Post by Aiko Marana on Dec 19, 2017 22:11:00 GMT
Aiko Marana
Will the faithful be rewarded...
Servant
[attr="class","box_title"] Female | [attr="class","box_title"] Forty seven | [attr="class","box_title"] Heterosexual | [attr="class","box_title"] Human |
When we come to the end?
[attr="class","about_1"] Basic Appearance
I can see the soul within
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Aiko can be described as beauty personified. She has the fluffiest white hair that just reaches past her shoulders, pinned up by little white flower ribbons on both sides of her head. Her eyes, in contrast, are pitch black, completely devoid of anything and everything. The bangs on her head lightly brush against the top of her eyelids, poofing out. Her skin is also fairly pale, not translucent but noticeable enough to let others know she has never really been an outdoor person. She is tiny, about 4’8”, and rather slim. Curiously enough, she has nice curves throughout her body, accented by the white kimono she wears. Her sandals are also white, showing off her bare feet to the world.
Aiko can be described as beauty personified. She has the fluffiest white hair that just reaches past her shoulders, pinned up by little white flower ribbons on both sides of her head. Her eyes, in contrast, are pitch black, completely devoid of anything and everything. The bangs on her head lightly brush against the top of her eyelids, poofing out. Her skin is also fairly pale, not translucent but noticeable enough to let others know she has never really been an outdoor person. She is tiny, about 4’8”, and rather slim. Curiously enough, she has nice curves throughout her body, accented by the white kimono she wears. Her sandals are also white, showing off her bare feet to the world.
[attr="class","about_1"] Personality
Will I miss the final warning...
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Aiko’s better known personality trait is her vanity. She is incredibly vain, immediately disliking anyone that she deems is more beautiful than her. Because of this, she often tries to obtain things that would enhance her beauty, like makeup and pretty clothes. She has a smoldering hatred for the people of the house, despite knowing she sold her soul long ago. Rather, she can’t take the fact that she’s being abused and that she has to slave away to please the masters. She tries to distance herself from everything and appear fragile, hoping that one day her master would take her for a “doll.” So far, though, her wish has not been granted.
Other than that, she is rather haughty and callous. While she tries her best with her work, she oftentimes can’t stand being in the presence of another and tries to finish her work quickly before speed walking out. However, she is able to mask her emotions somewhat, pretending she is emotionless, though in the Wailing House, her façade can easily shatter due to the stress.
Likes: Beauty, herself, coconuts, flowery smells, enka, makeup, clothes that make her look young
Dislikes: Anyone far more beautiful than her, her daughter, the masters and others that torture her, fast food, dirtying herself, harsh music like rock, dancing
Aiko’s better known personality trait is her vanity. She is incredibly vain, immediately disliking anyone that she deems is more beautiful than her. Because of this, she often tries to obtain things that would enhance her beauty, like makeup and pretty clothes. She has a smoldering hatred for the people of the house, despite knowing she sold her soul long ago. Rather, she can’t take the fact that she’s being abused and that she has to slave away to please the masters. She tries to distance herself from everything and appear fragile, hoping that one day her master would take her for a “doll.” So far, though, her wish has not been granted.
Other than that, she is rather haughty and callous. While she tries her best with her work, she oftentimes can’t stand being in the presence of another and tries to finish her work quickly before speed walking out. However, she is able to mask her emotions somewhat, pretending she is emotionless, though in the Wailing House, her façade can easily shatter due to the stress.
Likes: Beauty, herself, coconuts, flowery smells, enka, makeup, clothes that make her look young
Dislikes: Anyone far more beautiful than her, her daughter, the masters and others that torture her, fast food, dirtying herself, harsh music like rock, dancing
[attr="class","about_1"] History
From the lie that I have lived?
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Before -
Old lady, they called her. Old lady, they said. Old lady, they taunted. She was constantly plagued by such taunts ever since she came to school. Old lady, old lady, old lady. Was it because of her hair? Her white, old lady hair? Every day she would look in the mirror and fuss over her appearance, unhappy that she looked so plain, except for her hair. Her old lady hair.
She wanted to be beautiful. She wanted to be popular. She wanted so many things but nothing would come her way. Until he came. He said he would make her beautiful. He said that he had a little secret that would draw people’s attentions to her. Desperate to be pretty, to be beautiful, she accepted and sold her soul just to be forever beautiful, to bring down all those who were far prettier than her.
Whatever magic spell her contractor used seemed to have worked. It seemed as though overnight, she had become beautiful. Her peers all flocked to her with wide eyes, awed by her beauty. Even the adults commented on her beauty, saying how much she looked like a well crafted doll. Overnight, she became perfect.
And so her life from then on was spent staying beautiful, no matter what. Little things like makeup and pretty clothes greatly enhanced her already beautiful form and she was the envy of every girl she met. As for those that she thought were prettier than her? They mysteriously faced ruin, either physically or externally. Yes, she was the only beautiful one and she wanted it to be kept that way, to stay on top while others groveled underneath her feet. And she loved it, every bit of it.
Eventually she got married, going as far as to keep her maiden name, and had a child. A child with snow white hair just like her. She was a little put off by that fact, but it was fine. There was no way the child could be more beautiful than her, right? But as she became a toddler, she noticed that the girl was starting to pick up her looks. Sure she had blue eyes, but she was becoming disturbingly like her in appearance. It terrified her, honestly. She didn’t want to return to the days when she was referred to as an old lady, she didn’t want to be outdone by her own kin.
Then he came back. He was there to collect her soul. But she wanted more time, wanted more time to live and experience the world. She begged and pleaded for him to give her more time, just enough time to experience something else that would make her world more interesting. He gave her a proposition. In exchange for ten more years, her daughter’s soul would be his. She immediately agreed to the proposition, which horrified her after some thinking. What kind of woman was she to sell the soul of her own daughter? Though the horror quickly faded away when she looked at her again.
Time passed. As her daughter grew up, she became prettier and prettier by the day. She was miffed and envious at the whole thing. Misfortune came to those who were prettier than her, why wasn’t it coming to her daughter? She kept a stony façade to hide her growing hatred for the unknowing girl, treating her a bit like a servant sometimes as she pressured her to do well in school and do all the housework. To make her responsible, she said, though really, she just wanted an excuse to make her uglier with red rimmed and tearful eyes.
Then her daughter turned 16. She was taking her to her dance recital while on a curving road with black ice on it. She tried to turn, but the car started to skid and the next thing either of them knew, the car had crashed into the rail. She blacked out at that moment, but when she came to, she received very wonderful news. Her daughter had died, which meant she no longer had to see her beautiful face. She was ecstatic, though she hid it behind an emotionless face as she remained unmoved by her daughter’s death. And wonders upon wonders, the crash hadn’t marred her at all, a sign that she was blessed indeed.
Life continued on, though her husband grieved. People called her brave for not shedding a tear and keeping a stoic face despite her daughter’s death, but really, she hated the girl so much for being prettier than her. But now she was gone and there was no need to fear anymore.
Then she became pregnant again. She knew the consequences, that her age was getting to her and that she shouldn’t be having a child so late, but she had no idea what to do about it. She thought that the baby would come out deformed or something. She didn’t think that her birth would have complications itself. She spent long and agonizing hours in labor until the baby was born. They tried to save her, but it was too late. Aiko Marana was gone and her soul taken to a faraway place.
After -
When she came to the Wailing House, she had no idea what to expect. She hadn’t expected hell, or what she assumed to be hell, to be a grand building with the outer look of a dilapidated looking place. And she certainly hadn’t expected well dressed people that weren’t in pain going about their business. For a moment, she thought that perhaps she cheated her contract in some way and ended up someplace that wasn’t hell. Then she was taken to the slave quarters. It was here that she realized that she was indeed in hell and she spent her first night unable to sleep due to the screams.
Then she was put to work. She took all the dirty jobs that involved cleaning out toilets and scrubbing away blood and her once pure white kimono became filthy. She absolutely hated it and she didn’t think things would get worse. But it did. She found her daughter one day as she was cleaning up a spilt dish that was meant for her, being beaten by another master. The girl shouted and her blood ran cold as the girl rushed towards her mother and threw herself on top of her. It stopped the beating, but it infuriated Aiko. Her daughter was there and she now had to compete with her beauty. What was worse, she was apparently a doll, one of the higher ranking servants that didn’t have to lift a finger. Her hatred grew even more as time went on, for everything in the house and especially her daughter.
Eventually she was given the less dirty jobs, making food for the masters and making their beds, easier things and the like. While she became just a servant, she never forgot that her daughter of all people was a doll instead of her. She should be the doll and her daughter the slave. Knowing that the girl would most likely try to help her, she purposefully shied away from contact and made herself scarce in her presence. Of course, she would just go to the slave quarters and try to speak with her there. Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and one day, she snapped at her, yelling about the deal she made with the devil and how she worked so hard to be beautiful and how she sold her daughter’s soul just to live longer. Naturally, the girl was upset, but then the oddest thing happened. The girl hugged her. And she told her that she knew of the deal and was still hurt by it, but she was willing to be kind to her mother. She was stunned and eventually she was led away to be punished, another servant having seen her yell at the doll.
The hug and the information didn’t change anything, though. She still hated her daughter with a passion and the feeling wouldn’t change anytime soon. All she could hope for was that she would one day become a doll herself and show her who‘s boss.
Before -
Old lady, they called her. Old lady, they said. Old lady, they taunted. She was constantly plagued by such taunts ever since she came to school. Old lady, old lady, old lady. Was it because of her hair? Her white, old lady hair? Every day she would look in the mirror and fuss over her appearance, unhappy that she looked so plain, except for her hair. Her old lady hair.
She wanted to be beautiful. She wanted to be popular. She wanted so many things but nothing would come her way. Until he came. He said he would make her beautiful. He said that he had a little secret that would draw people’s attentions to her. Desperate to be pretty, to be beautiful, she accepted and sold her soul just to be forever beautiful, to bring down all those who were far prettier than her.
Whatever magic spell her contractor used seemed to have worked. It seemed as though overnight, she had become beautiful. Her peers all flocked to her with wide eyes, awed by her beauty. Even the adults commented on her beauty, saying how much she looked like a well crafted doll. Overnight, she became perfect.
And so her life from then on was spent staying beautiful, no matter what. Little things like makeup and pretty clothes greatly enhanced her already beautiful form and she was the envy of every girl she met. As for those that she thought were prettier than her? They mysteriously faced ruin, either physically or externally. Yes, she was the only beautiful one and she wanted it to be kept that way, to stay on top while others groveled underneath her feet. And she loved it, every bit of it.
Eventually she got married, going as far as to keep her maiden name, and had a child. A child with snow white hair just like her. She was a little put off by that fact, but it was fine. There was no way the child could be more beautiful than her, right? But as she became a toddler, she noticed that the girl was starting to pick up her looks. Sure she had blue eyes, but she was becoming disturbingly like her in appearance. It terrified her, honestly. She didn’t want to return to the days when she was referred to as an old lady, she didn’t want to be outdone by her own kin.
Then he came back. He was there to collect her soul. But she wanted more time, wanted more time to live and experience the world. She begged and pleaded for him to give her more time, just enough time to experience something else that would make her world more interesting. He gave her a proposition. In exchange for ten more years, her daughter’s soul would be his. She immediately agreed to the proposition, which horrified her after some thinking. What kind of woman was she to sell the soul of her own daughter? Though the horror quickly faded away when she looked at her again.
Time passed. As her daughter grew up, she became prettier and prettier by the day. She was miffed and envious at the whole thing. Misfortune came to those who were prettier than her, why wasn’t it coming to her daughter? She kept a stony façade to hide her growing hatred for the unknowing girl, treating her a bit like a servant sometimes as she pressured her to do well in school and do all the housework. To make her responsible, she said, though really, she just wanted an excuse to make her uglier with red rimmed and tearful eyes.
Then her daughter turned 16. She was taking her to her dance recital while on a curving road with black ice on it. She tried to turn, but the car started to skid and the next thing either of them knew, the car had crashed into the rail. She blacked out at that moment, but when she came to, she received very wonderful news. Her daughter had died, which meant she no longer had to see her beautiful face. She was ecstatic, though she hid it behind an emotionless face as she remained unmoved by her daughter’s death. And wonders upon wonders, the crash hadn’t marred her at all, a sign that she was blessed indeed.
Life continued on, though her husband grieved. People called her brave for not shedding a tear and keeping a stoic face despite her daughter’s death, but really, she hated the girl so much for being prettier than her. But now she was gone and there was no need to fear anymore.
Then she became pregnant again. She knew the consequences, that her age was getting to her and that she shouldn’t be having a child so late, but she had no idea what to do about it. She thought that the baby would come out deformed or something. She didn’t think that her birth would have complications itself. She spent long and agonizing hours in labor until the baby was born. They tried to save her, but it was too late. Aiko Marana was gone and her soul taken to a faraway place.
After -
When she came to the Wailing House, she had no idea what to expect. She hadn’t expected hell, or what she assumed to be hell, to be a grand building with the outer look of a dilapidated looking place. And she certainly hadn’t expected well dressed people that weren’t in pain going about their business. For a moment, she thought that perhaps she cheated her contract in some way and ended up someplace that wasn’t hell. Then she was taken to the slave quarters. It was here that she realized that she was indeed in hell and she spent her first night unable to sleep due to the screams.
Then she was put to work. She took all the dirty jobs that involved cleaning out toilets and scrubbing away blood and her once pure white kimono became filthy. She absolutely hated it and she didn’t think things would get worse. But it did. She found her daughter one day as she was cleaning up a spilt dish that was meant for her, being beaten by another master. The girl shouted and her blood ran cold as the girl rushed towards her mother and threw herself on top of her. It stopped the beating, but it infuriated Aiko. Her daughter was there and she now had to compete with her beauty. What was worse, she was apparently a doll, one of the higher ranking servants that didn’t have to lift a finger. Her hatred grew even more as time went on, for everything in the house and especially her daughter.
Eventually she was given the less dirty jobs, making food for the masters and making their beds, easier things and the like. While she became just a servant, she never forgot that her daughter of all people was a doll instead of her. She should be the doll and her daughter the slave. Knowing that the girl would most likely try to help her, she purposefully shied away from contact and made herself scarce in her presence. Of course, she would just go to the slave quarters and try to speak with her there. Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore and one day, she snapped at her, yelling about the deal she made with the devil and how she worked so hard to be beautiful and how she sold her daughter’s soul just to live longer. Naturally, the girl was upset, but then the oddest thing happened. The girl hugged her. And she told her that she knew of the deal and was still hurt by it, but she was willing to be kind to her mother. She was stunned and eventually she was led away to be punished, another servant having seen her yell at the doll.
The hug and the information didn’t change anything, though. She still hated her daughter with a passion and the feeling wouldn’t change anytime soon. All she could hope for was that she would one day become a doll herself and show her who‘s boss.
[attr="class","about_1"] Other Information
I am not worthy of this
[attr="class","ooc_box"] Chaos |
[attr="class","ooc_box"] Inuyasha; Kanna // Aiko Marana |
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