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Dec. 16th, 2025 03:38 pmCharacter Name: Choso
Canon: Jujutsu Kaisen
Age: 150
If Under 16, why is this character a good thematic fit for Somnia?:
Canon Point: Episode 46; waking from a beautiful dream
Wiki Link(s): yonder wiki
SOMNIA-SPECIFIC QUESTIONS
1. Dreams are how Sleep chooses you. What might draw your character into Somnia— a wound, a wish, a weakness? Would they follow the dream, or run from it?
Sleep finds Choso in the grip of his own lovely dream: an amalgamation of memories that never happened and his own longing coming together in calamitous harmony to, essentially, throw open the doors for her. He follows the dream without thinking. He lets it envelop him like the grief has enveloped him; like roots in the cracks, like kudzu swallowing manmade hubris. Choso has become much too intimate with loss in the short span of time he has been alive, such that if presented with even the regurgitated scraps of his meagre memory as bait, he would go for it each time. Each and every time.
2. Somnia is a slow unraveling—of worlds, and of selves. How does your character respond to fear, transformation, and losing control? Do they fight, adapt, collapse?
As long as any brother of Choso's is out and alive in the world, he must continue to forge ahead. Even if the road is treacherous and full of danger, he will walk it to allow his siblings an easier passage and a fighting chance; if he fails, then his siblings can learn from his failure and avoid his fate. Choso cannot stop. The very idea of it is unthinkable. No matter what lies ahead, no matter how frightening or dark, he must keep pushing forward.
Forward in JJK's Tokyo means fighting. It means killing, and saving, and being able to weather whatever comes his way. Adaptability has become one of Choso's strongest suits, a byproduct of a particular malleability evident of his very newness to the living world. There is no past to dwell on, after all, when life only began a month ago. He only accepts what he's faced with and continues to walk, and walk, and walk.
3. Connection is the only constant. What kind of bonds does your character form— fast and burning, slow and wary, deep and desperate? How might that shape their time in this world?
Choso only has one way of dealing with other folk and it's taking them at face value. It is less that he puts trust in others and more that he simply has not the mind nor the fuck to give to waste his energy on things like idle doubts and paranoia. A happy side-effect is that he goes into every encounter with honesty and a blessed lack of expectation. Often, the honesty will be brutal as tact is not yet a skill acquired. Reading the room, woefully undeveloped. Despite this and his attitude and the unsettling air of detachment, he does in fact care about the people around him, more than they or even he himself knows. The human yearning for connection is strong in him for being so new, and the grief still writhing in his heart lends each meeting a tinge of desperation.
The beauty in Choso's relative newness, particularly under the light of Sleep's influence, is in just how much his ties with people will shape him in the future. Each new soul met is an imprint on the blank canvas of his life; what picture will they paint at the end of the journey? How will these hands shape him? How will he shape them? The joy of Choso is in finding out.
4. What are two major forces in your character’s personality that are often in conflict?
Humanity and knowledge.
To understand how heavy the weight of knowing is on Choso's soul, one must first understand what he is:
A century and a half prior to Choso’s story, one madman's intellectual curiosity led to the damning creation of the Death Paintings; using their mother’s Cursed Womb as the crucible in his experiments, an infamous criminal in the jujutsu world, Kamo Noritoshi, induced nine unprecedented pregnancies between the human woman and an unknown Cursed Spirit while somehow introducing his blood into the mix. Nine foeti were conceived and aborted at differing stages of development, with Choso as the very first and most developed of the series. All nine became powerful Cursed Objects, with Death Paintings 1 through 3 classified as Special Grade. For 150 years, they remained contained in what was essentially a cursed storage shed, forgotten by the world and considered as little more than curiosities until their
Though no records pertaining to their creation survived to present day, Choso unexpectedly recalls the broad details of his and his brothers’ origins. For the last 150 years he was aware of his lot in unlife, and possesses still the memories of his time in limbo. In that unthinkable span of time, he mastered his own Cursed Technique of Blood Manipulation within the confines of himself, and ‘comforted’ his brothers even though they were little more than vague presences in the dark. The means by which Choso knows these things has never been fully explored, but the fact remains that he bears the burden of knowledge to a degree he cannot separate from, both as an innate understanding of his world and what ‘common sense’ was foisted on him upon his incarnation. What is Choso, to himself? Something that was never born in the way humans were meant to be. An object granted life by capricious whim.
Humanity is as much a part of Choso as the Cursed Spirit in him is, but for the three months that he lived among the others, he struggled with the concept. One could argue that the curse of knowledge is what led him to make the calamitous decisions he did; knowing that 'humanity' as a whole would not accept his monstrous brothers, he chose to live as a curse, a choice that ultimately led to his precious brothers' untimely deaths. Even later, after he chose to follow Itadori Yuji down a tumultuous path, he still had trouble in accepting himself as 'human', citing his choices and subsequent crimes as reasons why he could no longer live alongside his last surviving brother.
In Somnia, Choso will have to consider the problem of humanity anew, this time from a new POV and without the yolk of this smothering knowledge directing. A free life, free even if at the hand of a mad god named Sleep.
VESSEL SELECTION
Which Vessel Type are you choosing: Token or Offering? A Token.
Why does this Vessel type feel appropriate for your character? There is an irony in an entity -conceived to be more than the sum of its parts- becoming something else while still somehow remaining firmly within the same confines it had started with. In this case: a human form wrapped within the weaves of magic, as opposed to cursed energy. Instead of a sorcerer or a curse user, a bloodwright. Instead of the dependable force of his own beating heart and a hereditary technique as much as part of him as his own marrow, a Token, and the horror of having to relearn the intricacies of his own body again under entirely different rules.
Choose one OR list three subclass options within your chosen Vessel type that you think would suit them: Bloodwright.
Samples: choso's tdm thread
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.
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