NAME :// OSAMU DAZAI
ORIGIN :// BUNGOU STRAY DOGS
AGE :// TWENTY-TWO JOB :// PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR FC :// SOTA FUKUSHI
Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in my house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
And I’ll be dead before the day is done
(suicide tw, suicidal thoughts tw, suicide mention tw, death tw, depression tw)
Dazai was orphaned at birth, never knowing who his parents and never quite caring for that matter either. While the other children at the orphanage he met would often ask or spend hours talking about what their parents must have been like, he looked at the conversation as being a pointless waste of time. In fact, he didn’t talk much with the other children at all. He was a quiet kid, often sitting to the side and observing everyone carefully, picking situations apart until he figured out how every tiny event had played out and what had caused it to play out in such a way. It didn’t take long for him to learn that he had a knack for knowing how people worked and it took even less time for him to start using it to his advantage.
He found no joy in simple everyday activities like the games all of the other kids would play. No matter how many school teachers encouraged him to get involved, he refused, sticking to where he wanted on the sidelines. For as long as he could remember, there had never been anything that made him happy, there was always this emptiness in him, a hole that could be filled by nothing and nobody. There was hardly anything he was emotionally invested in and when he did turn to things that were logic based, he found it all too easy. School felt as if it were below him, everything that was taught was far too simple.
Dazai spent years searching for an escape, for some possible way to fill that hole and when even academics failed him, he turned back to people. He forced himself to gain an even deeper insight and with time, he learned there wasn’t a soul he couldn’t predict. He thought there wasn’t a single part of the whole universe that could provide even a challenge to him. Upon this realization, he instead decided to look for an escape. At fourteen, he thought he found his solution in suicide, but it landed him in a hospital. It was there that he met a man that would change his life forever.
The doctor who helped Dazai recover, a man named Ogai Mori, took Dazai in at the end of his stay at the hospital. It was that very night that Dazai learned he was not who he said he was. The man was in fact a member of the largest organized crime unit, a group called the Port Mafia. After killing the previous leader in front of Dazai, Mori told him that the story they would tell was that the leader had died of an illness and that he wished for Mori to take his place. Dazai, unaffected from what he had just witnessed, decided that perhaps in a world of bloodshed and war he could find a way to fill the hole that’s always been there.
So, Dazai stays, Mori grooming him and raising him to one day be his right hand man. But Dazai discovers, he not only fits in with the Port Mafia, but he excels there. Having no apprehensions about doing anything, Dazai rises in the ranks faster than anyone before, becoming the youngest executive in the history of the Port Mafia at just sixteen. He gains a reputation as being ruthless and calculating, cruel and mysterious. He’s known as a man who demands to be feared not with his words but with his actions, treating even the subordinate he’s training named Akutagawa without even a shred of mercy. Dazai is cold to nearly everyone, startling even Mori with how dark and intelligent he proves himself to be.
Yet, to a certain extent, Dazai is an actor. His lies and manipulation going so far that even the true version of himself is rarely seen by anyone. His attitude changing depending on who he is surrounding himself with in that moment. The first person who he showed another side of himself to was a boy his age named Chuuya, who he had been ordered to work with for a few missions. It was a partnership that became known by most, due to the sheer damage the two often caused when they did work on something together. The two quickly formed a rivalry but behind all that was something similar to a friendship.
To Dazai, Chuuya was a person who he enjoyed teasing, resulting in them bickering whenever in the presence of the other. He found what bothered him and latched onto it, making jokes and jabs about anything he thought would annoy the other enough to produce a reaction. It wasn’t hard to do, Chuuya was a person that was hot-headed and Dazai got under his skin with ease. It was rare for Dazai to see anyone as his equal and while he didn’t quite see Chuuya as that, he saw him as being closer to that than really anyone else. It resulted in him being not as ruthless, to smile and laugh even, but even that wasn’t enough to get rid of the empty feeling that filled Dazai.
The only person who ever came close to that was someone Dazai met back when he was a new member. It was a low-ranking member who rarely did any jobs of much interest named Oda. Oda was the only person to truly know Dazai, to know about how he felt as if he were alone in the world, how nothing fixed the hole. Not only was he the only person to truly know Dazai, but he was the only one to understand him. Dazai clinged to this, spending most of his free time with him for years. To others looking in, it was odd, it was a time where Dazai was gaining notoriety, right before he became an executive, most wouldn’t think he had time for some lowly member that truly didn’t contribute much. But the closer Dazai grew with him, the more he smiled. Even after becoming an executive, he would push Oda to talk about the menial tasks he did that day instead of explaining whatever grandiose plan he had put into action that day.
Two years after becoming an executive, at eighteen, Dazai and Oda would go drinking together in a tiny bar in the part of town that most wouldn’t be caught dead in late at night. He would order the same drink, he would always beg Oda to talk about his day, and they’d toast to something. Little by little, Dazai started to feel happier, to taste the hint of what life might be like if he could only find a way to not feel so empty.
Just as he thought that might happen, Oda died in a conflict with a rival organization. But just before doing so, he told Dazai that the hole he felt in him would never be filled and that although he knew that good or evil didn’t matter to Dazai, that he should choose good because striving to be a better person was a much more beautiful life to live. His dying wish was for Dazai to change, not who he was, but who he aligned himself with. To this day, Dazai considers Oda to be the only true friend he has ever had in life.
Right after Oda’s death, Dazai left the Port Mafia. After being assigned a mission, he aborted it halfway through and disappeared. With the punishment for desertion being death, Dazai took two years to erase any proof of his existence or trail and left his home planet, travelling around and staying underground until he landed on Yen Sid finally at the age of twenty. From there he scoured for work, anything that would allow for him to do good. He quickly found himself a home in an eccentric group of people who worked at a private investigation business called the Armed Detective Agency. He knew he wouldn’t work well in a place filled with too many rules and with the laid back attitude of everyone, it was a near perfect fit. The people were passionate enough about doing good and they followed the law, often working with police rather than around them.
Now, Dazai is almost unrecognizable from the man he used to be. He’s jovial and positive, often teasing his co-workers and trying to be comedic. His closer coworkers and friends know he was involved with a criminal organization and some are even aware of the fact that he was a high-ranking member within that. But few know the extent of what he did and Dazai would prefer to keep it that way. In fact, he prefers to keep most things close to his chest.
But despite the change in work, the Dazai that did atrocious things is still in there. He’s still calculating and manipulative, he’s still quick-witted, and he’s still just as willing as he always had been to commit those atrocious things if need be. As when it comes down to it, he did just what Oda asked him to do, not to change himself but to change what he did. Now, those skills are being used for good, even if Dazai personally doesn’t care about what they are being used for. He has a knack for finding who they need to and he can easily tell when a someone is lying, not to mention he’s skilled with weapons and in martial arts due to his time with the Port Mafia.
At twenty-two years old now, that feeling of emptiness is still there, present as ever, but it’s faded just slightly. While there are some days he wants to escape from life forever, most of the time that’s not entirely the case anymore. He’s with a good group of people. He has a new partner that he works with that is nothing like Chuuya, but is just as fun to tease and perhaps even easier to. He’s even taken to helping someone named Atsushi, but he treats him fairly and with kindness, not even an ounce of the cruelty he used on his previous subordinate is present. Dazai has learned that Oda was right, that hole of emptiness in him will probably never be filled, but he smiles now when he stares out at the sunset to think, and that’s far more beautiful than how things were in the past.
bandaged hands, the sound of a lock being picked, the heavy weight of a gun in hand, the smell of old books, the taste of a whiskey on the rocks, the ticking of a clock, matches burning, trusting no one and sharing nothing, a smile that’s never been real, rain hitting the ground on a silent night.
He’s known to be lazy by some of his current co-workers, often making it seem like he’s doing nothing at all when in reality he’s been figuring everything out and just neglecting to tell anyone else his plans or predictions.
He seems to always have some type of injury wrapped in bandages.
Despite not talking about what he used to do, he doesn’t feel guilt over it in anyway but he keeps it a secret as he feels others could use it against him.
Since coming to Yen Sid, he’s run into a few people from his past in the Port Mafia, they’re aware of where he’s at, but they’ve made no moves to attack him yet.
He can be quite selfish, putting his own wants above everyone else’s and not caring who really gets hurt as long as he gets what he wants in the end.
He is always carrying a weapon with him, usually a handgun.
Doppo Kunikida : work partner who he would hesitantly consider a friend.
Atsushi Nakajima : the newest member to the armed detective agency, he’s taken him under his wing and is mentoring him.
Chuuya Nakahara : ex-work partner that he seems to keep running into, an enemy unless a situation arises where they have to work together.
Ryunosuke Akutagawa : someone he was mentoring when he was in the port mafia, only speaks to him when he has a use for him, doesn’t care for him besides that.
AVAILABILITY :// OPEN || TAKEN BY LEAH
