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SYNFLUX; info
Jun. 26th, 2025 01:57 pmA weirdo. A strange guy. The shadow at the end of a corridor at 2am in the morning. A cryptid in general guy-shape, Choso is a hard fella to miss in a crowd. Two messy urchin-like odango sit on top of his head like he's a Sanrio character, defying gravity at all hours of the day. A curse mark spans his face across his nose from cheek to cheek, seeming like a simple tattoo until the moment it's not; in battle, it morphs into spined lines that extend up and over his eyes, emitting blood like a strange, organic dispenser. Big hands, broad shoulders, a straight back. His left arm ends below the elbow, the hand replaced by a LILITH-grade prosthetic.
Barely visible: burn scars, deep but faded as if from wounds sustained a lifetime ago, spanning from the back of his neck down his spine and shoulders to terminate at the crook of his knees.
devoted. curious. intelligent. responsible.
calm. perceptive. proud. self-aware.
dissociative. stubborn. apathetic. unhinged.
Outside of trying to be the best brother he can be, Choso struggles with common pesky human afflictions such as Guilt, Self-doubt, and the crushing weight of Responsibility for Past and Future Actions. In his year since coming to Neo-Tokyo, he's acquired some extra knowledge to help him on his way, but the art of being A Person remains elusive. Nevertheless, he tries.
When he isn't contending with existentialism over breakfast, Choso has taken to wandering the city to experience life in the wild. His efforts have landed him some unexpected acquaintances and a seat at a weekly mahjong night amongst the local aunties and grandmas.
The realm of the living remains a mystery yet to be solved.
Some time during the Meiji Era, there was a woman possessed of a never-before-seen ability who, against all odds, gave birth to a child sired by nothing less than a cursed spirit. Now, being that this was generally impossible until she came along, there was no precedent for it, and circumstances had her flee to a temple in the mountains in search of help. What she found there was a different kind of hell.
A jujutsu sorcerer ran the temple she fled to, a man named Kamo Noritoshi who took her in only to make of her a prisoner of his intellectual curiosity. Known later as one of the most vile sorcerers in jujutsu history, he became fascinated by the possibility of a child born of human and cursed spirit, and inevitably made her the subject of innumerable experiments. Nine pregnancies, nine abortions, nine entities made, with Kamo mixing his blood into the process to unknown ends, but all records of how he did it, why, and what became of the woman were lost or destroyed in the following centuries. The nine Cursed Wombs: Death Paintings that were created were later sealed by jujutsu sorcerers with intricate pacts, their strange existences placed on indefinite hold to prevent potential harm on the living world before hey were banished to the dark depths of storage.
The world moved on, and forgot.
150 years the Cursed Wombs spent in timeless limbo, not quite alive but not dead, clinging to a formless awareness with only the vague sense of each other as company. Countless years left in the dark before the seals were finally, suddenly broken. By the whim of a strange troupe of Cursed Spirits and a Curse User, Cursed Wombs numbers 1-3 were incarnated into the world that forgot them, a process that consisted of simply feeding their fetal forms to living humans. Once the host body was subsumed and its basic information absorbed, they were free at last. Finally, after a century and a half, Choso could look his brothers in the eye. Eso would live for Kechizu; Kechizu would live for Choso; and Choso would live for Eso. They three would be one at last.
Choso lost the both of them less than a day later in what was supposed to be a simple retrieval mission.
