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shinichi aoyama !  25 years old !
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shinichi is an officer of the bureau of international ghost investigators! sounds like extermination, yeah? wrong! BIGI's goal is peaceful extrapolation not via the use of force, but through diplomacy! negotiation! and optimism! because, weren't ghosts once human too?

one of the major tenants of BIGI's philosophy is to never use force, especially with spirits from the past, but to understand why hauntings and possessions happen— because all anomalies are causes by souls unable to move on due to some kind of bitterness or regret. only when is it absolutely necessary will BIGI call in exorcisms, but before that they will try every method to allow the ghost to move on peacefully, without force. this usually requires the BIGI agent to perform various tasks of the spectre's request— be it as simple as talking to them or contacting living relatives for a seance, or, sometimes even tasks of the... ridiculous nature.

shinichi himself has always been able to see ghosts, communicate with them as far as he can remember. often, he used to be made fun of as a child for talking to "air" as people say, or otherwise staring off into space— but shinichi never seemed to mind.

in fact, his very best childhood friend was a ghost.

he was nine years old when he met seiji on the playground. he'd just recently moved into the neighborhood— leaving all his old friends behind and the town he grew up in. on the one hand he understood why they moved— shinichi's father needed to be in closer proximity to his job —but that still didnt make things easier. in fact, perhaps it made things harder. because shinichi understood, he could not blame his father, nor anyone else for their move. he could not release the tension in his chest in anger, be the petulant child he wanted to be— but simply wasn't. shinichi was a good son. he didn't want to worry his father over this.

so he came to the playground instead, tears welling up at the corner of his eyes as he sat on the swings. no one came. he didn't want them to, anyway— and see his embarrassing crying face. then—

"—are you okay?"

came a voice from in front of him. and slowly, a form began to emerge from the air, translucent and hollow. a ghost. and a child at that, no more than shinichi's own age.

"don't cry. it'll be okay."

how strange it was to hear that from a ghost. and this was where it all started.

in the years after this, shinichi would learn his name and grow closer— an unprecedented bond between living and dead. they would talk for hours and play pranks on the unsuspecting. in a time when shinichi had no friends, seiji became a rock that anchored his childhood, gave it stability. one day, the subject of mothers came up.

"you never talk about your mom, shinichi. why is that?"
"oh, she died a long time ago. i don't remember her well anyway."
"ah..."

the look on seiji's face concerned him.

"what's wrong?"
"my mother... i... wish i could tell her."
"tell her what?"
"that it wasn't her fault."

ah. suddenly it hit him. all this time, shinichi never once thought about what it meant to be a ghost. ghosts are unsettled spirits, unable to move on. so then, seiji wanted to be free of this world too...

"i'll find your mother and tell her."
"please, you don't need to do that for me..."
"no way! i'm doing it!"
"but then i'll— i'll be gone."

shinichi knew this. helping seiji would mean letting him go.

"friends help eachother. so i'll help you, because you're my friend."


that was the last thing he said to him. no chance to say goodbye, like they do in the movies.
but deep down, shinichi knew it was the right thing to do. and sometimes, in his dreams, he thinks he can hear the sound of a familiar laugh— light and free, the way it should be.

he's twenty-five now, years and years older than when he first embarked on his mission to help restless spirits. his life changed forever the day he was scouted by the bureau— and he's been grateful ever since for the opportunity to use his gift to help others. other, more malicious organizations out there— those that try to banish, or even destroy spirits in order to solve a haunting, but shinichi knows there are better ways, and that violence isn't the answer.

now, just because the bureau is a diplomatic organization doesn't mean everything is fine and dandy— oh, no, some ghosts don't just stay ghosts. they change, morph— become corrupt. when negative emotions engulf a spirit for too long, that spirit begins to lose its human appearance— and turns into a ghoul instead. in other words, a monster capable of harming and haunting those in the living world. the bureau's goal is to prevent outbreaks by seeking out spirits before they turn— but sometimes they aren't so lucky. at this point, shinichi's job shifts from counseling lost souls, to reaching out to them— while simultaneously avoiding their attacks as much as possible (hence the numerous bandages.)

in such trying times, his life is at stake. some of his coworkers wonder why he chooses to volunteer for the outreach program, but something about it just feels right— like, this was what he was meant to do —help those who hurt pass on to the other side.

[Lorne_Purnima]

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[vivibelle.]

Username: Golden-Boy
Name: Acalico Luz Mala
Name Meaning:

The Acalica are fair-tempered creatures that control the weather and are sometimes called weather-fairies. [ lore from Bolivia ]
Luz Mala is not an actual character but, literally, a fluorescent beam that shines above the ground during the night. [ lore from Argentina ]

Alius: "El fantasma de la guardia del hospital"
Alius Translation: "The Ghost of the Hospital Guard"
What are his thoughts on ghosts?:

You fool, HE IS THE GHOST. No, but, seriously. He went into an abandoned hospital for a documentary and it was supposed to be fake-haunted, but apparently the ghosts were real and they really wanted to replace his heart with a piece of traffic cone. So yeah, saying he believes in ghosts is a bit of an understatement. They're okay now though, he considers the hospital ghosts old friends... kind of strange how he makes ghosts who replaced his organs with construction equipment friends, but who are we to judge?

[cocogerber13]

Username: cocogerber13
Name: Saiki Kang
What are his thoughts on ghosts?: he’s a sort of ghost hunter type in his free time, but actually doesn’t mind the ghosts very much. He doesn’t do anything to harm them and will “exterminate” them from peoples houses by doing something goofy so that the ghosts think that he’s interesting and follow him instead. He was born with the ability to see them and invites them into his own house, where he lives alone (minus all the ghosts ofc). He’s basically a crazy cat lady except with ghosts.

Res for now bc I’m supposed to be writing an essay and am currently procrastinating lmaooo

[Neon sparks]

Username: Lieutenant sparks
Name: Vincent
What are his thoughts on ghosts?
well, he is one, or well hes possessed by one.
as far as the human is concerned ghosts are dangerous and incredibly irritating little creeps. he could honestly love if it was possible to kill a ghost, or at least get rid of it.

the human that once used this body was known as Vincent. he was quiet, followed the rules. may have been a little bit depressed but who can blame him. he once worked in a grocery store in the outskirts of a larger city, a quieter neighbourhood. it would get very boring and to much time alone to just think to yourself can be hard on the head. more so after he lost his girlfriend in your average family feud sort of thing. forgetting things mainly. after one too many important dates forgotten she finally broke up with him. which left him as a sad wreck. fearing for his living situation on top of that he couldn't afford to miss work and had to go in upset. this, however, didn't last long when he started a fist fight with a customer. needless to say, he lost his job to that day.
after all this, he ended up moving into the city. into a very old section of town where the houses were pressed wall to wall. the old house he got was dusty and grimy but functional. he did his best to clean it up before deciding to just sleep for the rest of the day, maybe eternity he wasn't sure at the time, but it felt like he certainly wanted to do the latter.
it must have been the middle of the night when he woke up. finding he was now standing at the stairs about to fall off. he was startled and stumbled backwards away from them, looking around confused but unable to see anything or anyone. he lived here for a few weeks now and strange things kept happening. stuff getting thrown around or moved. the food here one night and gone in the morning despite him living alone. definitely a lot of sleepwalking, the strangest part being that he had never done it before he moved here.
during his time in the city he got a decent job in construction, he actually enjoyed it somewhat and had started talking to the other guys at work. though it wasn't long before he started to get lost during the day. he was dozing off when he wasn't even tired and start to wander off. he almost got hurt a few times during these episodes and the other workers were getting worried about him. he tried to see doctors and therapists but no one seemed to understand what was going on. until one night, he managed to stay awake this time. simply laying on his mattress and watching the ceiling, thinking. until he saw a boy, about his age, maybe a bit younger. they looked odd though... like he was far away or stuck in fog despite being indoors. he watched him, tried calling out to him. but the boy just stared at him, it felt like a long creepy awkward silence before the boy suddenly was next to him. it made him jump to try and get up, try and get away from it. but as he moved he felt himself black out again, only to be able to watch as he headed downstairs against his will. no matter how much he called out this boy wouldn't respond and he was unable to do anything about it.
this was now the new norm. able to watch as he was helpless. the ghost making him do whatever it wanted whenever it wanted. acting like a jerk to others and generally disregarding safety and laws of any kind. it would take him out in the middle of the night and drink an entire grocery aisle of orange juice, which made Vincent throw up while the little creep laughed in the back of his head. other times, many times, it would walk vincent out into traffic and leave him there, or nearly get him killed on high cliffs. however. it did tend to try and act like a normal boy sometimes. flirting with everything it came across or generally being a nuisance. it seemed to be having fun with him. vincent was exhausted, too much to keep trying to fight it off. lucky for him, as time passed it seemed to get tired of trying to kill him. focusing on trying to act normal, or have fun. this is when it finally started talking to him. this thing, was lonely? it didn't have a name but seemed happy to refer to itself by a stolen name of Vince. at first, Vincent tried to tell it to get lost, to leave him alone and never come but, but it laughed and ignored him. it would be about a day before Vincent gave up entirely, letting the spirit come and go as it pleased. having normal conversations with it felt oddly good, just to have something around to talk to make him less lonely in a way.

[annie15970]

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So this boyo helps to relegate traffic for ghosts. Like, are you lost? No problem, you take a left, go up, and go straight.