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#DETONATIONS.   blow 'em up once, twice, thrice; turn off their life's lights! this is an oc rp blog based in the universe of pokémon. may include spoilers for scarlet & violet. please look to the carrd for further information & rules. keep in mind this blog is 21+ only and will contain dark themes.

Growing up as the heir of an underground weapons manufacturing and trade business, many expectations were laden upon Junpei's shoulders. These were heavy from the get-go, threatening to debilitate him emotionally and psychologically; but even that didn't serve to completely smother Junpei's innocuousness during his youth. Despite everything, he was a gentle child, pining for the affection of both his beloved mother and more prickly father.

One thing that always held him back, in the eyes of his father, was his sensitivity. Falling over, scraping his elbow or knee, being grabbed or pinched just the slightest bit too roughly—these all led to the same thing: crying and tear-streaked cheeks. He would blubber and wail, redness filling his face, drops of upset filling his eyes. His father initially let it slide because he was "too young", but even before his second birthday, his father would reprimand him and tell him, and his mother, that he needed to "toughen up". He was too busy with the business, and he wanted his wife to take care of this perceived flaw; to eradicate it in due time.

This sensitivity persevered, however to a lesser degree, into his adolescence. While mitigated, numbed, he still held a strong aversion to pain. He would do anything to circumvent getting into painful situations; he would wince to witness such events happening to others as well, much to the disgruntle of his father. It held him back. This was what led, in part, to his predilection towards explosives over something, say, like guns or swords or knives. Explosives were big, dramatic, but they were also something which didn't involve pain if you knew them well enough.

And if you didn't know them well enough, you'd likely perish within seconds. Junpei considered this a win-win.

After everything that went down in his home situation—his father dying during a mysterious detonation in their family home, his mother usurping the business and cradling it beneath her wing, his gradual anger-turned charisma—Junpei sought to make a name for himself in the underground scene. He would take part in illegal battling. He would bribe and coerce, seeking to avoid physical pain.

But that was to change when he participated in the illegal ring known as the Amphitheatre; a joint human-pokémon fighting ring. His bribes fell through, and he suffered a humiliating defeat. He broke his arm, fractured various other bones, and his partner killed during a lavish, cocky parade of his misery. It felt so utterly devastating to Junpei that, as he recovered, he knew he had to do something about it. Something to curb his aversion and emotions once and for all.

It was too devastating otherwise.

Firstly, he looked into medications. While they worked briefly, they eventually wore off and he'd need to keep on going and going, having more and more until it would threaten too much for his body. Then, during his research, he happened upon the legend of mesprit. The legendary pokémon of emotion. Supposedly, one touch would sap you dry of your emotions. This was perfect, as far as Junpei was concerned. What solidified his launch into a chase, however, was the fact that the legend included the word pain. It didn't specify physical pain, and he figured it meant emotional, but he thought it better than nothing.

Once he found mesprit, once he touched it without its permission, he were to never feel physical pain again. His emotions, yes, they were gone too, but they recovered over time. He became a husk of himself, so listless and without enthusiasm nor passion, but over several years, those were to return.