Dossier.

• STATS.

NAME : osamu dazai
NICKNAMES : twin dark, rock-for-brains, sorry-waste of good bandages
AGE : 22
DATE OF BIRTH : june 19
ETHNICITY : japanese
RELATIONSHIP STATUS : verse dependent
PLACE OF BIRTH : yokohama, japan
CURRENT LOCATION : yokohama, japan
OCCUPATION : private investigator at the ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY, previously youngest executive in the PORT MAFIA
FAMILY : none (╥﹏╥)

• APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 181 cm ( 5 ' 11" )
WEIGHT: 67 kg
EYE COLOR: dark brown
HAIR COLOR: wavy, short, dark brown hair that falls in his face
FASHION: can always be seen wearing a tan coat and a bolo tie, as well as bandages wrapped around his body
SPECIAL ABILITIES: no longer human - nullification of other abilities. there are no exceptions to this power, no matter how strong another ability may be.

• MENTAL

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral
MBTI: ENTP-A
ENNEAGRAM: outwardly type 7, inwardly type 5
POSTIVE TRAITS: confident, quick witted, resourceful, perceptive, enthusiastic
NEGATIVE TRAITS: apathetic, dishonest, melodramatic, unethical, manipulative

• ABOUT

osamu dazai's life was a series of tragedies. born into a wealthy family, he was neglected by his parents, turned away at every chance they had. primarily, he was noticed by his grandfather who was an ex-government spy, now retired. his grandfather's enemies, however, were very much so still in action. on multiple occasions, their home was attacked and dazai watched, wordlessly, as private security filled bodies with bullets, slaughtering anyone that dared to step onto the property without permission. his grandfather encouraged it, urging osamu to study it, to learn from those who came close to breaching the front door.

they learned of his ability when he was only three years old. their home was attacked by an ability user, capable of disintegrating anything his blood touched, who was in search of government documents hidden away on the estate. they made the mistake of grabbing dazai as a hostage only to find their ability no longer worked no matter what they tried. they pushed him away and ran, nobody ever expected to see him again.

after they learned that dazai had such an exceptional ability, his parents began to notice him more, but only when they could use him. they had friends in high places, politicians curious about the world of ability users, and his grandfather would often host dinners, inviting old friends over to tell war stories. his parents told grand tales of their little boy, capable of stopping any ability with just touch alone. they'd order him in the room, just to push him around, having him hold hands with any ability user present. at every turn he was told how he should use his ability, how he had a responsibility to do as he was instructed because he had such a power. he hated it.

if he so much as attempted to protest behind the scenes, there were strict punishments. his father would beat him until he was left bloody and bruised, only for his mother to yell at him to wipe the blood from his nose and make himself presentable.

two years after the incident with the ability user, he returned. at six years old, dazai heard crashing in the middle of the night and went to investigate, only to find the man standing above his grandfather, driving a knife into his own arm to burn his grandfather alive, dissolving him until he was just bones. dazai knew he could stop the man with touch alone, but he thought of the abuse his grandfather ignored, the abuse the man often took part in, he thought of way he had him watch men die before he could speak.

his grandfather yelled for dazai to do something, asking the world of a child when he had never tried to give it to him. dazai didn't move. he watched, with dark eyes, and when his grandfather screamed for him to move, he simply said, "i'm learning."

he turned and went back to bed before it was over and the ability user slipped out without another word. the next morning, he pretended to be consumed with grief, screaming and whining, asking where his grandfather was as any normal child would. no one ever suspected the truth.

osamu quickly learned the power that words had. he used them to his advantage, talking his way out of beatings and planting doubt in how faithful his father was. the man never come close to cheating, but when osamu walked in on his mother enraged over the mere possibility as a result of miscommunication, dazai leaned into it, claiming to have seen something and creating a rift between them.

for a little bit, it increased the severity of the abuse on both sides, each looking for somewhere to put their anger. but in the end, it lessened it significantly, both of them far too obsessed with the other to even notice dazai was there.

perhaps the worst of his childhood was that dazai was bored. there was nothing capable of entertaining him in the world, he found he didn't fit in with others his age, they thought too simply. he struggled to feel anything, moving through the years as a shell of a human being, an empty void where his heart should have been.

he expressed as such to his parents, explaining that he had no desire to live, even as a child. he began trying to see if nearly dying might make him feel the same emotions others spoke of. he threw himself into danger, trying to hurt himself, and sometimes, trying to end his life.

his parents never made any attempts to discuss this, sweeping it under the rug when they would return home to dazai covered in blood, yelling at him not to make such a mess of the place. when he was eight years old, he ran away, exhausted with the amount of pain he endured at the hands of his parents, tired of being treated as if he were no longer human, but just a prized ability to be paraded around.

with nowhere to go, dazai found himself in the slums of yokohama. where most would have died, dazai thrived. having been exposed to death from a young age on, he had no qualms about the bodies that could be found stacked on the corners or the beatings he saw down the alleys he was smart enough to avoid. plenty saw him and only saw a weak, young, child incapable of defending himself. he proved time and time again how wrong they were, often baiting his enemies into killing each other.

he had little value for his own life, never quite caring whether he lived or died and despite all odds, he continued to wake up day after day. it was misery. what he dreamed of more than anything was for someone to save him, for someone to be smart enough to best him and end his life. he tried, all methods of suicide attempts creating a mosiac of scars across his body, but nothing worked.

eventually, the sheep approached him, invited him to join. he had no interest in such things, he did not want to be ordered around by some kids he was more intelligent than. he had hoped that at some point, he would feel something, anything, but he never did. by the time he was fourteen, dazai was tired. he took a blade to his wrists, hoping desparetly that it might be painless and quick.

to his dismay, he was saved and taken in by mori ogai, a doctor that would go on to take over the port mafia, killing the previous boss in front of dazai and using him as witness, to confirm that the previous boss had named him next in line.

mori made a deal with dazai: do one job for him and if he still wished to die afterwards, he would make him a concoction that would kill him painlessly. dazai agreed and by the end of it, had decided that he wanted to search for a reason to live. he officially joined the port mafia, quickly rising up the ranks due to his quick wit and brutality.

he befriended a low-level agent of the mafia - sakunosuke oda - and upon his death he asked of dazai one thing: to be on the side that saves people. dazai left the mafia two weeks later, going underground for two years and joining the armed detective agency afterwards.

at the ada, dazai partners with kunikida, helping the ada immensely with his skills as a strategist and knowledge of the port mafia's tactics.