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expiation application!
Apr. 24th, 2024 03:46 am(CONTENT WARNING: it's dazai, so there are themes pertaining to suicide.)
Player: Novas
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Age: 29
Current Characters: Mochizuki Ryoji, Yuri Lowell
Character Name: Dazai Osamu
Character Canon: Bungo Stray Dogs
Canon Point: Since the latest manga chapter. (119)
Age: 22
Crime:136 counts of conspiracy to murder, 312 counts of extortion, 625 counts of assorted fraud and other crimes, Ignoring his humanity.
Background: Wiki.
Personality: Ask his friends and colleagues who Dazai Osamu is to them, and you will get an unanimous answer: he is a waste of space.
Do not ask help from him, they would say, for he is an office worker’s worst nightmare. All day he lazes around, unmotivated to even take a gander at his paperwork. He disappears from time to time, but you will always find him eventually - tangled on a net set aside in a river, or buried in someone’s lawn. Women might find him attractive, but the illusion dissipates the moment he requests for a lover’s suicide. His only contribution is his role as a bandage wasting device.
This is exactly what he wants you to believe. A tailor-made clown, constructed to fit in any situation. Give them an overt display of misdirection and most would miss the split second of a sharp gaze. Before you know it he is all but a goofy grin. And Dazai thinks, this is the kind of person they are, this is how I could use them.
Dazai is not a good person. Cruelty is imprinted on his mind until it becomes the very blood that pumps in his veins. He remembers every dimension of its taste - on how violence is their currency, how it is their foremost means to survive. It has been eighteen years of that sensation in his head. And outside of that: the numbness, the hollow echo of your shell in realizing you feel nothing at all. Some say that the nightmares never leave you - that the souls you have taken will always haunt your memory because all humans have a conscience, there must be something that makes them look back and regret their choices.
He has not felt any of those in a long, long time, and he thinks that is when he becomes no longer human.
He covers himself in layers of masks and bandages, and hopes that nobody would ever find out what is underneath. He fears the day he manages to take a glance at a mirror and see what he has suspected all along - that his heart is empty, that he is too deep in the abyss to grasp at any thread of salvation or at any chance of finding a reason to live. The thought of it alone is enough to drive him to claw his chest out, to drive his skull through concrete and perhaps by then, finally, he shall know peace.
And yet, there is something else. A small shimmer manages to seep into your world and it’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s realizing how spicy curry can actually be, how much cigarettes stink and maybe that’s why people can be so fond of them. Odasaku radiates benevolence that shouldn’t even exist in this world, and yet here it is. By the time he figures it out, it has been all too late - and for the first time, he realizes what loss truly means.
You’ve gone soft, a former associate tells him. The truth is that he has hidden it all away under the reason of purpose. Because no matter how far he has come away from his past, no matter if he’s gone legal now, it never really goes away. Anger knows so well on how to use your capabilities. It waits to be used because he has something to protect now, and that only makes him deadlier. It’s so easy to think and go back to that eighteen year old instinct, on how to murder in the most painful way possible.
(His blood is black, mafia black - more so than anybody else in this city.)
But things are different now. He sees his co-workers and the agency he now calls his home, and to them he is still the same, even when they discover the truth: their useless bandage wasting device.
Dazai is not nice. He’s too used to the dog eat dog world of the underground. He doesn’t know how to give compliments or words of comfort. When he tries to express such thoughts, it comes out differently - rough and exaggerated and all of it screams fake.
Yet fake is better than nothing, better than the gnawing sense of emptiness and boredom that used to plague him. Perhaps the day shall come where this play pretend to be a goofball and a strange, strange mentor becomes his reality.
Dazai is not kind. His comrades are also his pawns, and the battleground can be simplified as a game. Brutality seeps into his words and his methods. Some days he forgets everything save the realization that everything is a void, that he is nothing but a soulless and heartless void. Some days - on too many days - he wishes for nothing but to die.
But he’s trying.
Perhaps his salvation will come from strays.
Abilities: No Longer Human - Dazai has the power to nullify everything that is considered to be a special ability upon physical contact with the user or the physical manifestation of its ability. This includes magic, superpowers, and other skills that could be gained outside of natural means. This is temporary - the user is capable of accessing their abilities once Dazai is no longer touching them.
This also means that he cannot be affected by magic that benefits him, such as healing abilities. The only window of opportunity is when Dazai can be considered to be clinically dead, a fraction of the second where his brain stops to function before he ultimately passes away.
The nature of his ability activation does possess some very specific limitations. As long as an ability doesn't require contact on his skin or his clothes, he can still be affected by this ability. For example, if one were to create a portal that is summoned below the ground Dazai is on rather than Dazai himself, he could still be transported by this portal.
Furthermore, No Longer Human cannot nullify anything that is part of that person's natural state. If that individual was born as a supernatural being, touching them wouldn't turn that person human.
Chessmaster - Dazai is an intellect that specializes in strategy and psychological warfare. He can notice details that most would overlook and perform calculations on the fly. Rather than predicting actions to the point of creating a singular foolproof plan, Dazai formulates multiple strategies to change and adapt depending on the circumstances.
Many would say that he is practically born to become a mafioso. He is crafty with his hands, capable of breaking any lock and escaping any entrapment. He possesses an impeccable interrogation record, even mentoring several torture specialists. He crafted the Port Mafia's surveillance techniques on his own. There is no doubt that Dazai is a criminal genius.
Inventory: Outside of his bandages and the clothes on his back, he's not carrying anything else - he just came from prison, after all! Chances are he got rid of the prison outfit the next moment he could, he misses wearing beige.
Samples: TDM top level, Sample Two
Questions: I hand over a "The mods can bypass No Longer Human whenever necessary" coupon. Otherwise I'm good!
Player: Novas
Contact:
Age: 29
Current Characters: Mochizuki Ryoji, Yuri Lowell
Character Name: Dazai Osamu
Character Canon: Bungo Stray Dogs
Canon Point: Since the latest manga chapter. (119)
Age: 22
Crime:
Background: Wiki.
Personality: Ask his friends and colleagues who Dazai Osamu is to them, and you will get an unanimous answer: he is a waste of space.
Do not ask help from him, they would say, for he is an office worker’s worst nightmare. All day he lazes around, unmotivated to even take a gander at his paperwork. He disappears from time to time, but you will always find him eventually - tangled on a net set aside in a river, or buried in someone’s lawn. Women might find him attractive, but the illusion dissipates the moment he requests for a lover’s suicide. His only contribution is his role as a bandage wasting device.
This is exactly what he wants you to believe. A tailor-made clown, constructed to fit in any situation. Give them an overt display of misdirection and most would miss the split second of a sharp gaze. Before you know it he is all but a goofy grin. And Dazai thinks, this is the kind of person they are, this is how I could use them.
Dazai is not a good person. Cruelty is imprinted on his mind until it becomes the very blood that pumps in his veins. He remembers every dimension of its taste - on how violence is their currency, how it is their foremost means to survive. It has been eighteen years of that sensation in his head. And outside of that: the numbness, the hollow echo of your shell in realizing you feel nothing at all. Some say that the nightmares never leave you - that the souls you have taken will always haunt your memory because all humans have a conscience, there must be something that makes them look back and regret their choices.
He has not felt any of those in a long, long time, and he thinks that is when he becomes no longer human.
He covers himself in layers of masks and bandages, and hopes that nobody would ever find out what is underneath. He fears the day he manages to take a glance at a mirror and see what he has suspected all along - that his heart is empty, that he is too deep in the abyss to grasp at any thread of salvation or at any chance of finding a reason to live. The thought of it alone is enough to drive him to claw his chest out, to drive his skull through concrete and perhaps by then, finally, he shall know peace.
And yet, there is something else. A small shimmer manages to seep into your world and it’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. It’s realizing how spicy curry can actually be, how much cigarettes stink and maybe that’s why people can be so fond of them. Odasaku radiates benevolence that shouldn’t even exist in this world, and yet here it is. By the time he figures it out, it has been all too late - and for the first time, he realizes what loss truly means.
You’ve gone soft, a former associate tells him. The truth is that he has hidden it all away under the reason of purpose. Because no matter how far he has come away from his past, no matter if he’s gone legal now, it never really goes away. Anger knows so well on how to use your capabilities. It waits to be used because he has something to protect now, and that only makes him deadlier. It’s so easy to think and go back to that eighteen year old instinct, on how to murder in the most painful way possible.
(His blood is black, mafia black - more so than anybody else in this city.)
But things are different now. He sees his co-workers and the agency he now calls his home, and to them he is still the same, even when they discover the truth: their useless bandage wasting device.
Dazai is not nice. He’s too used to the dog eat dog world of the underground. He doesn’t know how to give compliments or words of comfort. When he tries to express such thoughts, it comes out differently - rough and exaggerated and all of it screams fake.
Yet fake is better than nothing, better than the gnawing sense of emptiness and boredom that used to plague him. Perhaps the day shall come where this play pretend to be a goofball and a strange, strange mentor becomes his reality.
Dazai is not kind. His comrades are also his pawns, and the battleground can be simplified as a game. Brutality seeps into his words and his methods. Some days he forgets everything save the realization that everything is a void, that he is nothing but a soulless and heartless void. Some days - on too many days - he wishes for nothing but to die.
But he’s trying.
Perhaps his salvation will come from strays.
Abilities: No Longer Human - Dazai has the power to nullify everything that is considered to be a special ability upon physical contact with the user or the physical manifestation of its ability. This includes magic, superpowers, and other skills that could be gained outside of natural means. This is temporary - the user is capable of accessing their abilities once Dazai is no longer touching them.
This also means that he cannot be affected by magic that benefits him, such as healing abilities. The only window of opportunity is when Dazai can be considered to be clinically dead, a fraction of the second where his brain stops to function before he ultimately passes away.
The nature of his ability activation does possess some very specific limitations. As long as an ability doesn't require contact on his skin or his clothes, he can still be affected by this ability. For example, if one were to create a portal that is summoned below the ground Dazai is on rather than Dazai himself, he could still be transported by this portal.
Furthermore, No Longer Human cannot nullify anything that is part of that person's natural state. If that individual was born as a supernatural being, touching them wouldn't turn that person human.
Chessmaster - Dazai is an intellect that specializes in strategy and psychological warfare. He can notice details that most would overlook and perform calculations on the fly. Rather than predicting actions to the point of creating a singular foolproof plan, Dazai formulates multiple strategies to change and adapt depending on the circumstances.
Many would say that he is practically born to become a mafioso. He is crafty with his hands, capable of breaking any lock and escaping any entrapment. He possesses an impeccable interrogation record, even mentoring several torture specialists. He crafted the Port Mafia's surveillance techniques on his own. There is no doubt that Dazai is a criminal genius.
Inventory: Outside of his bandages and the clothes on his back, he's not carrying anything else - he just came from prison, after all! Chances are he got rid of the prison outfit the next moment he could, he misses wearing beige.
Samples: TDM top level, Sample Two
Questions: I hand over a "The mods can bypass No Longer Human whenever necessary" coupon. Otherwise I'm good!