โโงโกย ( dean fujioka. non binary. they / them. )ย โฆ thereโs a figure off in the distance, do you see it? wait is that โฆย JUNICHIRO WATANABEย ? how long have they been standing there? if thatโs really them, i believe theyโreย FORTY-THREE.ย do i know them?ย no,ย but i hear theyโreย INQUISITIVEย andย CALCULATIVE, but alsoย DETACHEDย ย andย ELUSIVE. i do know that theyโve been in the city forย THIRTY-FIVE YEARS. itโs crazy that theyโre just standing there โฆ shouldnโt they be working atย OWNER as aย STOKER'S CRYPT? maybe theyโre off today, i couldnโt tell you. hope they get moving soon. iโm starting to feel likeย SHINIGAMI FROM JAPANESE MYTHOLOGYย is peering over at me โฆย
character name: junichiro watanabe / nicknames: jun ( reserved to a tight circle of friends ) / place of birth: โโ, โโโ / birthday:ย january 4th / sexuality: biromantic demisexual / gender identity: non-binary ( they or him ) / zodiac: capricorn / mbti:ย istj / occupation: owner of stoker's crypt / languages: japanese, english, spanish, chinese / moral alignment:ย chaotic neutral / love language:ย acts of service / rift level: legendary / powers:ย ย necromancy ( impermanent, brief ), death sense, intangibility ( momentarily ) / how long ago did the mythos manifest:ย twenty-four years ago / main goal:ย to uncover the mystery of the town, gather information & power of regarding the those in high positions / gang / group name + position: jekyll & hide investigations, the brain
( blood, death, death imagery, necromancy, blasphemy cw )
you are only a child when you meet death.
you remember that day far too well. you return from high school, only a week left until it's done and you will be graduating, the plans all made for where to go to college, what to study. instead, you open the door, and meet a crime scene.
when you think back on that night, you can swear you saw a pair of eyes watching you from the window. then, the red and blue lights of police cars reflect against the glass, and you choose not to remember much of the rest.
life changes much too quickly, and while you are technically an adult now, your next of kin, your grandfather who lives in penson convinces you to come to live with him. fallen into a vast emptiness, you find it impossible to say no.
you study in penson, and you grow up in penson. the mist intrigues you, and it's only a year later that the same pair of eyes start appearing in the corner of your vision. here, and there, and there again. while you are walking at night to your house, when you are locking up your grandfather's library, when you are crouched in a convenience store trying to pick pasta, and a shadow disappears quicker than you can look up.
you believe you officially meet your match when you stand in front of a gravestone. old age, they say, yet you can swear you saw those very same pair of eyes in the window when your grandfather took his last breath.
you stand in the rain, eyes glued to yet another gravestone when the rain suddenly stops. there's the smell of tobacco, accompanied by the sound of steps by your side. r.s. he calls himself. and it's the start of your new life. fate brings you together to mourn on the same day, and that's when you learn more about jekyll & hyde.
it's everything you could want and more. solving mysteries, digging into secrets of anyone and everyone. it gives you a purpose to discover more about the mist, to understand the rifts all around you.
at first, you don't realize you are already one of them, until one fated night in a back alley, you are crouching over someone, trying to keep the blood in their body. r.s. is by your side again, leaning against a wall, smoking more of those goddamn cigars. the person dies slowly under your hands before the ambulances can arrive. you see the light in their eyes leave โย and when you remove your hands and touch them again to take their pulse, they gasp back into life.
it only takes around five more minutes before they are dead again. necromancy, albeit brief, seems to be very useful in your line of work. in the dark, you can swear r.s. grinning down at you, and another pair of eyes from the end of the alley vanishing away.
it never takes properly, you can never figure out why. sometimes it's longer than fifteen minutes, and sometimes it's only a few. it can be challenging to calm someone down enough from their death to get the answers you need, but you get enough practice through the years.
rest of your powers come slowly, the second is intangibility, and it manifests at a night not one of your best. a case that went wrong, no answers received from a decaying body. you swear you see those pair of eyes again, and you run after them with everything you have. it's then that you briefly run through a pole and feel nothing at all. intangibility seems to only work when you are in a heightened state of emotion, which does not come too useful every day.
more years pass as you climb up the ranks, and become the underboss under r.s.. your last and final power does not come until you realize the anxiety at the bottom of your stomach is something else when it is your mentor that's finally taken away from you. his last words are for you to take his mantle, and that's what you do.
it's when you are looking down at yet another gravestone that you realize what it was. that sometimes you can feel death coming. it's not necessarily reliable, but it gives you some sort of power over not knowing at all. it's also ironic, how you have it now, after everyone that you have lost.
you have been the leader for around five years now, the brain behind the operations, the one who calls the shots. you bring the organizations higher and aim for the stars. hoping to reach more information about the mist, the rifts, and the occasional secrets you cannot stay away from. power is everything in this world, and you intend to have it all.
