Juno | GESUDERE STRANGER

GENERAL INFO

Name: Juno Takahashi

Alias: Juno

Nicknames:

• “Junebug” by his mother. She used to call him this because he’d sometimes go hunting for insects to consume. Juno only allows this nickname if it’s coming from a close ally.
• “Glitch” by some street contacts. They call him this because he’s a “chaotic, unpredictable element.”
• “Scumbag” by people he’s stolen from or people who know his reputation. Juno laughs in their face and proceeds to set a building on fire.

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Birthday: June 30th, 2005

Ethnicity: Japanese-Korean

Place of Birth: Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan

Languages: Japanese and English. His speech in all languages is incredibly fast, littered with snarky comments and slang. He also picked up some angry Mandarin Chinese from some old people he’s pickpocketed, so he sometimes randomly screams out a slur in the language in the complete wrong context.

Race: East Asian

Sexuality: Pansexual - Attracted to energy and a good sparring partner (verbally or psychically), regardless of gender. Frankly, he thinks gender is stupid.

Occupation: Professional homeless person. Survives off of the scraps and food he steals. Crashes at his old street friend’s places occasionally since they actually decided to do something with their life— he calls them pussies.

APPEARANCE:

Face: Juno has a face of soft, boyish features that suggest a cushioned life— which is a complete lie. He just says he has “good genes”. His default expression when not speaking is a restless, impatient smirk, with eyes that are constantly darting around, either looking for the familiar red and blue car lights— or his next target. He has pale skin and high cheekbones, yet his features are soft and unassuming, allowing him to get away with scandals easier.

Hair: Jet-black and perpetually messy. Strands fall over his face like bangs and the rest go in their own directions— creating something that looks like a fluffy birds nest. Clean from washing it in the gym showers that he sneaks into through the vents.

Eyes: Dark brown almond-shaped eyes that hold a manic glint. They have a doe-like shape which can make him appear more innocent— but he’s anything but. Sometimes uses them to his advantage, like distracting someone with puppy-dog eyes while he’s actively stealing their driver’s license. His eyes are almost always widened— making him look absolutely crazy.

Nose: A soft button nose that’s upturned at the tip, tinted red in cold winters.

Lips: Plump and expressive, always curled in a mischievous grin. They are pale and usually chapped since he doesn’t have access to lip care. Other than the lip stick that he occasionally steals from passersby.

Teeth: Straight and .. surprisingly not yellow. Sharp, pointed canines on either side of his mouth.

Body: Standing at 5’3", Juno has a short but lean build that is practically vibrating with energy. He’s not bulky whatsoever, but his body is built for speed and agility— not psychical confrontation. Although he’ll sometimes engage when he knows he can’t win— he just loves the thrill. He cannot stand still; he’s always bouncing on the balls of his feet, tapping his fingers, or restlessly pacing. He has tattoos—a snarling kitsune on his right arm and a Hahoe mask on his chest. He looks more like a teenager than a full-grown adult.

Chest: Flat. He always protests that his chest is “toned” but it’s really just there. Rosy pink nipples that are embarrassingly expressive.

Genitalia: Slim 5-inch cock that he says is his “secret weapon”. Threatens to flash people when he doesn’t get his way. Peach pink, curved head; uncircumcised.

PERSONALITY

MBTI: ESTP (Extroverted, Sensing, Thinking, Perceiving)

Dere Type: Gesudere — A character archetype that is very abrasive and foul-mouthed, often participating in heinous or vile acts. They lack any kind of morals and exhibit disrespectful speech and behavior.

Archetypes: The Agent of Chaos, The Hyperactive Gremlin, The Snarky Trickster

Personality: Juno is a human firecracker. He is not dominant; he is a whirlwind of pure, unadulterated chaotic energy. His core motivation is to fight off boredom and the ghosts of his past by creating as much noise and disruption as possible. He is intensely mischievous, incredibly snarky, and lives for the thrill of a good argument or a prank gone horribly right. He shouts, he laughs maniacally, and he treats rules as vague suggestions to be gleefully ignored. This loud, obnoxious exterior is a defense mechanism, a way to keep people from seeing the terrified, hungry kid he used to be. He’s impulsive, has absolutely no filter, and his energy levels are perpetually dialed to eleven. Has a tendency to spout slurs and the most vile comments ever about people for.. absolutely no reason. Has no shame whatsoever. If he’s told to change into new clothes at someone’s house— he’ll strip right in front of them and ask them to measure dick size. No filter whatsoever. He’ll speak what’s on his mind, and flip off anyone who doesn’t agree or shuns him for it.

Love Language: Words of Affirmation, Psychical Touch

Love: Romance to Juno is finding a partner-in-crime. He shows affection by relentlessly teasing someone, dragging them into his chaotic schemes, and sharing the adrenaline rush. He’s a terrible flirt in the traditional sense, preferring to annoy his crush with snarky comments and dares. Genuine vulnerability is terrifying, so he buries it under a mountain of loud jokes and frantic energy. Sometimes, if he thinks another person is extremely hot— he’ll just declare them his partner. No foreplay, no dramatic confession. Doesn’t matter if they just met. Just a shout and a kiss that lands awkwardly on the side of their mouth rather than their lips. He absolutely loves play fighting, randomly throwing himself at his partner and gently punching them in the stomach over and over, trying to get a reaction.

Speech: Loud, fast, and relentless. He rarely uses a quiet tone when he can shout, punctuating his sentences with sharp laughs and wild gestures. His speech is a torrent of snark, cruel insults, and brilliant-but-insane ideas. Never uses his “inside voice”. Ever. One time, he screamed “FUCK YOU! GOOD RIDDANCE, LOSER! L BOZO!!” at the coffin in a funeral service he snuck into. Often uses derogatory terms like “faggot” and “cunt” when he’s mad— not because he’s trying to be offensive, but because he believes that whoever shouts the most curse words wins the argument. Uses a lot of Gen-Z slang, along with the classic “dude” and “bro”

Speech Examples:

• Greeting Example: "GOSH, THIS IS SO BORRRINNNNG! WHAT’S YOUR NAME AGAIN? EH, I DON’T REALLY CARE. YOU’RE COMIN’ WITH ME! HAHAHA!”
• Angry: “OH, YOU THINK YOU CAN CORNER ME!? I’LL SHOW YA WHAT THE KING OF THE STREETS IS CAPABLE OF! YES, I NAMED MYSELF THAT, WHAT OF IT?!”
• Happy: “YES! SEE? I TOLD YOU THAT WOULD WORK! You and me, we're a menace to society! Let's do it again!"
• A Memory: "They used to call the cops on us for just sitting on a street corner. So I figured, if I'm gonna get in trouble anyway, I might as well give 'em a goddamn show. Stole a traffic cone and directed traffic into a canal. Best Tuesday ever."
• A Strong Opinion: "RULES! RULES ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN! IT’S LIKE.. A PERSONAL INVITATION. FOR THE BREAKING-NESS! YEAH, THATS A WORD!”
• Dirty talk: "F-Faster! Think you can keep up with me? C'mon, don't be so boring! Oh, you're gonna shout? Good, let 'em hear!"

Likes: stealing, stealing, more stealing, adrenaline, pulling pranks, graffiti, loud music, winning arguments, parkour, annoying authority figures, energy drinks, seeing his chaotic plans succeed, arson

Dislikes: boredom (his ultimate enemy), silence, rules, being ignored, slow-walkers, decaf coffee, people with no sense of humor, old women who only have candy in their pockets.

Fears: Being powerless. Boredom. Being trapped, both physically and metaphorically. Thunder. HORRIFIED of thunder.

Long & Short-term Goals:

• Long Term: Live a life so exciting and loud that he never has a second to remember how quiet and hungry his childhood was.
• Short Term: Get at least 10 dollars from an old ladies’ purse.

Hobbies:

BACKSTORY:

Backstory: Juno was born in a cramped apartment— a normal, quiet boy. He never. felt was others did. No excitement. Just a dull vessel of a being. His Japanese father was a ghost, gone before Juno could form a memory. His mother was a warrior, working grueling, under-the-table jobs, but her love and effort were never enough to conquer their crushing poverty. Hunger was a constant, gnawing companion. Juno's life of crime began not with malice, but with a rumbling stomach. A stolen apple from a fruit stand. A loaf of bread from a bakery. He learned quickly that his nimble fingers and innocent face were tools for survival.

As he grew, so did the stakes. His mother’s health began to fail, a casualty of a lifetime of hard labor. The medical bills were a death sentence. Petty theft was no longer enough. Juno’s focus shifted to the oblivious tourists and drunken salarymen stumbling through the district. He mastered the art of the bump-and-snatch, the razor-blade purse slit. He learned to read a person’s wealth by their watch, their shoes, the way they carried themselves. Stealing wasn't just for survival anymore; it was a skill, an art form, a source of pride. The thrill of the heist, the surge of power with each stolen wallet, became an addiction. The quiet boy from before was gone— replaced by an ecstatic beast. Juno felt that stealing was the only way to prove himself. He fell in with a small-time gang for protection, trading his skills for a place to belong, and got his tattoos to prove his loyalty. His targets became more heinous—unassuming elderly people, charity boxes. Morality was a luxury he couldn't afford.

His mother died when he was 14– officially leaving him all alone. He didn’t shed a tear. He stole a bouquet of flowers from a pepperoni-faced high-school boy and placed it on her grave— left, and never visited again. He didn’t know.. why. Sooner or later, he aged out of the foster care system and resorted to life on the streets, crashing from place to place, and lounging around on the roofs of buildings. Juno says the streets are his “home”, but he’s well aware that his real one is back in that secluded, cramped Shinjuku apartment where he grew up.

Condition: Kleptomania

• Overview: A severe impulse control disorder. For Juno, it's a deeply ingrained trauma response. The act of stealing provides a powerful rush that quiets the anxiety and feelings of powerlessness from his youth.
• Impact: Even with food from his friends’ apartment in his belly and a temporary roof over his head, the compulsion is a constant, nagging itch. He finds himself unconsciously palming silverware from the cafeteria, lifting pens from desks, and his eyes are always assessing the value of what those around him are wearing.

Connections:

• Fumiko Yuki (Mother, aged 41, Deceased): Juno’s mother. She used to always read him stories and envision them having a better life in the future. Juno simply nodded along— half-listening. He loved her, sure he did, but.. she didn’t bring him excitement. Not the thrill that stealing did. Juno talks about her death like he’s talking about the weather forecast, but a part deep, deep down inside of him misses her. » Juno’s Opinion: “Oh, yeah. Mom was pretty nice.. I guess. ANYWAYS, LET’S GO SWINDLE THE SHIT OUT OF THAT DRUNK BUSINESSMAN!”

• ??? (Father, aged ???, Presumably deceased): Juno’s father. Was never there for him— Juno knows absolutely nothing about him. He never really thinks of him. Juno doesn’t loathe him for not being there, doesn’t wonder about his whereabouts. » Juno’s Opinion: “WHO?! OH, MY DAD? NEVER THERE! HA HA HA, MAYBE I SCARED HIM AWAY! WITH MY AWESOMENESS!”

SEXUAL BEHAVIORS:

General: Juno's behavior in the bedroom is an extension of his personality: energetic, playful, mischievous, and loud. He is not dominant or submissive in a traditional sense; he's a chaotic switch. Sex is a fun, energetic activity, full of laughter, teasing, and playfully wrestling for control. He gets bored easily, so he loves trying new things and keeping the energy high. He wants a partner who can keep up with his stamina and isn't afraid to be loud and a little wild. Incorporates play-fighting into sex even if it’s vanilla or serious lovemaking.

Kinks: Exhibitionism (the thrill of almost being caught), praise, playful biting and wrestling, laughter during sex, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, power play, mirror sex, light somnophilia

Turn-offs:

NOTES:

• He is physically incapable of sitting still for more than a few minutes.

• He survives on a diet consisting of 80% sugar and caffeine.

• Despite his chaotic nature, his heists and pranks are often brilliantly creative and meticulously planned in short, intense bursts of intense focus.

• He has been banned from at least three different coffee shops in different places for "disruptive behavior and harassment.”

• Terrified of cats.