotional distress, she no longer needed to be in this state to give up her humanity. Professionals from the U.T.C.U informed her that it was crucial she was able to do this before she was put in the field. It was explained to her that the risk of going into a fight without this block was risky. It was impossible to know how her psyche would respond to further trauma and duress. So, to protect her mind Nana had to gain control. She had to use this lack of humanity to her benefit. She was dedicated to her training and therapy, becoming a model trainee and a very cooperative patient.

Coming out of a shutdown is a process. While it varies, it usually takes her a few hours to let all the emotions back in. Usually, she will experience an intense rush of emotions, sometimes sadness, anger, joy, or fear. For this period of time, she is a mess. Nana likes to spend this time alone so that when she comes back around later she can settle into the illusion that nothing happened. That she is in total control.

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xinyi.

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  xiao xinyi

  
  
  

  
  

  twenty-eight

  
  
  

  
  

  veteran

  
  
  

  
  

  contractor

  
  
  

  
  

  december 29

  
  
  

  
  

  female

  
  
  

  
  

  hangzhou, cn

  
  
  

  
  

  lesbian

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  height

  weight

  
  

  5'11" (181 cm)

  156 lbs

  
  
  

  blood type

  star sign

  
  

  o-

  capricorn

  
  
  

  hair

  
  when left loose, straight, silvery white locks of hair cascade down xinyi's shoulders, ending roughly at her mid-chest. however, it's quite rare other people see her hair in such a way, as xinyi most often prefers to keep it tied back in a low ponytail. face-framing bangs are cut around her head and often partially conceal the right half of her face. typically, she has little care to tuck the hair away.
  
  

  eyes

  
  undoubtedly the most interesting of xinyi’s appearance is her eyes… or rather, eye. following a debilitating injury, xinyi had her right eye enucleated and now covers the empty socket with a black eyepatch. she switches between two materials — one black lace, the other black cloth. her left eye is the one left unscathed. her eyes are a dark, steely gray color almost akin to black. they seem to hold a forlorn gaze most of the time.
  
  

  body type

  
  it goes without question that xinyi is quite tall in comparison to the average woman. at a height of 5’11”, she towers over most other women and even some shorter men. considering how many years she has spent working as a troubleshooter, her career has lended her an athletic build. she has a lean body type with most of her muscle definition residing in her arms, which are visibly toned.
  
  

  body mods

  
  any modifications that xinyi possesses are minimal. on each ear, she has standard lobe piercings and a helix piercing. although she has always wanted to get more, she doesn't necessarily feel the need to actively acquire more piercings.
  
  

  body style

  
  considering xinyi practically dedicates her life to working, most people haven't seen her outside of her mandatory black suit. however, those granted the privilege of seeing her in a casual setting will find that her style is akin to formal wear or even urban wear depending on her mood. her dressing style is a bit more masculine than not, but she doesn't hate particularly feminine styles either.
  
  

  face claim

  
  quanxi.
  

  
  
  
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  personality

  
  
  

  introvert

  observant

  
  

  90%

  95%

  
  
  

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  judging

  
  

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  80%

  
  
  

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  assertive

  
  

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  90%

  
  
  xinyi has always been a woman of few words and remarkably even less expressions, whether it be verbal or otherwise. colleagues who have worked alongside her for years would struggle to recall a time they've seen xinyi so much as smile or laugh, and rarest of all is cry. to the untrained eye, xinyi passes as someone who is painfully aloof, perhaps even robotic. despite being far from shy, xinyi prefers remaining silent unless prompted to converse and the times she chooses to speak, her manner of speech is direct yet blunt. if there was something wished to be known, one would have to actively attempt to pry the information out of xinyi, and even then there's no promise she'll utter a thing. but eyes truly are the window to the soul, and xinyi's say everything.
  
  those who have grown accustomed to her company have trained their eyes to recognizing the subtleties of xinyi's expression. she does not express in the way a person smiles or laughs, but through the slightest raise of a brow, a softening gaze, a change in vocal inflection, a look lingering for a few seconds too long. what people assume is xinyi's failure to feel is rather a failure to particularly articulate her emotions. she feels, and what she feels is always incredibly strong despite how internalized it may be. one such feeling is compassion, a trait that underlines a plethora of her mannerisms to her benefit and equally her detriment.
  
  the majority are shocked to find a woman who seems so apathetic going out of her way to express that she cares. in some way, the majority are justified. xinyi doesn't care about many things. she doesn't care about herself. but she certainly does care about other people. all her life, xinyi has found purpose in taking care of other people. xinyi will put herself in uncomfortable situations if it puts someone else at ease. she will work herself to the bone if it's for the sake of other people. she will expend her own time and energy into looking out for others without expecting a thing in return. never does she care for anything in return. it is easy to say she is selfless to a fault.
  
  xinyi's selflessness has distorted her own perception of life. she struggles to simply be instead of existing for other people. xinyi believes that her life is meaningless beyond her dedication to other people, thus hardly making her prioritize herself. if questioned, she could tell several things about another person, but struggles to answer simple questions about herself. what does she like? what are her hobbies? she doesn't really know, and for a very long time, xinyi didn't have the time to find out. but as of lately, xinyi has become self-aware of her poor sense of identity and has been on a reluctant yet curious journey to turn a new leaf. she's learning how to be selfish. she's learning how to just be without the necessity of purpose. and maybe, for the first time in a while, she can say she feels happier.
  
  

  
  

  traits

  
  

  positive

  
  appreciative. attentive. calm. compassionate. dependable. determined. empathetic. hardworking. independent. observant. protective. resourceful. respectful. selfless.
  
  

  negative

  
  aloof. asocial. blunt. cynical. evasive. melancholic. nihilistic. pessimistic. phlegmatic. secretive. self-sacrificial. skeptical. withdrawn. workaholic.
  
  
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  the beggining...

  
  

  one typical, albeit audacious question xinyi has come across due to her background is the question of whether she feels unwanted. to this, xinyi would say “no” purely because she never understood what it felt like to be wanted either — how could she properly answer? abandoned shortly after her birth and grasped into the safety of a hangzhou orphanage, xinyi never had the consciousness to decipher who her parents were or why they left. she grew up around kids who had a variety of reasons explaining their permanence at the orphanage: their parents dying of mysterious forces, a lack of money, abuse… in xinyi’s case, it is most likely she is among the group of infant girls deserted because of china’s one-child policy. and if the policy wasn’t already lowering her odds of adoption, then her reputation certainly did.
  
  xinyi was always known for being a very quiet kid, and if not quiet, the slightest troublesome. in the underfunded orphanage, having more children than there were staff enabled rather rambunctious behavior. it truly didn’t help that the environment itself was poor — there was little food to distribute, questionable education, and minimal attention directed between every child. without any watchful eyes, kids often stole from each other, teased another, even harassed the unlucky ones. perhaps xinyi’s silence was recognized as weakness, as she was often picked on by other kids, yet she didn’t care. it wasn’t until she witnessed the same kids who bothered her bringing another younger girl to tears that xinyi did something. something that had her promptly taken to the orphanage director and berated for acting violently.
  
  truthfully, she never saw the issue in beating up someone who deserved it. nor did she really care if it would “prevent her from finding a family” like the director said. she never had a family, so why would she need one now? xinyi always knew it was only herself she could rely on and concluded at a young age that it was up to her to make any sort of change in her life. without a solid plan for the future, she began studying with what books the orphanage offered and taking on underhanded jobs in pursuit of something better — whatever that was.
  
  but solitude never lasted forever. she may have lived thirteen years as a lone wolf, but wolves naturally are pack animals. xinyi, as apathetic as she appeared, always did have a soft heart and got in the same trouble she had years ago. dragged to the office again, berated again for acting violently to an older boy harassing a girl who couldn’t be any older than five. but whereas xinyi thought this little girl would look at her fearfully when she was released from the director’s office, it was with wide, adoring eyes that she gazed upon xinyi. from then on, the girl would trail closely behind xinyi, starting from watching her from afar to hiding right behind xinyi’s legs. xinyi never had the heart to tell her to go away, nor any of the friends the girl brought along.
  
  the young girl, jiaqi, as well as her friends perceived xinyi as a universal solution. if there was something they didn’t understand? they could ask xinyi. if they had a problem? surely xinyi knew how to solve it! if they needed something? xinyi would find a way to get it. xinyi became a very beloved older sister figure to those at the orphanage, whether it be because they needed help or they needed someone who was willing to give them even a second of attention and care. and for years, xinyi was fine looking after them. it wasn’t like anybody else would.
  
  

  adulthood...

  
  

  leaving the orphanage behind at eighteen had never been easy. in fact, it would be blatantly incorrect to say that xinyi ever left it behind. she promised jiaqi that she’d earn enough money to fund whatever jiaqi dreamed of outside of the orphanage. she promised the other young kids that she’d return with everything they could need. it was a promise she wouldn’t leave empty, but the first step to fulfilling it was finding an actual job.
  
  xinyi never wanted to be a troubleshooter, but she never desired to be anything else, either. something as simple as employee discounts was enough to sway her into applying, and she was quickly accepted. not because her application was remarkable, but the opposite. she was expendable. nobody would cause a ruckus the government would have to quell if she died. she, along with the other vermin of society, were trained rigorously to become the most honed troubleshooters. over time, xinyi’s cohort became smaller and smaller, whether it be due to dropouts or deaths, until it was only her and three others remaining. still, xinyi was resilient. she’d work, get her paycheck, and return to the orphanage every other weekend with new shoes and clothes and belongings the others requested. life was simple.
  
  xinyi didn’t go out of her way to make friends, but friends came to her. the only other girl in her cohort remaining, lian, had come to be a close acquaintance. close enough that they spent time outside of work together, often roaming the city at night or finding a place to talk. conversations focused on their dreams, why they applied, what they wanted to do if it wasn’t troubleshooting… and often, xinyi had the same answer. ”i don’t know.” but it was an answer lian clearly didn’t like.
  
  ”you need to be more selfish, xinyi! i hope in the future, whether you’re still a troubleshooter or not, you’ll make something of yourself. actually, no. i better see it!”
  
  even seven years into her career, she couldn’t say lian ever did.
  
  three volatile calamities, two deaths of her colleagues, and one missing eye later, xinyi considered that maybe she finally should start thinking of herself. after all, the last thing she could do to honor the dead was fulfill their last wish.
  
  

  current day...

  
  

  to fly free was to take the first step off the tree she had known all her life. feeling that the orphanage was binding her from embracing a new life where she could focus on herself, xinyi decided it was finally time to part ways, at least physically. xinyi looked towards other locations and was enticed by a position offered in japan’s troubleshooting department. there, they were willing to offer her a greater salary so long as she trained the new employees. so after a few months of dedicating day and night to learning japanese, she started working for the utcu stationed in tokyo and has been employed there for three years.
  
  
  
  
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  equipment

  
  like most other contractors, xinyi carries around the specialized pistol that the utcu has entrusted troubleshooters with. she is also trained with using swords, however she doesn't typically carry one unless she knows for a fact that it will be necessary. after all, it's not so often you see someone with a sword or even two down the streets, and xinyi is not a huge fan of drawing attention to herself.
  
  

  misc.

  ☆ horrible at describing anything about herself. if asked what she likes, she’ll pause for a moment before going “... cats.” and if asked about any more, she’ll pause before going “... dogs.” does have a bit of a snow white quality in the sense that animals naturally gravitate to her.
  
  ☆ she refers to jiaqi as her “little sister” to other people and is still in contact with her. jiaqi preferred to stay in china, so xinyi funds her schooling from japan. she’s twenty now and studying to be a doctor.
  
  ☆ even if she lives further away now, she still sends money, handwritten letters, and gifts to kids she’s still attached to from the orphanage.
  
  ☆ a grandma when it comes to slang and internet terms. partially because japanese isn’t her first language but more than that, she hardly uses her phone. often learns recent slang from hearing her coworkers (especially the younger rookies).
  
  ☆ you can tell she’s a foreigner from the way she speaks, but she’s still mostly fluent. still has her slip ups with not knowing a word and needing a moment to process difficult blocks of text. her speaking is better than her reading skills.
  
  ☆ has unspoken rizz but unironically. kind of in her hoe era?? enjoys hookups and friends with benefits but the idea of actually being in a relationship makes her go ???????? since she doesn’t see why someone would like her in that way.
  
  ☆ when she doesn’t want to interact with people she just feigns ignorance and pretends she has no idea what they’re saying. she definitely knows, she just doesn’t want to talk.
  
  ☆ her idea of self-discovery is exploring the most random and questionable places. she never just says where she’s been or what she’s been up to, but if asked how her weekend was, she’ll casually mention that she went to a vampire cafe and the godzilla monument in shinjuku like that's the most typical thing to do on a sunday afternoon.
  
  ☆ despite having many asocial mannerisms, xinyi is often the colleague who invites her coworkers for drinks or dinner with the intention of fully covering the bill. she finds that a reward is always a good way of keeping people relaxed, but more than that she likes seeing her coworkers enjoy themselves.
  
  ☆ adding to that, she's an excellent cook and enjoys inviting her coworkers who actually manage to live long enough to try traditional chinese food at her home.
  
  ☆ doesn't seem like the type but is fond of cute things. thinks little plushies/stuffed animals are adorable, but seems a little bit hesitant to actually buy anything like that for herself.
  

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touji

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  * name

  Hiromatsu Touji
  

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  29
  

  * d.o.b.

  2nd September
  

  * p.o.b.

  Japan, Osaka
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  #he/him

  
  
  
  
  

  #gay

  
  
  
  
  

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  * height

  179cm (5'9ft)
  

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  67kg (148lbs)
  

  * build

  Lean with signs of undernourishment since the takeover. Sunken cheeks, thin wrists. He has been struggling with maintaining his weight in a healthy ratio to his height. Mostly problems based on his psyche and not any actual changes to his metabolism. His shoulders are rather broad, paired with long legs and slender hands; he does quite resemble a twig on good days.
  

  * hair

  A haircut that started as a bet. A bob style with straight bangs and sharp edges, just centimetres away from touching his shoulders. Touji didn't expect to like it as much as he did, especially since he thought he preferred longer hair. But this cut turned out to be much more practical and easier to tie back into a ponytail, so now you can hardly see him without it.
  

  * hair colour

  golden blond
  

  * eye colour

  dark green
  

  * style

  Wears as many layers as humanely possible, regardless of weather. Touji gets uncomfortable if he shows an extensive of amount skin for a considerable time, so he's almost never seen in public without a hat or mask. Very tidy and usually keeps to darker colours.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Touji is able to strike the perfect balance between being comedically reckless and having a stick up his ass. Intuitively, he asserts a situation, its people, and its circumstances before choosing how to approach it. There's no joy in life if one's overly serious at every chance possible, but Touji also knows that his jokes are not appreciated or appropriate for every moment. The chances he gets, though, are the ones he exploits the most.
  
  He intentionally messes with people, pressing their buttons just to see how they react afterwards. His jabs are mostly harmless in their essence, but even Touji can't always predict how the others will react. He would not shy away from genuinely apologising if something were to happen, but he generally knows which lines he can toe around and which are truly hurtful. Naturally, Touji would also not react ill-willed if he were ever the receiver of a joke. Quite the opposite, he's the one that actively encourages other to do so.
  
  If the situation calls for it—most often during work—he does change to a more sombre tone. Touji takes the well-being of his coworkers and patients very seriously. He's persistent when it comes to following his recommended treatments and will not stop nagging them until they do so. His care extends to animals as well, sometimes even a bit more sincere. He wasn't contemplating becoming a veterinarian for nothing.
  
  Then one of Touji's flaws—perhaps even the biggest one—is that he's quite negatively biased towards most people. He's quick to judge them, and once he creates his own image of them, it's hard to persuade him otherwise. In conversations with people he disdains or simple strangers, he adopts a rather condescending tone and apathetic disinterest. Their opinions are brushed off and disregarded with careless neglect. Only when Touji treats them does he lose some of that prideful edge, but even then, it's more of a toleration than an acceptance.
  
  Those who are able to earn a soft spot with him will become more familiar with his more patient side. The one that yearns for touches and loves to ramble about nonsense at three o'clock in the morning. Exchanging knowledge is one of Touji's biggest joys, and he easily gets carried away by the passion of others. Once he starts, it's hard to stop him, and any interruptions will end up with his expression resembling a kicked puppy.
  
  Since his encounter with the Changeling, Touji has become more secretive. He doesn't like to talk about the experience and its lasting effects on him and would rather change to another topic when it's mentioned. Touji doesn't think that anyone could understand his troubling feelings and that revealing them would only lead to misunderstandings. In the best case, he'd be declared a creep, and in the worst case, they'd think the Changeling was somehow back and would promptly send him back into the lab.
  
  Both fates are something Touji'd rather avoid. He did not survive a nearly-guaranteed death sentence just to then rot away in a cell.
  
  

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  virtues: caring, confident, easy-going, humorous, intuitive, passionate, patient, playful, realistic, resourceful, thoughtful
  
  vices: apathetic, assertive, calculating, critical, firm, judgemental, prideful, stubborn
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  * history

  Touji's humble beginnings start hundreds of feet above the ground with a sight that would make the gods envy. Neon streetlights flickered like fireflies, and the pedestrians were little more than ants scurrying around the floor. It was the view his parents would enjoy, clinking their expensive wine glasses like common pleasantries. Touji was born into glamour and luxury. A prosperous future as the successor of his father. But all the gold soon lost its shine on him, and he was left to scamper for the scraps.
  
  His parents wasted no time planning the future of their supposedly perfect child. Lessons were scheduled, health and diet strictly monitored, and even friendships were prepared in advance. Every detail of Touji's life was outlined and finely sketched out on paper, but what his parents didn't account for was the sheer indifference their son could hold towards their efforts.
  
  Then, with expectations, came pressure. Well-intentioned, perhaps, but deadly nonetheless. Every task became a burden; classes were impossible to keep up with, and sooner than later, facing his parents turned into a nightmare, which Touji couldn't escape from. At one point, he couldn't keep up anymore, and childish enthusiasm soon gave way to silent resignation before fading to prideful apathy. He refused to be moulded by their whims any further, and the realisation that they never saw him as 'Touji' but rather an extension of themselves was the final push he needed.
  
  Turning fourteen, he stopped behaving. Business books that littered his rooms started to become nothing more than accessories, his 'friends' turned into strangers, and orders were purposefully ignored. His parents took note of it but thought nothing of it at first. Some disobedience was normal for his age, but it would soon pass.
  
  It did not—to their horror—and they had to quickly do something about it.
  
  They started with incentive gifts—prized artworks, expensive brands—anything that could lure him back into following their directions. Empty promises that all of it and more could be his if Touji'd just follow their lead. Parents know best, after all. But as that proved fruitless and they received nothing but his muted refusal, veiled threats followed next.
  
  It started slowly. Less money that Touji'd have available for activities, stricter diets before they turned into meagre meals, and unreasonable sleeping schedules paired with no sense of privacy. More and more privileges were taken away, and his room soon contained nothing more than his bed and a closet.
  
  Their endeavours came in vain. Standoffish denial and stubborn pride were their only rewards for their efforts. Touji'd retaliate with petty jabs and simple destruction. He just wanted them to leave him alone. Touji tried many things. Unsuccessfully until it wasn't anymore. But who would have thought that all he needed was a precarious video taken of them during an unaware time? Touji certainly had to first discover that as well.
  
  After that, his parents never bothered with him again, instead deciding to at least lead his younger sister on the right path.
  
  Touji rejoiced. Now dedicating himself to much-needed self-focus. Then, with his mind not stuck in one direction anymore—the one preemptively decided for him—he was able to find his true passion soon after.
  
  Life itself was always something that fascinated the boy greatly—to feel the heartbeat pulse under someone else's skin or sense the vibration of a breath course through their veins. A newfound joy awakened in him. And with the newly gained freedom to observe it without hawks watching each of his steps, it soon turned into an eerie obsession that left no room for negotiation.
  
  It came as no surprise when Touji started to take stray animals off the streets and into his room. Cradling them closely to his chest as he fed them scraps from his own meals. Watching them regain their health was a nice reminder of his goal in tiring times, and the warmth of their bodies was a fitting reward. At the same time, he saw a part of himself in their existence, which made enduring their deep scratches and loud yowling just that much easier.
  
  During this time, Touji also attended public school for the first time. The people he met there were painfully boring. Their childish squabbles and their nearsightedness were an annoyance to through on a daily basis. At the start, teachers treated the young boy differently as well, their eyes widening comically at the mention of his background. A tone that passed as quickly as it came after the first few parent-teacher conferences concluded unattended.
  
  Simply put, school life was dull with its grey walls and the tiring people. But with a bigger goal in mind, Touji persevered.
  
  Was this simply part of life as well?
  
  Not much else changed as Touji grew older. His distant attitude towards his family was a stable constant by the time he came of age, and no tears were shed when he finally moved out. A big deposit on his bank account was his parents' parting gift—a silent plea to never reach out to them again and the reward for deleting the video. It came in handy when Touji decided to start and finance a medical degree.
  
  Saving a life was, after all, its highest appreciation.
  
  A man was the first to receive his care. Bruised and weary, he reminded Touji of the strays he used to take in. It was good practice, he told himself as his hand reached for the next bandage roll, and the smell of blood mixed with disinfectant. A routine was born, with the man claiming a small spot in his heart.
  
  But pleasantries don't last long and it would take not long for the next disaster to strike. His friend would be left behind, clueless to where his doctor disappeared to.
  
  It happened during his first year of being stationed at a nearby hospital. New and fresh with textbooks still lingering in his mind. There he would have the pleasure to first encounter the other world; where monsters ran rampage and nightmares became reality.
  
  A young patient was admitted. Her wounds were almost too heavy to recover from, with their origins unknown to the staff. All signs hinted at someone inflicting them on the poor soul, but with her body functions entering dangerous low measurements, not many thoughts were spared for the questionable background of her injuries.
  
  Touji was inspecting his tools and readying himself for the upcoming surgery. Back turned towards the operating table. A black flash was the only warning the aspiring doctor received before pain overtook all his senses and muddied everything that came after.
  
  Touji heard his voice announce the death of the girl to his coworkers, and everything after that was blurry. He felt his limbs run through motions that he wasn't the lord of, and a deep hunger sat in his stomach that didn't feel like it could be sated with mere food. Memories became hazy as his consciousness jumped from one location to another. Faces merged into an incoherent visage, and days turned into seconds. The only thing he'd never forget was the taste of blood lingering in his mouth while the screams rang like bells in his ears.
  
  At least he was never alone.
  
  Was this how the strays felt when he took them in and cared for them without their knowledge or consent?
  
  Change came with the appearance of suited men equipped with weapons to fight them. They defeated whatever resided in his body and took them in for further research. Prodding needles and painful jabs. It was there that Touji would regain authority over his mobility, but even with his insistence on recovery, he was not let out. That was not a pleasant time.
  
  As more time passed and killing him became an obsolete solution, they reluctantly agreed on a compromise. Touji would work for U.T.C.U. as a contracted medic, and as a favour, he'd be allowed some sense of freedom again.
  
  Touji'd absolve the training; reluctant in some aspects and eager in others. Before he truly realised it, he finished all the courses and the access to the outside world was served to him on a silver platter. That it was nothing but a pretty illusion cast in iron chains was obvious for both sides, but with Touji struggling to come to terms with his empty mind and the gnawing hunger lingering in his soul, he didn't feel that bothered by it. It was a chance to return to a semblance of normalcy and a possibility to ignore the pulsing wish of insanity.
  
  How could he be sane if he yearned to be under the Changeling's control again?
  
  While Touji remained the same on the outside, a charming facade paired with a suitable laugh, his insides churned for more. The hunger never seemed to stop, a gnawing stomach regardless of how much he consumed. Everything tasted like flaky ash. At the same time, his fixation with life twisted and darkened, turning into a worship of death.
  
  Only with life's end came its purpose, and he was a fool to not have seen that earlier.
  
  Even if Touji doesn't dare act upon these urges—especially with the U.T.C.U. still breathing down his neck—he still can't help but feel excitement when circumstances allow him to see the last breath of an unfortunate one. With death came a beauty. The end of a cycle and the completion of a soul, that too many were afraid of. Not Touji, though.
  
  If he did not look, who else would?
  

  
  
  
  
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  • has been vegetarian since the start of college. depending on who you ask and whether humans can be counted as animals, he never broke it in eleven years.
  • touji doesn't have mysophobia, or at least not one that has been officially diagnosed. he certainly does not enjoy being exposed to germs, though. this would also explain his aversion to exposing too much skin
  • he's very sensitive to the outside temperature and wind. seems to have a knack for accurately predicting the weather of the current day as well
  • always carries random candy with him. either because he genuinely wants to give someone a small joy or scare them as to why a stranger gave them a random piece of sweet

  * equipment

  Although Touji has been trained in various weapons as part of the standard programme of a contractor, he has never developed a liking for any of them. Taking a life still takes a toll on him, and he would rather not spend too much time improving that act. So the gun that's issued out to every employee is the only weapon he carries with him, and even that is more reluctant than anything. However, what Touji is never missing is an emergency set of bandages and wound cleaner.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Sybela]

長谷川 大輝

Hasegawa Daiki

General Profile

Name

Hasegawa Daiki

Gender

Male

Orientation

Gay

Job

Rookie

Age

Twenty-six

Ethnicity

Asian

NATIONALITY

Japanese

Appearance

Hair

Naturally wavy & black

Eyes

Green

Height

5'10"

Physical Examination

Strength

Mobility

Endurance

Combat Skill

Personality

Hasegawa Daiki, aloof and gruff. A no-nonsense man with the same tact for his working life. Having bypassed the child and teenager steps of his life, Daiki has only ever known the perils of work. One would wonder would he have turned out differently if he had experienced such things a child would? Then again, what’s the use in wondering when he didn’t know any better.

Daiki often finds it hard to appropriately react to situations, his facial features often remaining stoic regardless of an event. Every once in a while, though, when he’s particularly swayed at heart, a tinge of red can be seen dabbled against the ears and, perhaps, a small stutter of embarrassment. It’s these moments, despite how small, that Hasegawa Daiki seems human.

Fiercely protective, this is evident with his devotion to his sister, and stubbornly hardworking, Daiki is the perfect man for any job. He’s textbook classic Jack of all trades and with his dedication to a job, is someone that just gets on and gets the work done.

Since leaving his seedy jobs in the local neighbourhoods, Daiki has seemingly left his gangster life behind. However, despite his many attempts to lead a better life, Daiki finds it hard to let old habits die. From over analysing a persons movements, taking on the brunt of work and also volunteering to do the manual labour side of things, he shows no restraint and, thankfully, the only improvement is that of murder.

Feeling the absence of love from all his family, Daiki struggles with the affection side of things. On one hand, he absolutely adored his cat he picked up from the streets and on the other? He shuts down and shys away from human adoration. However, Daiki’s first real encounter with genuine affection has rendered him a reckless puppy that would do anything and everything for the one that made his stomach ache and hands restless.

He hopes, eagerly, that with his new job and life, that he’ll finally feel accepted and cherished. And if, god forbid, he does perish, he secretly holds onto the desire that his grave will be well looked after and filled with flowers rather than that of cobwebs and dust.

History

Hasegawa Daiki, a common name held by many others, perhaps cementing how irrelevant his life truly was. He was another name, a face- just a number. Nobody missed numbers and, certainly so, nobody would miss Daiki.

Hasegawa grew up with little schooling, his time was spread thin between working with his father and taking care of his little sister. He had a life better than most, at least there was a roof over his head, no matter how decrepit and mould-ridden it was.

What was a lacklustre schooling soon turned into home tutelage and, eventually, he was indoctrinated into a seedy life of fights, loan collection and theft. Hasegawa truly was unremarkable, just another stain on society waiting to be snuffed out.

But, he didnt want that.

Hasegawa did not want to be just another name in some obituary or a run-down tombstone that only held the wear of time rather than loved flowers. He didn't want to be a friendless dick that soured opinions with his mean stare and brawny appearance. Beneath all that gruff and rough exterior, there was a lad that just wanted to be understood and loved- was it so hard to love someone? To love him?

A mother's love he missed out on. She was too busy laying on a mattress to get her next av out; pandering to the hundreds of fans that sat in front of a screen, hands busy. Hasegawa was sick of it, sick of it all. If he had to choose, at least his father was somewhat present...Until he wasn't.

A rabid fan, one that had the wool pulled over their eyes and ran themselves into a debt, shadowed his mother's route home one day and, when they had spotted his father, a brawl ensured and a death occurred.

Was he supposed to be sad? Feel something other than the cold wind that cruelly bit at his ears at the service? Hasegawa felt nothing, perhaps there really was something wrong with him: Maybe he was broken.

The death of his father brought on a slew of new problems. It came to light that his little stint as a debt collector was duly in place to pay of his own debts, that now fell onto his mother. Even more absent than she already was, Hasegawa took up new jobs, odd ones here and there, no matter the consequences, just to make sure his sister had a full belly before she slept.

His work eventually had him dabbling in things that would make priests weep and, Hasegawa being Hasegawa, just stuck his head down and got to work with no complaints. How else was he supposed to pay off the growing debt that held him in the guillotine?

During his time of beating and getting beat, Hasegawa fell into the path of a medic, one that patched him up several times before disappearing without a word. Daiki sought after him for months, checking every nook and cranny for any signs of life and, despite his fears coming true, the time spent caring for this particular man soon became a memory-treasured if you will.

Years went by and, by some stroke of luck, he was made an offer that he couldn’t turn down.

Gone was his life of crime and unjustness. Hasegawa washed his hands of the blood and muck that weighed him down.

Hello to business suits and lanyards that he could've only dreamed about wearing before. Was this it? Was this his redemption and his chance to secure a future for his sister and self?

CODE BY SEROBLISS / VALOROUS ORDER