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Character: Amano
Series: Livingstone.
Character Age: Teenager
Canon: You know those places in the world where tragic deaths seem to happen a lot, like a curving part of road where fatal accidents often occur? Those are 'points of negativity', caused when a soul goes off of its preordained path. 90% of your life is already planned out -- your soul determines everything and when you get off of that path, bad things happen. Luckily there are people who can help! Well, for certain definitions of help: they can save your soul, even if it means killing you. Amano is one half of a partner team that works for Livingstone Collection Services. He cleans up and purifies points of negativity, as well as doing the actual soul removing bits -- his partner, Sakurai, does the flesh disposal side.
Amano is good at his job; in fact he doesn't have anything in his life but his job. He doesn't have hobbies or friends or a soul. Because he doesn't have a soul Amano doesn't understand certain social rules -- like not comprehending the mourning process. Not only does Amano lack tact, but he also can't feel pain and doesn't understand "fun" or other human emotional drives like motivation and determination. This leads to him often responding to situations in a very empty manner -- he doesn’t feel. Amano pretty much only talks about his job and rarely initiates conversations unless it's work related. While not an entirely silent character, he does often stay quiet for long periods of time: a lot of Amano’s personality can be seen in his gestures. Despite not having the same emotional drives as everyone else, Amano can get fixated on things like playing a video game through meal time or playing catch with a cellphone instead of paying attention to his partner.
Sample Post:
[It's Tuesday -- that means the body part soup is on the menu. A young man in the mess hall seems to find this fascinating. And by fascinating, he's clearly never heard the phrase "don't play with your food". He has an eyeball in a spoon and is thoroughly examining it.]
♫ [He whistles to himself.]
[He tilts the spoon and watches the eyeball roll, and then tilts the spoon the other direction to watch the eyeball rock back and forth. He’s absorbed in this task for almost fifteen minutes, then he tosses the spoon -- with eyeball -- to the kitchen table. He doesn’t even watch the spoon clatter to the tabletop, or the eyeball plop onto the table in a wet mess. He’s bored and done with that now.
Without giving another look to the mess hall he heads outside to the zombie infested farm. Hands in his pockets, he watches a few zombies shamble around.]
Hey. You. Your soul’s got to be pretty messed up by now, right? I can tell, 'cos if your outsides are rotting your insides've got to be just as bad. So, wanna die?
[As an afterthought he points a finger at one of the zombies. He has a slightly vacant expression on his face, and waits for the zombie to respond. When it just responds with a moan and a shamble he speaks again:]
If you give me permission I can do that for you. Dunno what to do about your body since Sakurai’s not here, but maybe one of the other guys’ll eat it. That’ll be all right, since your soul’ll be gone then. Doesn't look like you've got it in you to stay alive, anyway. Wont hurt at all and it'll be a piece of cake, all you have to do is agree.
[As he talks the zombie shuffles closer and closer. He doesn’t back away. Finally the zombie gets close enough to bite down on the finger he’s pointing at it. He doesn’t even blink, just stares at the zombie blankly. The zombie stares back and chews a little on his finger.]
That a yes or a no? I don’t really wanna wait around all day for you. There's a lot of you guys around, leaving stains everywhere. Man, what a pain, there's so much work to do. Guess I should trying the other way, huh? Didn't think you needed so much convincing, since you're barely hanging on there, but ...
[The zombie groans. He shrugs, and finally looks down to where the zombie is chewing on his finger. He pulls back, bringing the zombie with the hand motion.]
♪ [He hums to himself, playing finger tug of war with the zombie. He continues to have an empty expression, and then he gets bored of playing with the zombie and pulls his hand back so hard the zombie’s teeth get pulled out as well. He looks a little surprised, especially because the teeth continue to chew on his finger even outside of the zombie’s mouth. He then takes a moment to think and then points the finger -- still with the teeth attached -- at the zombie.]
I’m here to save you.
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