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TERUKI SATOU.....................................Angel's Charge
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【 Origin 】.. Japan.................................【 Sexuality 】....Homosexual
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6'0" | Brown | Brown
His taste in clothes veers away from the flamboyant and trendy and more often than not could be considered business-casual. The colors of his clothes are soft, earthy, if not monochrome and are simple in design, lacking patterns and words in favor for solid color or the occasional flannel. It's on the days when he stays home that what he wears best suits his personality; warm sweatpants and pullover hoodies, his contacts traded for thick framed glasses, his hair curly, and disheveled. There is only one permanent image of who his is on the inside - the tattoo on the inside of his right forearm, horizontal to his elbow, reading ‘XXIII:I-III’. Other than the small, black tattoo, he lets himself fade in attempt to become near unnoticeable, hiding his inner self to maintain his fragile sense of identity.
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Compassionate | Withdrawn | Scholarly | Melancholic
At the break of dawn he eases himself into reality. His sheets are damp, he puts them in the wash; he prepares breakfast, sliced tuna, rice and greens; he reads the news, watching the world from a two bedroom apartment, in which he lives alone.
He prays before he eats, and he washes his dishes before leaving for work. He won’t return until the late, it’s likely he’ll either buy dinner near the subway station. At one point he used to live up to his name, but he lost his strong, golden heart on the wheel on time. The idealist he once was in university had eroded and if he hadn’t whittled it into a very specific, manageable shape, then it would have destroyed himself. Who would have thought that a career in the PSIA was the wrong path towards changing the world for the better? He should have stopped once carrying a gun had become a normal part of his daily life.
These days his colleagues at Todai call him a pragmatic flower child, though he doesn’t suppose they’re wrong (although it’d be nice if they stopped buying him fruity drinks at the bar for it). Teruki’s life feels like a slow moving stream; he watches the koi swim by like memories, and he sees the world reflected in curved, subtle distortions. He’s kind, clever, and peaceful, and it may or may not make up for the whiskey in his morning coffee or the lives he harmed in the past. Before he returned to academia he was a bleeding heart with poor trigger control, now he’s a humanitarian who tip-toes carefully across grass. He too is the fragile type, so it’s only right for him to soften himself, and become gentle.
He bruises easily and is known for crying, and he carries a first-aid kit in his back pocket and is known to stay awake until the latest hours of the night. There’s no clear objective in his life now, only deadlines and vague curiosity, tethered by the idealistic desire of transforming the world. Now that he’s older he understands the dangers of explosive change, and how overnight revolutions build feeble cities without foundations. He’s more attuned to pulling weeds, maintained by consistency and diligence, and as people around him speeds up Teruki slows down.
Instead of drowning, he learns how to breath underwater and opposite of both dying and living, he adapts to the gray between separate extremes. That’s how he learned to survive; to stop fighting, to let the bad flood in with the good, and make it his own.
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situations. He is particularly adept in managing high stress environments, people, and tasks.
「TACTILE」 ➤..His hands are adept to completing difficult, detailed tasks
and have exemplary muscle memory from formal training and the handing of firearms.
「PRAGMATIC」 ➤..His approach to problem solving, while not notably creative or
outstandingly clever, is often thoroughly planned for the most effective, long-term solution.
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and strongly prefers his independence, and often acts on his own.
「MACHIAVELLIAN」 ➤..Willfully engages in underhanded tactics such as manipulation
in threatening situations and for solution fulfillment, although he is restricted by his morality.
「VULNERABLE」 ➤..Subject of trauma, Teruki is emotionally fragile. His reactions
to certain stimulus can be tumultuous, and he avoids interpersonal relationships.
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The world was a beautiful place; he just hadn’t seen any of it. The macabre visions he saw in Tokyo was a symptom to an illness, of sin drawn from desperation, and he wanted to cure the peoples’ sins like they were welts and cuts without killing the host first.
When he was accepted into Todai he celebrated by packing his suitcase. As much as he wished he hadn’t, Teruki lost his love for his parents in maturity. This wasn’t because they were unusually cruel people, it was because they always trapped him in a vigil of silence, not wanting to hear the truth of his whole, hidden self. He was always passionate but never loud, and university days were spent in mountains of textbooks while he spent his nights searching for something, or someone, to show him the way. He stretched his arms out to catch what he could, and his open heart came through with lesions and scars. His degree in psychology, complimented by forensic sciences, was only earned with a billion gallons of coffee and several dozens of hangovers. At this point in time he thought he was approaching the light, and the goals he had set, when he was still naïve and believed unquestionably in the good of humankind.
Learning to shoot a gun was a practice in protection and a requirement to becoming an agent, and he learned to sooth his shaking hands in the case of taking a life. When he was younger he had hated guns for the needless pain and destruction they unleash but then, when he became an analyst and agent for the PSIA, it felt like it was a piece of the puzzle to saving the world. He hadn’t understood how easily it is for a human heart to swell with corruption.
The four years he spent at the PSIA felt like a lifetime: he worked himself halfway towards death, earned the respect of his peers and superiors alike for his sharp mind and clever charisma. He thought of his partner like a blood relative and because of this, despite the secrets he had sworn to keep and the isolation of the job, his loneliness waned. Yuko Yokoyama kept him sane throughout those years, as he did for her. They thought they were servicing the world, and they thought they were saving people. The first time he shot someone, it felt like a good deed, not an act of violence.
The last time he fired a gun a piece of him was dragged deep beneath the earth. The mistake was rationalized by a board of his superiors and licensed psychologists, but the idea of forgiving himself for killing Yuko reminded him of sin. He had been sick with adrenaline and paranoia and she was too young, when he killed her with one pull of the trigger, he swore he saw something evil flicker in his soul.
Teruki could have kept his job, but the life he had lived began to give him nightmares and nausea. He resigned and returned to school for a doctorate in criminal psychology, and after graduation he stayed at Todai, having taken a job as a professor. He lost his faith in himself, and he had lost faith in the world. There’s no more adventure or danger in his life, there’s just slow methodical process and controlled, sterile research. He had caged himself, binding his wings, and he does so without realizing the true harm he’s done to his soul by clipping his wings.
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Has bird feeders on his balcony.
Owns dozens of potted plants.
Grows herbs, hot peppers, & some vegetables.
Heavy drinker. Prefers whiskey.
Smokes cigarettes.
Previously diagnosed with PTSD.
Owns a revolver. Unregistered.
English is his second language.
Is a practicing Christian.