Touji
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Touji | |
| Touji | |
| Player: @Kamidesu | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Corruptor |
| Security Level: | 11 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Touji Kakoku |
| Known Aliases: | None in particular |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | Twenty-six |
| Height: | 6'-ish |
| Weight: | Light |
| Eye Color: | Brown; mist green contacts |
| Hair Color: | Brown; dyed red-violet |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Confidential |
| Occupation: | Musician |
| Place of Birth: | Tokyo |
| Base of Operations: | Confidential |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Confidential |
| Known Powers | |
| Confidential | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Confidential | |
| Equipment | |
| Confidential | |
| n/a | |
A voice screaming out...Your name.
Surely it will not reach you...my voice.
But for now, I am okay.
Someday in my heart, you will..
Tonight, too, I will dream a dream of you...
Beneath my pillow I placed your letter.
My dream is too cruel, my breathing interrupted,
always, at 4:30am...I awaken in pain
The time is too long...
The time is too painful...
The dream will not stop...
My love is frozen, dead...
On this cold evening...
So, in this long night..
My consciousness is torn apart,
becoming tiny pieces,
my memories scattering...
Your ring, I grasp it as tightly as I can...
My tears soaking my pillow.
Like I cannot hear...blocked up my ears,
your voice..
The scar on my wrist...
Increasing once more,
melting into the wound...You
I am broken. The letter burnt. Becoming ashes.
I am broken. My heart broken. Becoming ashes.
I am broken. I lost you. I love you.
- —Dir en grey, Zakuro
Biography
His father, a well-to-do Japanese businessman, met a foreign woman while abroad on a work trip. What was to be a one-time fling soon grew into a heated relationship through long-distance communications. When business finally allowed him to take time off, Touji's father finally returned to Europe to retrieve his bride to-be. Married quietly, his mother adapted slowly to an indoor life with small social excursions -- such was a common existence for trophy wifes. She kept their living space well, and served her purpose well to the Japanese businessman when she provided him with a son. He was delighted, of course, when young Touji was born healthy and strong. Raised quietly with his mother at home, he was provided with some home-schooling from the best tutors. After all, his father wanted him to follow in his footsteps when he was all grown up.
This desire to mold the boy into a miniature figure of himself was likely the source of his rage when he discovered the young Touji in his mother's room, playing with her make-up. When asked to recall what happened that night, little Touji was unable to recall much of anything, sans waking up in a bathtub full of ice. His mother was found dead in the living room, his father gone, no trace left.
Abandoned to die, Touji spent some time in the hospital to recover from hypothermia before the government put him in a local orphanage. A year passed, with Touji spending most of his time alone and silent. This was to change when one of the other young boys in the orphanage dared to befriend him. Although Touji usually didn't respond to pestering, the persistence of the other boy finally won out, and the boy, Kaede, soon became Touji's best friend.
Touji began to develop a bitter sense of being doomed.
Alone again, he returned to his silent tendencies in high school. A good, albeit non-responsive student, he received mostly passing marks his first freshman quarter. While walking the halls after exams, he ran into a tall, attractive upper classman -- spilling his books all over the floor. He quickly apologized, and went to pick his things up...Quite surprised by the fact that the other male leaned down to help him.
They started talking -- more often than not the other did most of the talking -- and Touji was soon in his apartment.
The senior, Soujuu as Touji came to learn, made short work of Touji. His charming wiles and seemingly caring manner made him putty in the older man's hands. Touji was quickly swept up in the most cliche (albeit homosexual) high school romance that one could possibly fall for. Everything was pure pink sparkly hearts and rainbows.
That was, until Touji accidentally dropped some dishes he was cleaning, and Soujuu hit him. Again presented with a situation he didn't know how to react to, he puzzled over it for quite some time, trying to figure out what he did wrong. When it happened a second time, it was equally confusing. By the time it came to be an every day thing though, he ceased to wonder. Lacking the will, the balls, whatever it was -- Touji lacked something vital to stand up to the man that used and beat him.
Years flew by, with him curled up on the floor, or in the bath tub, or in the kitchen, bleeding.
When he finally put his foot down, it wasn't even to tell Soujuu off -- he simply left. Most of his younger years wasted as another man's toy, Touji embarked into his twenty-something-years with a burning desire to spend the rest of his life alone. As a way to cope, Touji turned to alcohol, cigarettes, and a variety of other ways to handle living. The two that came to the forefront were music, and self-mutilation.
Touji formed a visual kei band named ANGELIC SADISM, which went through a roller coaster track of popularity, although never exceeding beyond indies status. Band members came and went, but they were never permanent.
Just him and his guitar...that's how he preferred it...
Emotionally, Touji is a mess. He is steeped in self-loathing and thus has a high lack of self-confidence. This is hidden behind a carefully crafted mask; in public, Touji is reluctant to show any emotion at all beyond snark and sarcasm. He doesn't do well in social situations, dislikes crowds, and physical contact makes him jumpy. All in all he isn't much of a people person, preferring solitude over anything else. For the most part, the only time he ever seems to open up is when he is performing on stage. It's a therapeutic activity for him.
Relationships / Connections
(All entries subject to editing over time.)
~ Self-Inflicted Muse is primarily Touji's self-funded studio, but also serves as his living space. It is not the most lavish thing available due to the lack of a large budget, but it gets the job done.
