DAICHI PARK
Real name: Kiriyama Daichi
Korean name: Park Youngil
Nationality: Japanese
Hometown: Tokyo
Currently located: Seoul, S. Korea
Date of Birth: February 20th, 1952
Date of Death: June 15th, 1998
Date of Resurrection: July 1st, 1998
Cause of death: Six bullets through his chest
Previous occupation: Hitman
Current occupation: Studying Graphic Design, working as a tattoo artist
Superpower: Time travel, ability to communicate with the dead, immunity, manipulation
Sexuality: Bisexual, male lean
Position: Switch, dom lean sub lean
Family: Deceased, alive twin sister
Height: 170cm / 5'7
Weight: 52kg / 114lbs
Little things: Daichi has more tattoos than he can count (or remember) , twenty - one piercings and always wears hand jewelry and chokers. Six bullet scars are forever engraved into his chest.
Faceclaim: Lee Taeyong of NCT
1952, Japan. As if an epidemic, more and more people in Japan were reported as possessed. Exorcisms could barely do anything at that rate, victims dying every single day. It was February when Taketa Kiyo, known as the most extreme case ever witnessed, gave birth to a baby boy and a baby girl, Kiriyama Daichi and Sunako. As expected, the woman died giving birth to the children. Her soul was finally at peace.
"Kill the children", "Drown them", "They're only going to be like their mother". The phrases that flooded Daichi's first years. Their father took full responsibility of their raising, surprising everyone as they showed no signs of a devilish presence inside them. Up until the age of nineteen. After a nightmare, where he vividly remembers seeing the Devil himself, he had no other choice but to run away from home. The destination? After discussion, he figured out his sister had had the exact same dream. An old, rotten tree, the one he visited in his dream. The very same one, outside the city, near where all the gangs gathered. At that very place, they found two shotguns. Beneath it, written in blood, the words "Shoot him". The world starts spinning beneath his feet, his vision temporarily lost. A whole two hours gone by with Daichi and Sunako screaming for their sight, though no one to hear them. As he had finally calmed down from the initial shock, it was as if everything clicked in his head. That's what they had to do. They had to shoot him.
They had to shoot their father.
And so they did. His own feet were carrying him, the gun in hand, as he was shortly after standing at the foot of his father's bed, using all six bullets to pierce his heart. As he saw his father bleed to death, the regret he felt was only momentary. As if a tsunami, malicious thoughts and desires filled his once clear mind. Without thinking twice or looking back, he set out to China. The visions continued, and that just happened to be his next destination. It was the same story every night ; the Devil visiting Daichi's dreams, giving him the location of the next victim.
Daichi had managed to kill countless criminals as well, making him a highly respected hitman even from the government. Travelling all around the world, he would carry out the jobs directed to him, no matter who they were from.
Until June 15th. Daichi had never used a gun different than his own first one. It was his trusty sidekick. A specific mission, the one he was given to take out the leader of the biggest crime ring in China, would be his last. Call it rush, call it carelessness, call it fate, the ring's own hitman managed to knock him down and steal his loaded shotgun ; filling his chest with round marks. That, was the end of Kiriyama Daichi.
As expected, he found himself in Hell, along with his sister who had died on the same day as well. Not too phased, they spent a week and three days there, repenting for their sins. Until that one day where the Devil finally approached them. After seeing him in dreams for decades, he was finally there. After congratulating them on fulfilling his duty, they were offered a deal. Their souls, for an eternity of life, starting over, and the ability to go back to any period of time and even talk to the dead. Who wouldn't accept the offer, right?
On July 1st of 1998, man named Park Youngil was brought into this world. And not even for a second did he forget what his past life once was.
He is currently twenty one years old, roaming the streets every day, causing trouble. Petty crimes are nothing to him, pickpocketing, the occasional vandalism. Despite that, he managed to find a job and study at a university, all while acting like a human ouija board in his free time.