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Character Name: Cho Hakkai
Series: Saiyuki
Age: 23
Job: Grief Counselor
Canon: Saiyuki: a story where four ignoble heroes -- a buddhist priest, a monkey, a lecher, and a mass-murderer -- take a road trip to the West to stop an evil demonness from resurrecting her demon lord lover through the heretical combination of science and magic, an act which causes tragedy as it sends a "minus wave" throughout the land that drives youkai (demons) crazy. The manga follows their trip as they fight, booze, and slaughter would-be assassins along the way. One of these four -- the aforementioned mass-murderer -- is one "Cho Hakkai".
Hakkai is -- as they all are -- deeply scarred by the tragedies of his past. Originally, he was a gentle young schoolteacher. However, when his sister-lover was kidnapped, Hakkai went on a killing spree that caused him to bathe in the blood of 1000 youkai and turned him into a youkai himself. He tried so hard and got so far, but in the end, it didn't even matter: he couldn't save her. Now, four years later, his temperament can only be described as sunny, full of good cheer, and deeply, deeply twisted. Hakkai smiles constantly, talks quite merrily, cracks jokes (...mostly really bad puns), and heartmarks with the best of them... but his words are filled with vague allusions to his dark past and his jokes are excessively morbid. He speaks in a lighthearted but formal (and frequently carefully gentle) manner, with a lot of interjections: well, my my, etc. Hakkai is polite to a fault and has a fussy, motherly personality. Sure, this may make him the "nagging wife" of the group -- but since they know him very well indeed, his friends consider him, without a doubt, "the scary one". If he politely requests his companions keep their cigarettes in the ashtray, they had damn well better keep the cigarettes in the goddamn ashtray or it's coming out of their hides ♥.
Sample App:
Oh my! What a situation we have here. When I heard I was heading to a summer camp, I had of course expected it to be a noisy place -- nobody squabbles quite like children, after all -- but I hadn't expected it to be loud enough to have awakened the dead! Haha... well, no helping it. I am Cho Hakkai, and it seems that I am to be your Grief Counselor. I have been told that I am here to help you to come to terms with the loss prevalent in your lives.
Indeed, to judge by how you look right now, it must be a role that has gone too long neglected. Honestly, you really should try not to rot everywhere; it's making a terrible mess. Whom, precisely, do you expect to clean this up? Please do pick up after yourselves. At any rate, shall we try to take this step by step, since you seem unwilling to move on -- or should I say 'pass on'? Let's begin~.
It is said that the first stage of dealing with loss is "denial". I must say, you clearly are well-accomplished at that one. You seem to be denying your own mortality, even to the point of ignoring your own decomposition! My goodness, the only thing that's undeniable is that the situation stinks -- well, perhaps a little more than the 'situation', if you take my meaning. Ahh... well, with stage one counted as a success, perhaps we should move to stage two: "Anger". In your situation, I've little doubt that you've experienced some of that. Of course, I can sympathize. Sometimes, when something truly terrible has occurred, there is nothing left to you but anger. Ah, in that situation, all you desire in your life is to pile up bodies around you until you could build a tower to the sky from corpses to breach the heavens so that you might climb it and take back what was so cruelly torn from you...
Ah, but here we seem to have found a problem in your case. You see, anger's all well and good -- though, you realize, it will never actually get you what you truly wish for. But your anger is... hmm, how can I put this? Inefficient. You seem to have combined the next two stages of grief into your rage -- "bargaining" and "depression" -- but done so in the manner least helpful to yourselves. Pleading "brains, brains" while shambling about aimlessly? My goodness, how positively heartbreaking to watch! Who could see that and not wish to relieve some of your suffering? It's with that in mind I turn my eye towards the last stage: "acceptance" of loss and of the necessity of mortality.
It seems not to be something any of you have mastered yet. Here you are, still up and walking around, after all you've been through, rather than lying down and simply accepting your due. Oh, of course, I understand entirely. After all, look at me~. Despite everything, here I am, not accepting things in the slightest. But, haha, you know what they say: "Those who can't do, teach." Let me bring your situation directly to you in an undeniable fashion.
In short, please die~. ♥
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