Realistic or Modern memento mori ;; CS

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memento mori.

character sheets

horror + slice of life

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character sheets.

Hello, hello! Here's the CS page where you'll be posting a more detailed picture of your characters. This should include:

• Full name
• Role
• Age (17-18)
• Pronouns
• Personality description
• Background/history overview

Any additional information such as appearance, relationships, or headcanons is entirely optional. Coding is not required. Time frame for full character sheets will be in the discord server.

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scion

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You were all the old campus wanted. The school idol, a student beloved and envied by all, used to love letters and gifts and adoration. Of course, every beautiful thing is destined to be trampled, and peers driven by jealousy might whisper behind your back, spreading rumors about your family history: How your older sibling disappeared three years prior without a trace, how your bloodline has already been tainted by the school. After three years, you can ignore the whispers. But you can’t ignore the mysterious letters that appear in your locker each morning since your third year started, all addressed from your missing older sibling, and all begging you to come save them from the old campus walls. You fell for the trap laid by the old campus dutifully: You would make a beautiful offering.

SCION is the younger sibling of SNARE.

snare

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How does it feel to remain in your younger sibling’s shadow, even in the eyes of a ghost? You don’t remember your three years in the old campus walls—when the school lets go of you, you don’t look a day older than when you disappeared, and you don’t feel like any time has passed at all. But you do know that you were never supposed to be let out, and you know that you had nothing to do with the letters your younger sibling shows, whether or not they were written in your hand. No one knows what to do with you since your mysterious return; They hardly knew what to do since your mysterious disappearance. You’re only tentatively allowed to return and finish your third year, but there doesn’t seem to be a point. You know the truth. You’re on borrowed time, and the old campus plans on taking you back when graduation comes, so long as your younger sibling comes with you.

SNARE is the older sibling of SCION.

zealot

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With grades like yours, you could’ve gone to any high school you wanted. But you took your talents and squandered them on a place like Shinshirei, all because you wanted to join their Occult Research Club and discover the truth behind the old campus, a mystery that’s fascinated you since you discovered its existence. When you started your first year, you found yourself the only club member, and none of your enthusiasm was able to pressure your peers into joining. But your dreams of ghost hunting haven’t ended just because you’re alone: It’s only fair that your frequent visits to the old campus finally culminate in a real supernatural experience. In a way, being marked for disappearance day is a dream come true. Now you have five peers who are forced to indulge in your fantasies.

ZEALOT is classmates with FRESH MEAT and is the reason they both entered the old campus.

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Most assume you have to be suicidal or completely clueless to transfer to Shinshirei when disappearance day is on the horizon. But you were neither: All you were was desperate, and Shinshirei’s mysterious reputation seemed like an escape. Years of sensitivity to otherworldly phenomena have left you with a mysterious reputation yourself, feared for your affinity with ghosts and the supernatural. Shinshirei was supposed to be a strange enough place that you could fade into the background, finally playing the part of an ordinary student. Had you known just what would happen only days after your fresh start at a new school, maybe you would’ve stuck it out for one last year with the familiar.

FRESH MEAT is classmates with ZEALOT, and has been unable to resist their obsession with the supernatural. They took up the offer to enter the old campus at night after repeated pestering on the matter.

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You don’t care about ghosts or supernatural occurrences: All you want is to complete the year with pristine perfection, as always. The nonsensical rumors about Shinshirei High School’s old campus have never mattered to you in the slightest when you focus on this goal. As an officer of the student council, you see it as your duty to correct any bad behavior you see in your peers, and you take this task more seriously than your teachers. You only snuck into the old campus that night to investigate much more mundane rumors, all pointing to the school being trespassed on by your most delinquent classmate. You only wanted proof so you could clean up the school, and look where that got you. All you can hope is that this campus curse doesn’t mess up your perfect record.

HAMMER is acquaintances with NAIL, and came to the old campus to catch them in the act of breaking and entering.

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You don’t know why nobody believes you. You may have a reputation for disruptive activity and skipping class, but that doesn’t mean every bad thing that occurs while you’re around is your fault. You think whatever’s haunting the school must find it funny, to flicker the lights and knock breakables off shelves whenever you’re around, just to watch you take the blame. It’s resulted in an obsession with the old campus and the thing haunting it: If you can get proof, you think, maybe you can clear your name once and for all. Of course, those lofty hopes only resulted in the old campus really taking notice of you when you snuck inside on the wrong night.

NAIL is often chewed out by HAMMER, especially for sneaking into the old campus.

rules.

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Discord will be required for ooc for posting schedules, plotting, and an in character groupchat. Please be willing to communicate and cooperate with other players, and pretty please don't cause me any headaches! Character relationships will be a big part of this premise, which makes plotting in the server pretty important. Problem players will be booted without remorse; Feel free to dm me with any issues.

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Activity and literacy requirements are lax. No need to wax poetic, but please be capable of meaningful posts that move the story forward. There will be a loose posting schedule, but players can always feel free to communicate about their availability if something comes up. I'll reach out in the event of complete radio silence, and if no communication is given, the player will eventually be booted.

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This is a small group with limited roles, and as such is going to be application based. Further details will be in the cs thread if the gets some interest; All you need is a short application there, and once it's been approved, I'll send a link with the discord and you can move forward with a full cs. Always feel free to dm with questions or character ideas!

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Although the characters are high schoolers, all applicants should be 18+, since this thread will likely delve into heavier subject matter.

{art by hoshibackyard}

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安春

fresh meat...

full name

Yagi Yasaharu

alias

Yaya

age

seventeen

d.o.b.

DEC. 30

gender

male (he/him)

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  AITA if i charge my friends when they need exorcism tips?

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  163 cm (5'4)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Yasaharu's mother swears that the moles under both his eyes are a sign of good fortune. To Yasaharu, moles are just moles, and facial features can't tell you anything about a person's future. Considering he defaults to a perpetual glare, it's unlikely that his face will do his luck any favors.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Being short and scrawny keeps Yasaharu's posture in good shape, at least. He's on a mission to get stronger, but it won't do much good against incorporeal threats.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  When not in his uniform, Yasaharu usually wears hoodies and baggy layers. He sticks to neutral colors and abhors standing out in crowds.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  Takahashi Yotasuke (Blue Period)

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  If Yasaharu has it his way, you'll never even know he's there.
  
  It's not as if his appearance demands attention, and he's never been the type to speak up in class. Shy isn't the right word: Yasaharu has always been socially awkward in a much less endearing way. Cynical and often irritated, he probably would've had trouble making friends without any ghosts to set him back. What feels like straightforward honesty to him is often seen as blunt or outright rude.
  
  His creepy reputation came from a tendency to stare into space and speak to nothing—or what looked like nothing, to anyone but him. It's an acquired skill, telling the difference between the mundane and the apparitions that only he can see, and Yasaharu has practiced hard at it. Still, he can't always resist the pull of the paranormal. So in his book, it's better to go under the radar than to be noticed for any peculiarities.
  
  He has a tendency to assume the worst, especially about other people and their intentions. But he's not a bad friend by any sense of the word, either: Yasaharu's rudeness doesn't supersede his sense of loyalty, and no matter how badly he might like to, he can't ignore his conscience and go without helping someone in need. All his overthinking comes to a dead halt when met with a phrase as simple as "please," and he'll never go back on his word. That doesn't mean he won't complain about it, though.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  pragmatic, loyal, trustworthy, conscientious

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  irritable, cynical, cautious, blunt

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  takoyaki
  big dogs
  the ocean
  trading card games
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  confined spaces
  ghost stories
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  Yasaharu realized quickly that if anyone was going to be responsible, it would have to be him. His father certainly wasn't around to set a good example—he only visited twice a year, if Yasaharu got lucky. And his mother was much too easy-going. In her words, Yasaharu was an unanticipated gift from the gods, which of course meant she had never meant to have a kid in the first place and had no idea what to do with him. She kept them from destitution with prayers and good luck charms, and seemed entirely unable to notice the disapproving looks of strangers. Kind as she was, she was no home-maker.
  
  So, Yasaharu decided, it was up to him to know better. By middle school he took charge of balancing the household finances, and made breakfast and dinner each morning and night. He cleaned up messes that his mother was perfectly content with leaving and called the electric company when a bill was forgotten. And most of all, he didn't indulge in spirits.
  
  It was a difficult promise to keep to himself, but he realized quickly what breaking it would get him. His mother said there was nothing to be afraid of; To her, their gift was something to be cherished, a blessing from above. She loved her work. Being able to help the dead move on and give messages to the living was all she could ever dream of. But Yasaharu wasn't his mother, and he couldn't ignore the glares of the non-believing.
  
  He was so sure that a little responsibility was all it would take. He was sure that if he was diligent enough, able to bite his tongue and ignore his senses, he could change his family's entire reputation. Maybe that was even true: But Yasaharu lacked commitment. All it took was one stray insult toward his mother and he would lose his self-control and any good will that came with it. As it turned out, knowing better wouldn't change his predicament in the slightest.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  He toyed with the idea for months, but only as a last resort. Transferring schools when he was so close to the end seemed silly, didn't it? But his mother was more observant than he thought. Each time he came home dejected and embittered, she would quietly collect pamphlets for other schools, ones too far from their neighborhood for anyone to pay him mind.
  
  Shinshirei caught his eye from the beginning. His mother said that was a good sign. "People like us should trust our intuition," she told him, and despite his attempts at knowing better, he believed her.
  
  But if he was meant to trust his gut, shouldn't he have turned back from the first moment he felt sick on school grounds? He tried to call it nerves, the anxiety of stepping into a new place. But he should've known. There was something wrong with the old campus, something strong enough to be felt even from the safety of his classroom. And it was growing stronger every day.
  
  It wasn't until he stepped into the old campus itself that he realized for the first time how right his mother was. He should've listened to her, should've taken all her words on appeasing the dead to heart, should have dedicated his life to studying her work instead of doing the household laundry. If he had, maybe he would know a way out of this mess. But it was too late to run away now.
  
  It was cold comfort, but comfort nonetheless, that he wasn't the only one left to be responsible. At least this time, the ghost was there for everyone to see, and they were all doomed if they failed.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  • the nickname "yaya" solely comes from his mother, and he's taken aback when anyone else uses it
  • yasaharu's dad always visits for his birthday: he will never admit how much he looks forward to it
  • secret gunpla collection that he would defend with his life
  • his family home is on the second floor of the yagi spiritual emporium, where he works part-time manning sales. as you can imagine, this makes getting away from the family reputation much more difficult

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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THE SNARE...

full name

TOKURI AKIO

alias

Aki ; Acchan

age

seventeen?

d.o.b.

SEP. 2

PRONOUNS

they / he

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  WHO . . . WHAT . . . AM I?

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  178 CM (5'10)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  black

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  an eerily dull brown.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair and face

  
  

  Akio's features are slender, just short of gaunt. They part their dark hair to the right of their face, and in the years they've been gone, it's grown long enough for them to tie it up off their shoulders, but they mostly just leave it out. They don't know how to do anything else with it. Akio's eyes are a hollow brown; they spend most of their time trying to look past the shadows on the walls.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Growth spurts were plentiful for Akio; they're tall, with limbs that still manage to be just a little too long for their body. Their long fingers are the envy of their pianist classmates, but they mostly keep their hands stuffed in their pockets.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Since their return from the apparent dead, all Akio wears are a plain black hoodie, faded black jeans, and the red sneakers their brother bought them. They had a more varied wardrobe, before, but this set of clothes is the only one that seems safe to them now.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Akio is used to fading into the background. They just didn't expect this fact to become so... literal. After being spat out by the old campus three years after they disappeared, Akio isn't sure how much of their life is real, or how much of themselves is still "Akio". This is what they remember - or, at least, what they think they do...
  
  The first and most important rule of Akio's life: keep your head down and don't stand out. Trying to get noticed - or, god forbid, trying to catch their parents' attention - would inevitably result in shame and scorn and holding back tears. For a short while, Akio resented their little brother for getting all the love and praise they ached for, but they couldn't stay upset for long - little Yuuji truly was all the starlight on earth their parents proclaimed him to be. No use crying over what can't be changed, they reasoned - Yuuji deserved all this happiness more than Akio ever did, after all. They've made their peace with it.
  
  Akio didn't really have any hobbies, and when asked what they wanted to do after graduation, they'd just mumble something like, "still thinking about it". Their parents disapproved of any and all things Akio took an interest in; with repeated lectures of how they needed to "set a good example" and scoffs of "why aren't you working as hard as your brother?", Akio eventually gave up on finding a path they wanted to follow. They just wanted to finish school and run halfway across the country, as far away from their family as possible. Maybe work in a nondescript convenience store somewhere, fill the days with meal prep and laundry, and figure themselves out from there.
  
  In their years at Shinshirei, Akio didn't "make friends", per se - sure, they had a group of peers they hung around with at breaktimes, but that was more because they hadn't kicked them out yet than any real connection. When Akio wasn't sleeping, they were studying - and these friends figured out that Akio was smarter than they were letting on, deciding to keep them around mostly to help with the odd homework task or two. Akio didn't mind this. They quietly enjoyed being someone that others turned to for help, even if they were never sincerely thanked for it.
  
  Head down. Fade into the background. Don't draw attention, don't make noise, don't stir up trouble. Nobody ever really knew who Akio was, until they disappeared. Akio finds it morbidly amusing that the most significant thing they'd ever done, their crowning achievement, was to be taken by the ghost of the old campus. That was, at least, until they miraculously returned from the dead, with the same face as they had the night they vanished and no memory of the three years they'd been gone.
  
  Now, they don't know who... or what... they are.
  
  Being technically the same age as their little brother is almost the most jarring thing about this whole situation. That, and the daily letters in Akio's handwriting that Yuuji had been receiving his whole third year that Akio has absolutely no recollection of. Oh, and maybe the random-blacking-out-and-waking-up-at-the-old-campus is concerning, too. And this is to say nothing of Akio getting the sickening feeling that their memories, their whole self, are all just a dream - like the ghost took more than just time, and left Akio's shell outside the old campus with bits and pieces of their old life stuffed inside; a convincing but cheap reflection of the person they once were...
  
  No. What Akio fears the most right now is they know the old campus wants Yuuji instead. Not even a ghost wanted Akio; even a ghost can see their sibling's value far outshines their own. Akio cares too much about Yuuji to let this happen. Despite the dread curling in their gut, they're desperate to find a way for the old campus to take them back; what else is there for them in this life? Parents that hate him, friends who don't care about him, an eternity ringing through sales and bringing clothes in from the line? Yuuji has his whole life ahead of him, and Akio will be damned if they let some haunted building take it from him. If that means they're really going to die this time... they've made their peace with it. But where could they possibly start...?
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  patient, watchful, compassionate

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  indecisive, withdrawn, flighty

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  birdwatching
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  marching bands
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  When Akio was eight years old, his little brother barged into their room in the middle of the night and announced, "Let's run away."
  
  Their protests of how much trouble they'd be in when their parents found out fell on deaf ears, and to be honest, Akio had been wanting to do this for a while. Yuuji could barely hold back his giggles as Akio stuffed some t-shirts, juice boxes, and as many of Yuuji's beloved plush toys as they could fit inside their backpack. Yuuji tugged them along by the hand at breakneck pace, beaming wide as they settled under the largest tree in the park two blocks over. Come morning, an early-rising neighbour walked them home - Yuuji protesting all the way - and delivered the two of them straight into the cross-armed, fuming form of their mother.
  
  After that particular excitement, Akio was grounded for two weeks; Yuuji was fussed over and told not to listen to his older sibling's irresponsible whims. Later, Yuuji snuck a piece of candy wrapped in notepaper bearing a clumsily-scrawled "sorry" into Akio's bedside drawer.
  
  Akio didn't mind - not really. They were used to it by that point, and it didn't get any better as they grew up. Akio learned to simply let Yuuji be showered in all the affection they could only dream of. Head down, don't whinge. Don't make life harder than it already is.
  
  In spite of their parents' lack of enthusiasm over their reasonably-good marks through primary and middle school, Akio found themselves quietly enjoying the schoolwork. They learnt quickly that relying on their parents' approval as a motivator was fruitless, and instead, managed to flick a switch in their mind that allowed them to push themselves to do better for their own satisfaction. Not too much better, though - "don't stand out" was still one of Akio's unbreakable codes - but enough so that they could be proud of themselves while simultaneously avoiding getting yelled at for not working hard enough to show Yuuji that he had a responsible older sibling.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  The move to Shinshirei after coasting through middle school had been interesting, to say the least. Akio mostly dismissed the rumours - ghosts and spirits weren't something they really believed in anymore - but soon enough they had to admit to themselves there was definitely something very wrong with this school. Claims of ghostly visages and unexplainable vanishments of homework could be shrugged off as pranks or sleep deprivation... but a third-year vanishing without a trace like clockwork the night before graduation? Akio honestly would prefer not to know the explanation behind that, supernatural or otherwise. Oblivious to the fact that they were doomed from the moment they stepped foot on campus, Akio tried their best to keep their life as it had always been: forgettable, unnoticeable, doing enough to get by without attracting attention.
  
  It really was unfortunate that whatever haunted the old campus was the first thing to ever pick Akio as a favourite.
  
  To their credit, Akio's grades barely slipped when they began struggling with sleep. In their first year, strange voices started to whisper in their dreams; sometimes, a hollow-eyed face that looked just shy of familiar would accompany them. Akio would wake up in a cold sweat, feeling like a pair of hands had just stopped short of reaching for their shoulder; they could never remember what the voices had said, either, once they were awake. To make matters worse, sleeping pills only made the voices in the dreams angry. Akio chalked it up to the stress of all the exams, told Yuuji not to worry about the dark circles beneath their eyes, put their head down and kept studying.
  
  Their second year brought more physical manifestations of the old campus' affection. Students whose paths crossed too close to the old campus would occasionally hear someone - or something - muttering Akio's name, though they waved that off as just the wind blowing through the decrepit windows. The fact that the voices in Akio's dreams were getting clearer, and that they were mostly murmuring variations of "come here", was absolutely not something they wanted to think about, so they firmly put it out of their mind altogether.
  
  Or, at least, they tried to. A valiant effort, but a fruitless one in the end.
  
  The old campus' fascination with Akio escalated to gruesome new heights in their third year. Like the gifts from some kind of horrific cat, dead things would appear around Akio. The "gifts" started small - little curled-up spiders on their desk, flaking butterfly wings caught in their hair - until birds started dropping from trees when they walked past, and piles of small bones would await them in their locker, and they couldn't escape the faint odor of blood... Not to mention, those dreams - nightmares, really, who were they kidding - would taunt them from the moment they closed their eyes to the instant their morning alarm went off.
  
  Surprisingly, these odd happenings weren't all that difficult to hide from other students. Everyone is usually more concerned with how they think they're being perceived to actually see what's going on around them with clarity, after all. But Akio couldn't fool their brother. No matter how quickly Akio would dispose of the latest dead thing in their desk drawer, Yuuji knew something was up. Akio refused to tell him what, though. They refused to even take the chance of ruining their little brother's first year at Shinshirei. Although, a student from Yuuji's grade seemed to see straight through Akio's desperate attempts to cling to normalcy...
  
  "Disappearance Day" was fast approaching, and Akio was in denial. If they just kept their head down, they'd be okay. Just one more day, and they'd officially be done with this damn school and free to live their life.
  
  They should have known better than to ignore fate.
  
  As an early graduation present, Yuuji presented Akio with a pair of crisp red sneakers. Akio chided him for spending so much money on them, but accepted the gift with a smile. They fit perfectly; comfortable, fresh, stylish.
  
  That night, Akio walked all the way to the old campus in those new shoes and a trance, and vanished without leaving a single trace.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  SAEKO YOSHIDA

  
  
  
  

  the hammer

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  age.

  
  

  eighteen

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  pronouns.

  
  

  she/her

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  birthdate.

  
  

  may 7th

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  height.

  
  

  165 cm

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  hair color.

  
  

  brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye color.

  
  

  green

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  blah.

  
  

  hellooo

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  image.

  
  

  Complexion that was almost translucent in its pallor embraced the delicate network of blue veins that often glared under her skin. Pallid; except for the faint cerise tint under her eyes as if she had been crying. She exuded a docility; a vulnerability that often got people ensnared in her web of lies.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  build.

  
  

  A thin frame; lacking any athletic build. It left little to wonder why she went down the studious route rather than trying to harbor a physical prowess.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Prim, stiff, pristine, and overall — boring. The lack of vibrancy mirrored her personality. The subdued colors and precise cuts seemed to blend seamlessly with her reserved demeanor; a quiet sophistication she called it; one that spoke of restraint and refinement. As monotonous as it was meticulous, her style was much like her mother's.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  SAEKO YOSHIDA

  
  
  
  

  "for believing is being"

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  MY TIME

  
  
  
  

  by BO EN (music box cover)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  HISTORY. Cold hands had always gripped Saeko's arms, even as a child. She had hoped they would thaw with time, but her mother's touch remained frigid, as if made of bone rather than flesh. In their household, where her mother existed in the murk of an unwanted marriage burdened with an unplanned child, Saeko learned early to navigate the stark vista of her mother's detachment alone. Her father, a disinterested figure on the periphery, offered no warmth or solace, leaving Saeko to solitude.
  
  Saeko's mother, harboring a lingering sense of unmet aspirations — dreams of wealth and adoration unfulfilled — felt robbed of her rightful destiny. Saeko, being her only child, bore the weight of these unrealized ambitions, reminded time and again of her mother's unfulfilled desires. Saeko unwittingly became her mother's conduit to reclaiming status among her peers, thrust into an unrelenting rivalry with the progeny of other housewives, each vying for supremacy in their small, competitive world.
  
  From a young age, Saeko was ingrained with a fiercely competitive mindset. Ballet at six, softball at seven, piano lessons at eight, and a spelling bee victory at nine — all served as milestones in her search of merit. To her, the worth of any skill lay in its measurable success in competition; without validation through competition, she saw little value in proficiency alone. And so did her mother, whose eyes fixated on the gleam of the medals and accolades won. To her mother, success was measured in tangible victories, not in the unseen bruises of effort or the quiet perseverance through failure that marked a journey. In fact, any endeavor devoid of a prize or title was deemed a futile investment of time and effort.
  
  Saeko learned the harsh lesson of failure at the age of thirteen during a violin competition. Despite her meticulous preparation and early mastery of sheet music, she placed third after playing a section of the song in the wrong key. It was a baffling moment for her — how could such a mistake happen when she had the notes practically memorized?
  
  As Saeko stared at her third-place ribbon, a gnawing suspicion crept in as she observed the winner's triumphant smirk. It wasn't until she noticed a discarded sheet in the corner of the room — a duplicate of the piece with the correct key signatures — that realization struck. Her practiced landmarks on the sheet, including a distinctive pink pen marking, confirmed her worst fears: someone had intentionally sabotaged her performance by switching the sheets.
  
  Saeko was given ample time to dwell on that critical moment, a consequence of her mother's severe punishment that left her confined to her room for three days without sustenance. In the oppressive silence of solitude, surrounded only by the walls to comfort her, she grappled with only one question; Why hadn't she done the same sooner?
  
  After her release, Saeko's first meal felt undeserved, as if food had to be earned through merit. Determined to prove herself worthy to her mother, she sought a role as a student board member at her junior high school. Her dedication and drive eventually earned her an invitation to join the senior high school's committee. With her newfound position as the secretary , Saeko's initial years were dedicated to putting into action the question that had haunted her.
  
  Behind the facade of a friendly class president and secretary of the student council, Saeko concealed a ruthless determination to maintain her supremacy. Beneath her pleasant demeanor lurked a strategist, adept at covert maneuvers to undermine potential threats. She tampered with test answers, deliberately misplaced classmates' homework, and orchestrated incidents of plagiarism to tarnish reputations. Each calculated move served to solidify her position as the unrivaled leader, ensuring that no one dared challenge her reign.
  
  And for what? All were in service of one goal: to ensure she stood out above all others. Whether to catch her mother's fleeting approval or to secure a coveted spot in a prestigious university, Saeko would do anything to maintain what she deemed as perfection.
  
  Her life was more-or-less always a constant; her insulated lifestyle rarely had her venturing out beyond the confines anyway. Everything had been maintained — until a troublesome reckon recently began to disrupt her carefully constructed life. In recent months, this instigator had grown increasingly defiant, challenging the order Saeko prized not only for her own standing but for the reputation of their entire class.
  
  Saeko's life had always been defined by structure and predictability, until Hayate disrupted it. While she had never concerned herself with the disappearances of students or the desolate campus grounds—matters inconsequential to her college aspirations — Hayate's persistence mattered. His actions petitioned her attention, pushing her beyond the boundaries of her controlled world.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  SAEKO YOSHIDA

  
  
  
  

  texting Hayate...

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  12:57

  
  
  

  Well, I like; fireflies, sweet potato tempura, medical trivia, cherries, winning.

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  12:57

  
  
  

  I dislike; rock, broccoli, summer uniforms (they kinda ugly), the color yellow.

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  YOU'RE LATE FOR CLASS AGAIN!!!!

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  I THOUGHT I BLOCKED YOU

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  LEAVE ME ALONE

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  eat shit, miss perfect

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  PERSONA. In the eyes of those who define insanity as the relentless pursuit of the same elusive goal, the plight Saeko onset could be indeed seen as a tragic cavort with futility. From her earliest days, she had yearned to merit her mother's evasive approval, yet each attempt ended in disappointment. Over, and over. Was it madness, then, to persist in this unyielding chase, forever striving but never quite grasping the validation she sought?
  
  Saeko's starvation for a mother's love echoed through the quiet corners of their home, where warmth should have been abundant, but instead hungered covetously. An empty stomach was often stimulus for a compliant mind — temptation was a satiability. In her youth, in her residence, her mother's aspirations, confined within those walls, possessed her. Famished, she would do anything to gain the approval of her mother — a love that was never quite as tender as she had hoped.
  
  Vulnerable; it outlined her more than resilience ever could. Stubbornness played its part in her ceaseless pursuit, but weakness was ingrained in her identity — the one that her mother influenced in every aspect. From school to friendships, from how leisure was spent to her very persona, each facet of Saeko's existence was molded to fulfill her mother's unattained aspirations. She was a living echo of those dreams, shaped to mirror her mother — a replication cut from the fabric of another's desires.
  
  And that vulnerability; she sought in others. Those who sought her guidance or leaned on her for support at school; anyone she could exploit. Her mother's relentless pressure to excel echoed in her ears, a constant reminder that anything less than perfection rendered her valueless. Thus, she wielded her influence deftly, seizing upon moments of weakness to assert control and manipulate circumstances to her advantage.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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[kunikuzushi]

click!

遠藤颯

the nail...

full name

Endo Hayate

alias

Haya

age

eighteen

d.o.b.

APRIL 1ST

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  i swear i wasn't skipping class, i noclipped into the backrooms!

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Platinum locks, unruly and wild, bleached with the colouring of honey— sweep back to reveal a sharp undercut underneath. Piercings glint from his ears as he stands tall, with a frame that suggests more strength and awkward swagger than grace. A perpetual series of bruises and scrapes mark his face, souvenirs from brawls and his own clumsy antics. With such a stereotypical look, it is no surprise that Hayate gets categorized as a delinquent. A tiny mole under his left eye is the only sense of calm in his chaotic visage.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Often opting for comfort over style, Hayate alternates between hoodies and sweaters, though the occasional denim & leather jacket could be thrown on too.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Self-proclaimed pacifist, but society-labelled delinquent; Hayate Endo is a magnet for trouble. Just a nameless face in the crowd is all he's ever wanted to be, but it's difficult to stay unnoticed when the devil known as bad luck coils itself around you. Wrong place, wrong time was fine the first time around, but when it happens twice, thrice, a million more times— it gets old real quick.
  
  Broken glass and torn pages of books now rendered useless— Hayate will swear up and down that he’s not to blame for such destruction, and yet, words fall on deaf ears. In one ear and out the other, his pleas never seem to reach his audience. They blame it on his dyed hair, his crooked grin or the scars marring his knuckles.
  
  Keeping his head down is a fleeting hope made impossible both by his height and his penchant for misfortune. Two left feet and an energy too big for his clumsy body. His presence is as loud as the chaos that follows in his wake. To a stranger, it is easy to assign an audacious teen like Hayate the culprit just by looking at him alone. An accusation made even easier once hearing about his past.
  
  The Endo children however, tell a different story. They would proclaim that their Haya-chan could never hurt a fly, they’d speak up about things unseen; the way his large fingers curled in theirs, promising safety; his gentleness in handling stray animals; even the way he never fought back unless it was for self defence— and yet this act never graced him mercy.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  bold, loyal, protective, kind-hearted, passionate

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  clumsy, reckless, impatient, oblivious, vulgar

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  rock & jazz
  piercings
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  authority figures
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  As the eldest, Hayate took it upon himself to shield his family from harm. It was just the Endo family’s luck that all their children were a magnet for bullying. With split lips and bloody fists, childish brawls were enacted to defend his siblings. It’s a funny thing that Hayate considers himself a pacifist after all that he’s done, but he’s only ever given two for two. With the feeble body of a child, fighting wasn't his strong suit but if he was punched, then he’d punch back harder— and he made damn sure not a single one of their tormentors would leave without hues of indigo blooming on their skin. The adrenaline rush of a protective sibling did wonders it seemed, even for a boy as clumsy as Hayate.
  
  Despite his good intentions, Hayate’s frequent brawls painted him as a troublemaker. The bullying would be spun on him instead of the real perpetrators, making him out to be an explosive child, when in reality all he wanted was some peace. So misunderstood at a young age, he was dubbed a “lost cause” by his teachers, and thus he found little interest in academics, preferring to spend his time outdoors. When the fighting had finally died down, the damage had already been done. Accusations were made, lies spun by the spiders that took the guise of helpful teachers and innocent students.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  He prayed it would be different in Shinshirei High, but something about the school only seemed to amplify this effect. Peers he finally made up with, now avoided Hayate due to the strange occurrences pinpointed on him. Students he once defended from bullying, would cough awkwardly and excuse themselves at every turn. Yet they all turned a blind eye when presented with the solid facts that no, he did not flood the toilets in all four bathroom stalls, how would he even—
  
  Ghosts.
  
  Probably. No- definitely.
  
  ...He's working on it. Call him crazy but Hayate knows it just has to be connected with the old campus and the rumours that lurk around it. He'll be damned if he can't graduate without clearing his name. If not for his sake, then for his siblings.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  • he has a bad habit of smoking to destress, but his siblings don't know about it.
  • "endo" is his mother's family name. they started using it after his father walked out when he was 6 years old.
  • he has 2 younger siblings: twins. he will defend them with his life.
  • as much as he hates the infamy around his delinquent reputation, he's not above using it to his advantage.
  • he's done a lot of odd jobs to support his family.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[khai.]

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hashir

ZEALOT.

I.

Different time of day. Some things never change.

name

natsuiro hikaruㅤ( 夏色光 )

aka

whatever you'd like

age

eighteen

d.o.b

march 19th

gender

nonbinary

pronouns

theyㅤ/ㅤany

II.

Learned our lessons from the past.

height

183 cm.ㅤ( 6'0 )

eyes

pale grey , ‍‍ ‍honey-tinted in sunlight

hair

gardenia blonde

physique — ✩★

effeminate features from hikaru's mother accompany a tall, almost spindly frame that they owe to their father. this allowed for an androgynous appearance only exacerbated by their perpetual bedhead; locks sometimes tied into a messy ponytail.

a self-confessed easygoing lifestyle lent for a build that made it pretty obvious that they've never seen a hard day's work that couldn't be found in summer camp.

style — ✩★

hikaru is seldom seen without their uniform for whatever reason : ‍‍ ‍an easy pullover hoodie beneath their blazer, or their summer polo atop high-waisted slacks.

the times that they do opt to wear anything else, they typically don casual, breezy sleepwear—regardless of whether or not fuzzy slippers are appropriate for the occasion.

III.

Hear me out again, onto the very end.

personality — ✩★

an avarice for the inscrutable and a penchant for the macabre guides hikaru—a listless, peerless prodigy, and a child whose success is promised no matter what they chose to do.

they knew this fact well. they are aware others knew this too. it was no wonder then that they appear to navigate life calmly; a relaxed, resolute composure that permits them to stare back at the abyss and bite back a blithe smile.

this betrayed a rather grim, if not stupidly shallow, sense of humor on the natsuiro's part. the wistful, ruminative resting expression behind their eyes was just as easily broken by anything that even marginally amuses them which, mind you, was ridiculously easy. even in the gravest circumstances, seldom would they look remotely shaken.

it wouldn't be out of character for hikaru to tease those who are, however. a mischievous look, and a smile that looks like it knows something you don't—there is an unexpected diablerie to hikaru's reserved, solemn exterior that catches all by surprise. amiable, cool, and ultimately good-natured, those who pique hikaru's interest were often entreated to their charisma this way. there is a very captivating warmth to the student that was difficult to deny.

even as the blonde eventually distanced themselves from everyone, it was difficult to find dissident opinions on them that wasn't related to their fixation with the occult. if anything, they'd welcome them back with open arms if they were just a little less . . . ‍‍ ‍weird about it.

despite this, they remain uncompromising. hikaru is true to themselves and to their passions and to those who allowed them the chance, or at least have the patience, to be as they are, they will stay true to them too.

whether they like it or not, at least.

virtues — ✩★

collected ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍quick-witted ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍intelligent ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍charming ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍camaraderie

vices — ✩★

capricious ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍facetious ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍nonchalant ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍closed off ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍cryptic

IV.

Kill me softly all the same.

childhood — ✩★

hikaru's house was never a home.

no, it was a private estate crowned by a custom luxury residence upkept by a cadre of staff that never made eye contact. the walls were decadent white, and the floor was porcelain and wenge. the scent of bergamot and incense flitted the halls.

this was the affluence of the natsuiros—an influential family in cohorts with a myriad of prestigious zaibatsus in japan, and with it came an impersonality that hikaru grew up with.

their parents were barely present, their roles replaced by gelid caretakers whose performative kindness hikaru became disillusioned with as they got older. when the sesame rice and the octopus sausages began to taste like paper, the child began to withdrew further into their room. so did the "tenderness" of their nursemaids.

their only solace in their early years were their elementary days. cheerful friends, and hangouts that would leave hikaru on their doorstep breathless, counting the hours they'll get to be back.

it didn't take long for them to realize that friends could be duplicitous too; not when you overhear them in classrooms talking behind your back.

hikaru's chest tightened. the world felt just a little paler then.

first sighting — ✩★

for all intents and purposes, it was true that there was nothing hikaru could ask for that wouldn't be given to them on a silver platter. their academic preeminence was recompense enough for the family name to give hikaru an unprecedented freedom in pursuing their hobbies.

the only thing that was asked of them was to just remain as they were, and show up to events when they were needed.

to hikaru, that meant that as long as they wore a smile in front of the grown ups, and keep teachers happy, they can get to see their grandmother.

meemaw, as hikaru affectionately calls her at her request, adored the little natsuiro because supposedly they laughed exactly how their grandpa did. they never believed her but when she smiled that brightly whenever a joke landed ‍‍for them ‍( and it always did ), ‍‍ ‍how could they question it ?

peepaw has long passed, but whenever their grandma told stories about him, she'd talk as if he was still there somewhere in the house. a story of an embarrassingly burnt stew found their grandpa on the kitchen. the subtle discoloration on the roof, meanwhile, saw him in the shed, returning a ladder.

these weren't scary stories by any means, and the blonde would like to think they were mature enough then to already know that the old codger wasn't really there. one year, their grandma would finally explain that just because he isn't there, doesn't mean that he left. that's why she's never really alone, even when her favorite grandkid isn't there.

returning home when vacation was over became less painful then. that was the day hikaru watched their first ghost movie.

shinshirei — ✩★

when hikaru asked if they could study in shinshirei, they had a myriad of concessions and compromises pre-planned and locked in the chamber.

plaques, medals, certificates, titles—becoming an undisputed valedictorian was the unspoken price to pay to have cultivated their growing fixation in the paranormal. the accolades were as numerous as the paraphernalia, manuals, medias, and games they've collected—all dedicated to the spirits and apparitions that have accompanied them.

and they were willing to double, no triple—hell, become the next prime minister of japan if it meant a stint at shinshirei. all of their research pointed to the institution as the most likely place where they could witness the ultimate supernatural experience, and the only thing between that and them were their parents.

or so they thought. it was almost hurtful how flippantly they had acceded to their request, but it was a sting they were long numbed to. if anything, that meant they were all the more closer to their dreams. before they could have even questioned why their consent was lent so easily, hikaru dove to ascertain their position before they could change their minds.

it couldn't've been more perfect. they were finally home.

V.

And I don't know if I'm moving on.

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miscellaneous — ✩★

• ‍‍ ‍hikaru's first crush was sakuya haibara from fatal frame iv.

• ‍‍ ‍hikaru's second crush was pyramid head from silent hill ii.

• ‍‍ ‍hikaru has four different digicams. each camera has a different homemade "horror film" they shot all around their house when they were younger.

• ‍‍ ‍hikaru will take the second digicam to their grave. they only keep it for archival purposes.

likes — ✩★

hot pot ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍ju-on: the grudge ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍lavender town theme ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍rpg maker horror ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍screams during a blackout

dislikes — ✩★

boredom ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍people who fake being afraid ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍flashlights more than 400 lumens ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍orange juice ‍‍ ‍• ‍‍ ‍being close-minded

VI.

Oh, I left your name among the stars.

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  tokkuri yuuji

  
  
  

  
  

  徳利雄二

  
  
  

  
  

  20XX nov 19

  
  
  

  
  

  eighteen

  
  
  

  
  

  tokyo, jpn

  
  
  

  
  

  male (he/him)

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  height

  eyes

  
  

  180.5 cm (5'11")

  brown

  
  
  

  blood type

  hair

  
  

  O+

  black

  
  
  

  style

  
  Clean linen, worn denim, & sneakers.
  
  His everyday style doesn't vary too drastically from the way he wears his school uniform: unbuttoned & accessorized with a crossbody messenger bag. The main difference being his slippers that he doodles on with pen when a lesson drags on versus his typically expensive sneakers.
  
  Likes to crop his hair just a little past the nape of his neck. His uneven bangs are the result of an at-home haircut in an attempt to save money. His work infrequently has him tying what little hair he has, making a little paintbrush at the back of his head.
  
  

  build

  
  Currently in basketball. Will take any opportunity to "stretch" & show off his minimal definition.
  
  

  features

  
  Scarred elbows, knees, & shins from childhood hyperactivity. One stick & poked smiley face on his hip. Prominent canine teeth.
  
  

  habits

  
  Minimally tags places he frequents & objects he passes: his desk, shoes, pant hems, textbooks, etc; his parents have had to pay for damages on at least two occasions. When frustrated or overwhelmed, will tend to pull out his phone & talk with his head tucked toward it. Caught alone, his gaze tends to unfocus at an empty space in front of him.
  
  

  credit

  
  @sirokomamaru on twitter
  

  
  
  
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  personality

  
  You probably know a Yuuji.
  
  In one word: he's regular; in two: lighthearted & approachable. The typical image of him is one sat at his desk before homeroom, chuckling & streaming something on his phone to a smallish crowd of classmates—his friends—over his shoulder. Solitary classmates know him to be the type to approach in order to check in on them— his "best friends." Troublesome in that way.
  
  There's something of a unabashed, cheap wit about the guy: overly confident & reliably self-assured. The comments he makes & the interactions he has with others are ones made brazenly & without much guard, giving peers the false impression of closeness or familiarity. Among the insecure, his unspoken promise of an easy companion attracts like moths to a flame & it's for this reason he's amassed the likable reputation he holds.
  
  Caught in transition—between school & practice, practice & home, home & work—there's an impatience that blemishes his face at rest. Though mostly well-intentioned, introspection is lost on a man who's never stopped to look within & it's for this reason there's a callousness to his words, caught in moments of frustration. To Yuuji, there's only results & destinations to reach. Nuance is a lesson left in his memories of Akio: Why didn't you (say something/do anything/speak up)? "It's not that simple, Yuuji."
  
  Back then, kid Yuuji—toward the older sibling he held in high regard—could only 'ohh' & nod. Nowadays, he feels as though.. It is. Just do it.
  
  

  
  

  traits

  
  

  positive

  
  approachable. outgoing. decisive.
  
  

  negative

  
  insensitive. rash. entitled.
  
  
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  growing up

  
  

  A second son, Yuuji's parents had a tendency to dote on him. Even his older sibling, though chaperone is the more apt word. Where some might've shooed away their annoying little brother, Akio tended mostly to get stuck looking after him &, of the quiet disposition, didn't make much fuss for it. With this, where some might've found comfort, Yuuji was born the type to limit test.
  
  There grew comfort in pushing the limits of what was appropriate. It was like no matter what Yuuji did—running away, making a mess, acting out—he'd be forgiven, while his older sibling got told off or his offense would be dismissed. Poor table manners or a habit of speaking out of turn? Akio, tell him better or Ahahah, he's still young; our apologies.
  
  The thing was: Yuuji would always be & there cemented his carefree nature.
  
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  When the charm of being a little kid who could do no wrong wore off, Yuuji pivoted. If not cute, he was fast; if not fast, he was smart; & if not smart, he was funny.
  
  To be seen came easily to Yuuji. At the beginning of junior high, he came about as close to a local track star as a kid could. He was an impossibly lanky boy with the most uncanny ability to fly past any kid in the higher grades. Come his last year, he'd—by then—taken an interest in basketball so naturally he'd found himself a spot as a (insert cool basketball position here) on the school's team when he'd looked for it.
  
  Where there was athleticism & a sense of humor, followed easy peers to make friends with & it was in that manner that he established his everyday: being accompanied by other boys who found him funny, while tailed by admirers who—because he spoke kindly enough—thought there was something more to him.
  
  

  disappearance day

  
  

  To speak truthfully, the mention of his older sibling had scarcely before come up when it came to his social circles.
  
  Practically never, unless it was done so humorously: to point out the staggering differences between the two siblings. It was less of Yuuji keeping them a secret & moreso Akio never making themselves known. Beyond that, there was a three year age difference between them. The only times 'Yuuji's older sibling' really came up was when he'd had friends over: "What's that sound?" "My sibling. They like to thrash in their sleep." "You have a sibling?" "Yeah, he's like old though." "Ohhh..."
  
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  In a matter of a week, attention turned on Yuuji to a degree he'd never before known.
  
  All of junior high, there'd been something up with his sibling. He was weird before, but not to the degree everything escalated to during those three years building up to that fateful day. Frankly, neither of them had been raised superstitious so there was little else to fault besides the plague of adolescence hitting Akio particularly hard—trouble sleeping, antisocial behavior, & an increased rate of trash lining turnover. Maybe Akio got a part time job like him or they were seeing some girl—Yuuji didn't know &, honestly... as much as he hates to think back, he didn't really question or draw attention to it outside of the occasional teasing.
  
  When he'd first been sat down to learn of the missing state of his older sibling, Yuuji skipped school the following day. Though he maybe should've, he didn't join the search effort or visit the old school building or anything like that—he just sulked. After all, he knew. While he didn't want to, it was hard to ignore the teasing chatter amongst his grade towards those who'd been accepted into Shinshirei. Then, still only a junior high schooler, it was hard not to get swept away by the beliefs of others.
  
  Given the circumstance, he was allowed a week of bereavement & entered his own first year of Shinshirei a little later than the rest. In addition to the clandestine interviewers or horror fanatics that'd approach him outside of school, curious classmates now crowded his classroom between passing periods. Were it anyone else, Yuuji might've found offense or deemed it harassment but Yuuji found it... distracting, if nothing else. Never the cool or aloof type, it wasn't uncommon for the kid to break down in the middle of lecture, garnering sympathy in that way.
  
  

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  Yuuji's mellowed out since.
  
  The first months of it all were rough: sat in the living room after his parents headed to bed, positioned in sight of the front door & looking up every once in a while to see... just maybe. By the last semester of his first year, he'd fallen into his current routine of school, practice, & finally hanging out with friends until his parents turned in for the night. Ever since Akio had gone missing, they'd become zombies, entrenched in work or superstition. Conversations with them led back to Akio, a child they'd always ignored until the day they went missing. Compounded, the more Yuuji stayed away, deeper grew the rift between himself & his parents—all hope for a return to normalcy lost by the disappearance of their family's fourth.
  
  At school, things mellowed out too. Though escalated the rumors of curses or familiar blight the more Yuuji outwardly returned to his old self, all memory of Akio tended to fade & settle over time in the eyes of his peers. Caught up in their own worlds, he's recently found himself somewhat left behind too. Toward the end of his second year, he picked up a part time job to fill his time as more & more of his friends turned to cramming or studying as graduation approached. Actually, for the first break ever, he found himself more at home than ever, even staying home at the same time his parents were to play PC games or laze his break away.
  
  Then he found them.
  
  
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  links

  
  playlist: memento mori // scion
  
  

  etc.

  
  — His surname can be read Noritoshi, while his first can be misread as Takeji. He is quick to correct.
  
  — Made habit in their period of grief, Yuuji started to get sent to school with lunch money instead of a packed lunch. As a result, he tends to go missing during lunch to buy himself something.
  
  — Unique ability of attracting animals. Cats brought home typically get thrown out but linger outside their house because Yuuji feeds them.
  
  — Watches skateboarding videos. His favorite creator is Luis Mora, though he doesn't understand English well.
  
  — In speech, it's definitely apparent he was born & raised in Tokyo. Uses a bit too much slang & speaks a bit too fast. Additionally, he has that city curtness about him.
  
  — Hiding a part-time job from his parents in order to afford his shopping habits.
  
  

  likes

  
  cloud watching. bread. hip hop.
  
  

  dislikes

  
  springtime. hot pot. fantasy.
  
  

  relationships

  
  SNARE — Siblings. Yuuji's like a manager covering for a socially awkward employee: "Bear with me, sir. This one's new here." There's no hard feelings, of course. Though not necessarily inconvenienced, Yuuji's not exactly leaping at the opportunity to cover the guy's ass. In true younger brother fashion, there's grumbling when it comes to keeping his sibling's best interest in mind.
  
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  brief overview

  
  There's something infuriating about someone who makes everything look easy.
  
  In kids, an aptitude in running fast & studying well was all one needed to make friends &, for Yuuji, that logic never really changed. The picture of congeniality, the image of him is one often framed by peers, laughing either with or at him but typically in good humor.
  
  For a younger brother, life was one led by the example—prepared for by the mistakes of others. When Snare stumbled, it tended to be Yuuji to stand tall by comparison—"You're so good at that!" Unwittingly, he'd grown up accustomed to the warmth of a spotlight & the one left by the disappearance of his older sibling beamed no differently.
  
  Nowadays, it's hard to connect the easygoing Yuuji of today—chuckling & streaming something on his phone to a crowd of classmates over his shoulder—with the tragedy that befell his family three years ago. Initially, when all that's known of another is misfortune, it's easy for that to be all one sees of them; before name or regard: condolences & sympathy. Where others might've shrank from the reduction, Yuuji found the attention comforting. An invitation to lunch here, offers to hang out there... With a character as lively as his, it was easy to cement himself as more than the brother of Snare & easier to forget the circumstance that allowed such disposition to glint.
  
  

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  It's easier to forget.
  
  His parents, though they'd moved on, couldn't & therefore made it difficult for an avoidant Yuuji to stay home most afternoons. A social life helped distract to the point of normalcy & his proximity to the disappearance granted him some kind of perceived immunity: lightning doesn't strike twice & all that. By all means, the haunted disappearance of Snare was only a year away from being a thing of the past.
  
  Then he found them.
  
  By nature, Yuuji had always been the type to follow through on bets, dares, & things of the like. When distasteful, cryptic letters beckoned him to the old school building, it didn't take much convincing for him to humor them for an afternoon. Worst case scenario, he'd end up blurred on the news; best case, satiated curiosity. Between the two, never could Yuuji have predicted the impossible & how could he? There was futility in challenging the paranormal & Yuuji, bitterly, had long accepted that.
  
  In the matter of an afternoon, unraveled such an easygoing character. An odd rage brought him to claw out his collected letters from his bookbag & shove them in the face, untouched by time, of his younger? older sibling when he'd first found them. A crack in three years of bottled emotions grabbed the pretender below him by the collar & cried: "What gives?!"
  
  

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