#ango|headcanon

[manynarrators]

What kind of mark do you leave?

//I did this one twice because I wasn’t sold on the first result, so I’ll post both answers.

Frightened

Hooo boy you are scary. People either feel intimidated by you or they're definitely nervous. Who knew people like that existed? You know you make people a bit scared, but to be honest, you don't mind it. Having such a strong personality is not something everyone can deal with, so wear it with pride! And maybe relax the shoulders a bit? You aren't mean, but you can definitely be very sharp edged. It's easy to tick you off sometimes but you're not super explosive and that's what makes you scary. One could say you're INCREDIBLY intelligent. Sometimes so much that you get a little quiet from time to time but you rebound by doing outlandish things every now and then. Kind of like a tornado in an eerily quiet cornfield. Bonus points for being so cool though!

Melancholic

Now now, you don't make people sad! You're like a quiet mist, a fog that rolls in and makes people talk in lower voices and think a lot. You're like nostalgia walking, people meet you and feel like they could have known you on the swing set as a kid, or someone who left a lasting impression all those years ago. You're good at advice, but it's never attached too hard to emotion. You're like a wise old sage, you tell of things that are true, and you don't waste time on any of the hysterics. You move calmly, like a lazy river on a chilly autumn day, and you remind people of the rain, quiet and contemplative. Everyone needs someone like you to ground them.

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[manynarrators]

What sky are you?

Starry sky

you're sometimes overwhelmed by how much you feel, and you don't always know what to do with all those feelings. you value honesty. you want to feel at peace, and you try not to take the little things for granted. you believe you are part of something bigger than yourself. your actions and opinions reflect your care for other people. you're not necessarily an optimist but you hold onto hope. you take life as it comes, but you don't let it walk all over you

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[manynarrators]

Why do you hunt monsters?

to find yourself. to find yourself. to find yourself.

somehow you can't shake the feeling that there should be more to life. you follow the rules (that's all you do, is follow the rules) so why do you feel so empty? why can't you shake the feeling that something's gone horribly wrong? that you're just going through the motions? that you've forgotten something extremely important? you are trapped in a system that doesn't care about you. you fight monsters because that's what you're supposed to do (at least, that's what you say when you're asked) but really it's because you need a purpose. until you get it, you'll just do what you've always done: forge an identity through labor. you reap what you sow. you ARE what you sow. you will keep sowing until you are unwoven. you have dreams of a different life, without work, the sun is so bright in these visions. but they're only dreams, and then you wake up, and you drink a mug of coffee (black, burns your throat) and you realize that there's more work to do. so you do it. who else will, if not you? somebody has got to finish the group project. somebody has got to be competent. it's you. it's always been you. maybe someday you can reunite with the version of yourself you see in twilight sleep, on the insides of your eyelids, in the smoke from your friend's joint. until then, don't despair -- there is always more work to do.

[manynarrators]

AESTHETIC     HEADCANON     MUSIC     CHARACTER

• QUICK STATS •

NAME :: Ango Sakaguchi (Kanji: 坂口 安吾. Rōmaji: Sakaguchi Ango) NICKNAME :: n/a FANDOM :: Bungou Stray Dogs GENDER :: male  ORIENTATION :: demiromantic, homosexual BIRTHDAY :: October 20th ZODIAC :: Libra  SHIPS :: /Sakunosuke Oda, /Osamu Dazai, /Chuuya Nakahara, /Fyodor Dostoevsky, and chemistry

• BIOGRAPHY •

Ango Sakaguchi was a bright child, with too wide eyes he hid behind glasses, and bitten back secrets that weren’t his to tell. If he were any other child, then he’s certain his parents marriage would have been unhappy but not quite so... tumultuous. His parents weren’t bad, they kept a roof over his head, kept food in the cupboard, told him they loved him, but they didn’t love each other, and even at 7, Ango kept from touching things in the house because there were things he didn’t want to see.

By 10, his parents had gotten a divorce, and he spent 3 months in his mother’s custody until it became harder for her and he’d be sent to spend the weekend with his aunt every fortnight, and then every week, until he just never went home. He thinks it might be different if he had been a normal child, and not one that saw and felt the memories of every object he touched.

His aunt hadn’t wanted children, but she loved Ango— her house had always felt scrubbed and bleached under the affect of his powers, memories and feelings that seemed distant, and fuzzy. It was a comfort compared to the tension that had characterized his parents home, that had seeped into everything.

She kept large plastic sheets under the sink for on days he couldn’t bring himself to want to see anything, and she would lay it out on a chair, or his bed, or the floor and it kept everything muffled and clean.

When he was 17, the government approached him with a job offer, and he accepted it, and excelled even when the training was hard and left him exhausted at the end of the day. But he finished at the top of his class, and within six months, there’d been the offer from the Port Mafia.

It should have been an easy assignment. He was supposed to go in, and read their books, their information, gives them help and filters all the information back to where his real loyalties lay. It was supposed to be easy, because it wasn’t hard to betray an organization that you didn’t care for.

But then he grew attached to the Port Mafia’s youngest executive, and the man who refused to kill, and suddenly, he wasn’t just another member of the Port Mafia-- he had friends that dragged him out for drinks, and would invade his office to make sure he’d eaten and slept.

When Mori sent him to infiltrate Mimic he didn’t refuse, but that didn’t make it any easier when the world he knew came crumbling down in shatters. It didn’t make Oda’s death, or Dazai hating him easier. 

It was justified, he tells himself, it was the job and he wouldn’t do it any differently. He isn’t certain he believes himself when he lets himself stop working, and think about it, but that doesn’t change what happened or what he had to live with.

• PHYSICAL •

FACE CLAIM ::  Zhu Yilong HEIGHT :: 5′8″ BUILD :: thin, a bit undernourished VISUAL AGE :: 25  ACTUAL AGE :: 25 HAIR :: black  EYES :: hazel  SPECIES :: human HAND :: right GLASSES :: yes  IDENTIFYING :: Ango actively avoids most forms of vulnerability. He keeps a professional distance between people emotionally, and away keeps his bare skin from touching almost anything. Direct eye contact is easier to avoid when people struggle to see past the glare on his glasses.

• MENTAL •

FAITH :: shinto MARITAL STATUS :: single OCCUPATION :: Special Division for Unusual Powers assistant counselor. Information agent (former) EDUCATION :: A year and a half of training by the Special Division for Unusual Powers, and some rather “trial by fire” lessons in the Port Mafia. QUIRKS :: Ango is incredibly peculiar on the objects that he uses, due to his ability Discourse on Decadence, that allows him to read the emotions and memories of a particular object.