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Yoshiya Kamelot

"I'm a walking contradiction you know?"

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a character in “Never Say Normal”, as played by freakofnature

Description

Yoshiya Kamelot
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Role
Student
Itā€¦itā€™s all Kainā€™s fault weā€™re here. Blame him.

Gender
Male
Dammit, was I lied to my whole life? Idiot.

Age
17
Just barely under the age of being a legal adult.

Personality
First thing that you would notice about Yoshi would be that he isnā€™t all there. He stares off into space and would rather hang upside down in a tree while listening to music, then talk to other people. This isnā€™t saying that his is anti-social, he has his moments where all he can do is not shut up, talking about nonsensical stuff that most people wouldnā€™t care about. But for some reason, they seem to listen to him sometimes. Another thing that causes some people to shy away from the boy is that he talks to himself. Or at least that is what they think. See, he can hear the other voices in his head. They arenā€™t him, and he knows that. But he can hear them.
Helā€¦I mean hiā€¦hey.
Onto Yoshiā€™s different personalities, shall we?

Konni, was at first thought to be a girl, with his soft spoken voice and love for jewelry and classical music. In his spare Konni, usually called Kon-chan by Yoshi and the others, likes to just curl up with a good nonfiction book, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and listen to calming classical music. Konni also has come to enjoy writing, drawing Yoshi a picture of all the personalities. Unlike Yoshi, who loves dogs more than anything, Kon likes cats, and will feed the strays when the run up to him for food. While he has no issues talking to others, he does get a bit uncomfortable when too many of them try to speak at once. Iā€¦were you speaking to me? Sorryā€¦Bach was speaking a little louder.

Kai, is someone that most girls would fall for, and even some boys, while the rest of the general population would think him snobby and tooā€¦sluttish. Kai ā€™s attitude towards life is that since you only live it once, you should do whatever you want; from stealing to having sex. A lot. Way too much to be healthy. Of course this is not all he does. No. When he isnā€™t getting Yoshi in trouble for something he did, or sleeping around, Kai likes to go shopping for clothes. For all the personalities of course. Heā€™s not that much of a jackass. He also enjoys being around other, much more than the other two. Actually, he would be considered the most sociable out of all four personalities. Yo, if you were my nightly homework, I would do you all the time.

Kain is probably the most dangerous of the whole group. While he is at times difficult to decipher between Kai, the most obvious way to tell which one it is, is by either bring up shopping, or talking about something bloody. While Kai will frown in and curl his lip in disgust about anything bloody, unless it has to do with one of his sex escapades, he will usually brighten right up about shopping; while Kain is the opposite. His sexy and flirtatious attitude is similar to Kaiā€™s, but instead of just having sex with that person, Kain likes to inflict harm onto them. Be it physical, mental, or emotional, he will find a way to destroy a personā€™s barriers and tear them apart. That of course, doesnā€™t mean heā€™s all bad. When in Yoshiā€™s mind, he is usually the smartest in all subjects and is down to earth about life, though at times a bit cynical and over dramatic. Listen to me, life sucks balls, just end it now you good for nothing bitch.


Why Your Here
Yoshi and his parents always knew that there was more than just one of ā€˜himā€™. It didnā€™t matter to them that they had different names, and sometimes different ways of speaking, or a tone of voice. To his parents, Yoshi was Yoshi, no matter how many subcategories there were to him. It was a pleasant life, Yoshi and Co, as they dubbed him, didnā€™t get into too much trouble.

Then came the angry girls, the broken bones, and the broken heart. Girls, and guys alike, flocked to Yoshi, demanding one thing or another from him. Scared and not sure what he was to do, he fled from his own home and sought out refuge in an abandoned warehouse, 10 miles from home. It was there he learned all that his other personalities had been doing. He didnā€™t mind not being in control all the time, they tried to fill him in when he was missing days or weeks, but that didnā€™t happen very often. Learning what Kai and Kain had been doing not only angered the young boy, but worried him as well. They told him of the people they had slept with, and or hurt in various ways.

Returning home, 2 days later, Yoshi told his parents what had happened. After a few days of discussing it with the each other and each one of Yoshiā€™s splits, his parents came to the conclusion to send him to Blue Waters Mental High School.


Me and Konni donā€™t really mindā€¦itā€™s more of a punishment to Kai and Kain.

Disorders/Disabilities
Dissociative Identity Disorder, commonly called Multiple Personality Disorder

The scientific name is DID, but many just call it MPD. Idiots, the lot of them

Classes
"B"
Wake-Up Call - 5:30
Breakfast - 6:30-7:30
Art - 7:35-8:20
English - 8:25-9:20
Economics/Government - 9:25-10:20
History - 10:25-11:15
Lunch - 11:20-12:15
Science - 12:20-1:15
Math - 1:20-2:15
Psychology - 2:20-3:15
Group Therapy (Shane) - 4:20-5:15
Dinner - 6:00-7:00
Freetime - 7:05-8:55
Bedtime - 9:00-9:30
Lights Out - 9:30


Nicknames
Yoshi. Kon. Kain. Kai.

History
1-2 Paragraphs

Likes/Dislikes
+Reading (Kon)
+Listening to music (all)
+Flirting (Kai and Kain)
+Sitting in trees (Yoshi)

-Seeing people in pain (all but Kain)
-Talking to people (Kai and Yoshi)
-Cats (Yoshi)
-Dogs (Kia)


Other
Anything else?

So begins...

Yoshiya Kamelot's Story

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Character Portrait: Kevin DuVaye Character Portrait: Yoshiya Kamelot Character Portrait: Zoe Zanders
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Zoe had spent the first twelve hours of her day riding in a car with her mother, who kept apologizing for the situation that they were in now. Her mother didn't mean a damn word she said or Zoe wouldn't even be here. She took one glance at her mother before biting her lip hard. "Shut the fuck up." She said rolling her eyes. "You are the reason we are even in this situation. Do you even realize what you've done?" She found herself smashing a foot against the floor board before brushing her hair out of her eyes. "My future is dead. Every pageant you put me in.. A fucking waste." She had no more respect for her mother. Her life was ruined and it was her mother's fault.

As the school came into view, Zoe felt herself closing up for the next year. She wasn't going to let anybody in because she no longer needed anybody. Her own mother let her down, so why would she even consider letting some stranger into her life. Before her mom could even put the car in park, Zoe was out of it making her way to the trunk. She quickly grabbed her luggage out and headed into the main entrance.

"Zoe, please. Wait." Her mother called as she was having trouble untangling the seatbelt from around her. "Zoe!" With one last glance back to her mother, she walked into the school. That's the thing about this school. No parents are allowed to come in with the kids. Something about making their start easier on them. Zoe was greatly at this point.

She ran into one of the teachers and was quickly escorted to the auditorium. She noticed that she was either close to last or dead last to enter the room. She stood up straight making her way to the front row, taking a seat far apart from anybody. Listening to the principal became a drag not even two seconds into his speech. She found herself looking around rather at him to see if she could catch glance at any of the other students. Before she knew it, the principal had dismissed them to unpack and mingle. She would do one of the two and that was unpack.

She rose from her chair and walked past the boy who claimed to be 'The Mask', politely excusing herself past him so she could get to the door. Out in the hall she found herself lost. She noticed a teacher guiding a boy away, so she followed close behind to see if the two were headed for the dorms. Luckily for her, they were. She had to pull out her booklet with the information provided to her and found that she was at the end of the hall. This would mean walking back to boy that she noted would be in room two.

"Hey." She said quickly before continuing on her way to her dorm, where she rushed to get inside before more students would appear. Once inside, she began to unpack. This became a huge drag the second she opened her suitcase. She found herself making up her bed and collapsing on top of it until she heard the bell for dinner.

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Character Portrait: Kevin DuVaye Character Portrait: Yoshiya Kamelot Character Portrait: Mylo Zsylo Character Portrait: Reno Sol Character Portrait: Olivia Thorn
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Olivia Thorn


A roughness within the wooden chair that Olivia Thorn sat upon made her frown as she shuffled to try and be comfortable to no avail. There were only a small number of other individuals such as her sat on similar chairs within a hall, they seemed pretty wacky, there was a kid dressed up as a comic book hero for Christā€™s sake, did he make that outfit himself or something?

Positioned near the right a few rows from the back of the room a voice boomed over them, a voice Olivia found disturbingly pointless, it was of course the principles as he barked on about the school she had found herself enrolled in. If anything Olivia would have chosen to avoid this place, the new walls, new seats, new people, new everything, it shook her a little as she blew deep breaths to keep calm. New places were not something Olivia could deal with, that was because she suffered from general adaptation syndrome, a hazard of a nuisance. She wouldnā€™t let anyone know she was struggling though, that was her problem alone.

Sitting back she scanned the people around her muffling out a quick impulse of laughter as the comic book kid announced himself as ā€˜the maskā€™ of all things possible. Why on earth would someone do that? Olivia mused over the thought smirking as she gazed around the other students her eyes looking out for potential future victims to her devious spying. Her eyes frowned slightly when she overheard the pink haired boy talking, with every few paragraphs he seemed to talk like a different person, it was strange and it shocked her slightly. Olivia knew the school was for problem youths, but she hadnā€™t really prepared herself for meeting others with serious psychological problems. This was going to be a new experience, what was up with each of the people here? They must all have their own secrets, stories, morals; she wondered what she may discover amongst such a new flock with a new eagerness.

The silver haired male did not look too pleased with the comic book kidā€™s gesture of welcome which attracted her attention within the crowd as some left for their dorms; Olivia figured that was where they were going anyway. The kid was seriously overplaying it with his manners, did he always talk that? What interested her however, was the look on the silver haired oneā€™s face, he was agitated instantly, meaning he was probably someone easy to anger. A devilish grin spread across her lips as she made a mental note, definite easy target to annoy when bored.

When silver hair responded with "Listen, The Idiot, I'm not going to help someone who can't follow the crowd and figure out for his own self where a couple of dorm rooms are. Especially since you look like some stupid hero cast-off from a fucking comic book from the fuckass fifties. So unless you have a better idea of what the hell you're doing, then leave me the fuck alone." something triggered within Olivia that suddenly made her burst out loud laughing as she looked at the pair quite obviously.

His insult really was pretty accurate to the comic book kids appearance but his nickname of ā€˜the idiotā€™ amused her greatly.

ā€œSuch pleasant greetingsā€ she spoke up in a light toned voice yet loud enough to leave a small echo within the hall they were in. Letting out a few more laughs she stood up without any explanation only to have that comic book kid fall over a chair right infront of her. It was hard not to raise an eyebrow with the surprise, it was the oncoming laughter that she struggled to hold back moving a hand to her mouth in order to fiegn it off, she really shouldn't laugh at clumsiness. 'The mask' soon darted out of the door however leaving that grizzly silver haired boy alone, probably something he prefered by the look of him. Grizzly, yes, that suited what of his personality she had seen already already, maybe it would annoy him too? She would have to find out later anyhow.

Looking around she felt her palms grow clammy, this place was alien to her, new territory, she didn't yet know of its in's and out's, or where the doorms were for that matter. Catching a final glimpse of comic book kid as he just left the room she made a quick decision, annoying grizzly can come later, though it was definietly something she was going to do, she needed a pass time of course.
Nimbly making her way out of the clash of chairs due to 'the mask's' fall Olivia darted after him being sure to keep a good pace back so as not to be noticed as she took in everything her eyes scanned, her hands clenching into fists as her heart rose. She did not like being alone in new environments, she needed something familiar at least, anything, she looked back at the purple suitcase she dragged behind her for a second, it was little comfort as she rarely used it.

Eventually her plan came to success, following comic book kid lead her right to the doorms, though the hallway looked errily long to her, every step took determination. She came here to get over those stupid nightmares, this stupid adaption syndrome, she had to suck it in and deal with it whether she wanted too or not. Comic book kid ran to knock on some door, maybe it was his though why would he knock? Olivia took a deep breath and forced herself to take a step forward, it was difficult but steadily breathing tended to help. Her suitcase made an odd rattle its hinges a tad rusted as she moved down the hall at a rather slow pace.

"Just another few steps Liv, you can do this, there you go, now one more"
she mentally tried to encourage herself.

Her head was directed at her feet as she moved past the two boys stood talking, one had unusual green hair, it kind of suited him though he looked a bit young, was he old enough to even be here? The other was the guy she had seen speaking before in the hall, the one with multiple personalities, what was it like to have that she wondered? Would he be easy to annoy? Or did each personality have their own likes and dislikes, did they communicate, how many can one person have, how do you know which one is the original? So many questions buzzed in her mind, she wanted to know, she wanted to know the answers to all of them. That was what made Olivia as nosey as she was, she always had questions and just wanted them answered, of course she also liked knowing things so she could put the knowledge to use especially if its a means of annoyance.

Suddenly stopping pulling her purple suitcase up to her she looked up at the two boys still clenching, then un-clenching her hand from a fist as she tried to push her syndrome to the back of her mind. "How many?" she suddenly asked the pink haired one without much background to her question "How many personalities do you have? Is it weird?" she continued unaware if she may be making him uncomfortable or not, Olivia never payed that much notice when asking questions.
Her eyes flickered back and forth between them, she wondered what the green haired kids problem was, she hadn't heard him talk much yet she had been sat too far away in the hall to listen.

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Character Portrait: Konstantyn Alphonse de La Fontaine Character Portrait: Yoshiya Kamelot Character Portrait: Mylo Zsylo
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Konstantyn Alphonse de La Fontaine

Silence enveloped the pink-haired male as the principal paced quickly back and fourth on the stage; an emotionless and serious expression plastered onto the younger male's features with the slender, porcelain face. Large, bulky headphones were wrapped nicely around his neck like a coiled anaconda, and ironically enough, Konstantyn did kind of like snakes. Anyways, he barely paid any attention as his eyes kept straying off, looking at the other students in silent curiosity. Obviously, Kon was a mysterious individual; it is hard to tell what he is thinking to the point it becomes intimidating. He may be thinking he wants to kill you, hug you, be nice, scream at you, he's generally unpredictable.

So was this school, but y'know, this is a school for the "insane". It's rather believable for it to be utterly unpredictable.

Getting off topic now, sorry. Problems, y'know? Anyways, there was a rather delicate appearing green-headed boy, followed by a kid with a mask, a girl with short dark hair, a redhead with white stripes in his hair, "Kind of reminds me of a race car," the pink-haired male whispered to himself. Honestly it was kind of neat to see that here, people were actually being themselves for once, though that may be a little hypocritical referring to the French/Polish kid, Konstantyn.

Kon had sharp, teal eyes, to say the least if you wish to describe appearance, which show no emotion whatsoever. His eyes are his most prominent feature, and how, it was kind of ironic there was another kid that looked just like him, except without glasses and his face was more round, and well, adding the fact he looked a bit younger than Kon here. It was actually interesting.

The male's straying and distracted gaze shifted down to his manicured and long nails; they had no else color than a salmon pink. His fingernails could pass as girl nails, but he keeps them long for reasons:

Number one, it's hard to open packages. I mean, you have to use scissors and shit. It's easier to use nails.

Number two, he keeps them for a personal reason. Just look beyond the scarf around his neck, if you really dare.

Well now, Konstantyn only opened his ears to listen to the part about dorms; he needed some relaxation for once, though he took a mental note to stay a bit far away from the other teenagers and children at the dinner table when dinner time hits him. Also, the pink haired kid tends to sit weird at dinner tables because there's a ledge: he sits with his legs pressed against his chest like he's almost curling into a ball, and he lowers his head to let his soft, conditioned pink hair fall in front of his eyes.

Once everything was over, he rose quietly, bangs just barely covering his emotionless eyes. He began to walk, slightly slouched, until a kid came walking up to him; and he was a mess. He stuttered, and all else, and he seemed socially awkward, kind of like how Konstantyn is except more innocent-acting. What a sweet bo-

......

Okay. The sudden change spooked Konstantyn just a bit, he could admit that, though he didn't flinch or show any emotion: as always, you should expect it, especially from this strange-ass kid. Fuck, you should just put him in the Addams family. Konstantyn "Addams", the poker face wise-ass. Fitting.

Konstantyn inhaled as the male spoke, threatening him and all else, then before he could speak another kid showed up; that kid that looked just like him. Becoming frustrated, he sighed. "If you could let me speak, I'll gladly tell you where your dorm is, and the threats are not needed. By the way, I do speak English obviously, despite being Polish and French, and I'm not as big as an idiot you may believe I am. I am simply quiet." Blinking slowly, he flexed his tensing hands and pointed in the direction of the dorms. "I studied the map before I came. I should know, unless you don't want to trust me, and be an arrogant child. Though, it's believable; in fact, don't trust me. Actually, the threats are wanted, because I really don't care if you wish to beat me up. You know what, do beat me up. Then it's all fun." The male blinked slowly as he extended a slender digit to move his glasses back onto the bridge of his knows, teal eyes staring down at the male and then the other, who supposedly had Dissociative Identity Disorder. Interesting.

Slipping his headphones back on to listen, he ducked his head as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and silently turned away, slouching as well, which was normal, for him at least. "You're welcome." Konstantyn mumbled as he made his way to the door to exit.