[ sen mitsuji, cismale, he/him ] - was that KAGE HIMURA i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY-FIVE year old who has been in nightrest for THIRTEEN YEARS and works as an OWNER OF THE WEEPING GLASS has a reputation of being CULTIVATED, but also OFF-PUTTING. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with THE DRIP OF RAIN SLIDING DOWN A FOGGED UP WINDOW, A BLACK CAT CROSSING THE STREET, A NIRVANA RECORD SPINNING TOO SLOWLY, & HEAVY RINGS CLUTTERING A TATTOOED HAND. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.
tw: divorce, bullying
Kage (pronounced kah-gey, though the years have heard it be butchered time and time again, nine times out of ten he’ll correct you or pronounce your name wrong in turn) lived predominately in Burlington, Vermont. His parents, even before he was born, were destined for divorce. Who’d have thought a child wouldn’t save that? End the screaming matches and distrust? Growing up in that environment made Kage cynical, especially when it came to love.
When his parents finally split, holding off until he made it to middle school, Kage spent the majority of the time with his mother as his father returned back to the sea, going back to the career as a commercial fisherman that he had ditched in his younger years. It was when his father was back on dry land that Kage would travel down to Rockport for weekends, sometimes weeks in the summer. Rockport became Boston then Boston became Salem.
The jumping back and forth, the learned distrust, Kage had been the kind of kid in school to retreat in towards himself. He was often found sitting at the back corner of class, nose deep in a book or sketching something on paper, always with ink stains on his hands. He’d taken interest in horror movies, The Exorcist his favorite, though Saw always landing towards the top, the first he’d seen in theaters.
His interests made him a target for bullying, another thing that added to the armor he built around himself.
Eventually, he made his way to Northeaster University, majoring in Media Arts and Communication Studies. The dream had been to get into the industry, make a name for himself next to Carpenter and Craven. Look hard enough and you might even find one of his school projects on Youtube.
While the dream hadn’t died, Kage’s trust issues ran deep enough where he didn’t trust himself. His script has been a work in progress for nearly fifteen years. It didn’t even have a title. Something was always wrong with it. The idea when he had moved to Nightrest shortly after college, was for him to write, setting the mood with a creepy seaside down, getting a job at the local oddity shop. It wasn’t supposed to be permanent.
Edgard West had been the original owner of The Weeping Glass. An old man that hobbled around with an injury he refused to fix. “Can’t trust those doctors,” he’d say. Always something new coming out of his mouth. Kage wouldn’t have been the type to say it but that man had become his best friend. It’s what made the goodbye harder. One day Ed placed the keys in his hand, gave him a slap on the back, and said “All yours now, kid.” Kage still gets a monthly postcard from Ed now down in Florida.
Kage isn’t the most friendly resident of Nightrest. He can be harsh and abrupt, preferring not to expand his social circle more than he has to. And even when you’re in that circle, he’s not the most loving, not the type to tell you. But you’ll know it in the small gestures, the little hints Kage gives away.
Tattoos on tattoos on tattoos. Mostly every piece suits his darker aesthetic, with characters from horror movies, the classic skeleton, a death moth on his throat. There’s a few lighter ones in there as well, usually smaller, hidden— like the little drink umbrella near the crook of his elbow. He’s also got a few piercings: ears, an eyebrow, and septum.
Lives next to The Stowaway, though the Beckfords seem to wish he didn’t. Kage doesn’t get along with his neighbors. First it was the painting of his house, the bold black not to their taste. Then it was the overgrown garden. Then it just became sort of a game for Kage to play. Playing his records on high volume often an easy favorite.
He has a Sphynx named Mitsuko, often shortened to Mits, and a Great Dane named Kramer.
Will drink a cocktail before beer or straight liquor any day.
With business hit or miss (usually picking up most in September and October), Kage sells items online, along with some of his sketches. Though the art is submitted under a false name: H. M. Westwood.
I CANNOT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE OMG JUST LIKE AND ALSO HATE HIM THANK YOU <3
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