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Yลซ Maeda

Imagination begins with the toxicity of an idea.

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a character in “Westcreek”, originally authored by bethelit, as played by RolePlayGateway

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filertextI FEEL YOUR EYES LOOK INTO MY MIND, SMILING SO SURREAL; DEAD INSIDE
YOU'LL FIND US SOON, THERE'S NO MORE ROOM.

LOLโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” โ—Š โ—Š โ—Š
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      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ NAMEโ‹ฎ XX Yลซ Maeda (ๅ‰็”ฐ ๆ‚ )
      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ NICKNAMEโ‹ฎ XX Maido
      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ AGEโ‹ฎ XX Twenty-Four
      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ RACEโ‹ฎ XX Basilisk (Yato-no-kami subspecies)
      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ JOBโ‹ฎ XX Fine Arts Student & Stationery Store Manager
      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ GENDERโ‹ฎ XX Female
      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ SEXUALITYโ‹ฎ XX Biromantic Asexual


      ๏น™ โœ— ๏นš


      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ EYE COLORโ‹ฎ XX Dark Brown
      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HAIR COLORโ‹ฎ XX Black
      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ HEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX 5'10"
      โœ— โ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆโ–ˆ WEIGHTโ‹ฎ XX 120 lbs


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WORDSWORDSWORDSโ™” ใ€‚I THINK YOU'RE MINE Image
WORWODSWORDSโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

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๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผณ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน โœ

Through stone-colored eyes, a Basilisk sees all.

Stoic and ever-observant, Yลซ Maedaโ€™s human physiognomy doesnโ€™t make her any less reptilian. Like the rest of her species, she carries a glide in her walk, never slowing, never stopping. With pursed lips and a pessimistic disposition, Yลซ leaves a trail of deadly venom in her wake, and projects a likewise lethal gaze. Thereโ€™s an unspoken sense of pride in the way she looks at her work, at herself, and at her lineage. She belongs to the breed of โ€œconfident cool,โ€ exclusive to Yato-no-kami Basilisks. As a Yato-no-kami remnant, Yลซ takes her heritage very seriously.

To Yลซ, Yato-no-kami means poison and power. Sheโ€™s a destruction demigod, and assumes everyone else knows it too. Vengeful like those before her, she refuses to forgive and forget. Her grace is hard-earned, and some wonder if she has the capacity to lower her standards. (She doesnโ€™t.) Since childhood, sheโ€™s never abandoned her diligence and commitment to duty. Yลซ, to some degree, understands that being a genius of hard work makes her unpopular with less competent others. She doesnโ€™t care though, and maintains distance from uninspiring people.

Coiled and intense, Yลซ allows few into her inner circle. Her friends are usually creatives; she works best surrounded by visionaries, and "wonโ€™t compromise for sheeple.โ€ On top of being standoffish, she comes off unapologetically pretentious. Those who know her well, however, understand that her attitude stems from awkwardness instead of malice. Probably.

Though her scales are tough, Yลซโ€™s soft when she wants to be. She warms up to hard workers, and feels a connection towards people with integrity. Unfortunately, her resting bitch face and emotional constipation complicates her expressiveness. Those who befriend her require patience and tolerance for unyielding, blunt language. Truly, she appreciates dedicated friends. Although strict and sometimes volatileโ€”Yลซ works hard to maintain relationships that she cares about. For this reason, her greatest fear, is, perhaps, betrayal. A Basiliskโ€™s underbelly is, after all, among its most vulnerable points.

While she can poison with touch, Yลซ has no defense against emotional pain. True to her reptilian mindset, Yลซโ€™s disposition was formed entirely around self-preservation. Poison and power, she reminds herself. (Sheโ€™s a destruction demigod, donโ€™t you know?) High heels, leather jackets, and grunge make-up--she keeps a sharp look to remind all of who she is.

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xxxxPLAYLIST
xxxxโ–บ FROTH - SACCHARINE SUNSHINE
xxxxโ–บ ALVVAYS - ADULT DIVERSION
xxxxโ–บ SKIP SKIP BEN BEN - LAST NIGHT
xxxxโ–บ CORNERS - PRESSURE
xxxxโ–บ BEACH FOSSILS - TAKING OFF
xxxxโ–บ RADIOHEAD - CREEP
xxxxโ–บ THE NOVEMBERS - FLOWER OF LIFE


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WORDSWORDSImage Image SACCHARINE SUNSHINE
WORWODSWORDSWORDSWORDSWORDSโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
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xx โ˜†๏น—๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
poetic justice โœ— upfront people โœ— TED talks โœ— dense, challenging literature โœ— small spaces โœ— the beach (& sunbathing) โœ— concerts โœ— emojis ใƒพ(ยด๏ฝฅฯ‰๏ฝฅ๏ฝ€) โœ— intense 1x1 conversations โœ— collaborating with creatives โœ— how patient her friends are with her โœ— ethnic foods โœ— postmodernism โœ— shoegaze & etc. underground rock โœ— dark, powerful colors โœ— tea & alcohol โœ— yoga โœ— mice, frogs, and bugs โœ— fellow reptiles โœ— low-key she still watches anime and sleeps with stuffed animals (tell no one) โœ— her intimidating height (โ€ขฬ€oโ€ขฬ)เธ‡ โœ— curling up in bed after a long day โœ— the texture of dried, acrylic paint โœ— her art


xx โ˜…๏น—๏ผค๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผซ๏ผฅ๏ผณ
sex (& etc. prolonged physical contact) โœ— unreliable people โœ— rudeness & pettiness โœ— watering herself down for other people โœ— annie's texts โœ— social obligations โœ— miscommunication โœ— making mistakes โœ— overwhelming social events โœ— loud places (besides concerts) โœ— small children (can't scare them off, can't persuade them) โœ— westcreek โœ— general carelessness โœ— being looked at the wrong way โœ— people making puns with her name (why Yลซ do this to her? ห™โ€†อœสŸห™ ) โœ— gouache (why is it the way it is?)
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WORDWORSโœ— BITTER LIFE'S GREY SKIES Image Image Image
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โœ ๏ผฑ๏ผต๏ผฉ๏ผฒ๏ผซ๏ผณ | ๏ผจ๏ผก๏ผข๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผณ

chews lower lip when frustrated โœ— grows out her nails for manicures โœ— owns the same grunge eyeshadow palette in five different brands โœ— keeps a tidy workplace โœ— collects cute notebooks โœ— has an amalgam of organizers for all her art supplies โœ— believes in color psychology โœ— has an anal design sense โœ— cuter on the internet than she is in real life โœ— appears tense at times โœ— sleeps with an electric blanket

โœ๏ผด๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผด๏ผณ | ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผง๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผณ

โœ— COUNSELING ; If you can get past Yลซ's venomous delivery, her advice is usually quite apt if not reasonably sound.
โœ— FORWARD-THINKING ; As a visionary, unique concepts come easily to Yลซ; she's a resourceful artist.
โœ— PIERCING GAZE ; Yลซ doesn't like making eye contact, and only does so when feeling threatened or demeaning. Despite her slight figure, she knows how to make someone feel small.
โœ— NO-NONSENSE ; She's the perfect manager and the worst critic. Competent, conscientious, and dutiful--Yลซ gets work done. Meaning, if her collaborators don't follow suit, they're in for a mouthful.


โœ๏ผฆ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผท๏ผณ | ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผณ๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผณ

โœ— RESTING BITCH FACE ; Yลซ's aloof, default expression makes her appear standoffish. As a young Basilisk, she used to feel insecure about her mean look. She values it now, having realized its effectiveness against "sheeple."
โœ— SLEEPLESS ; As a Basilisk, Yลซ has the circadian rhythm of a snake. She's active only at particular times of the day, namely during her work hours or sometime between 1 to 4AM. Perhaps her cranky tendencies stem from her irregular sleep habits. Not that she'd do anything about it.
โœ— DON'T TOUCH ME ; Physical contact makes Yลซ uncomfortable. She communicates care through words and spending quality time with others.
โœ— PERFECTIONIST ; To Yลซ, nothing can ever be "good enough" even when her work appears solid. This contributes towards a hapless cycle of self-depreciation and dislike from others.


โœ ๏ผฆ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผณ

โœ— DEATH OR INJURY ; To some level, the prospect of physical harm threatens her confidence. As a destruction demigod, Yลซ prefers seeing herself as indestructible. She avoids thinking about death, lest she be drawn into an existential crisis.
โœ— BEING A DISAPPOINTMENT ; As a highly self-critical person, Yลซ fears being a disappointment more than she fears death. She's afraid of letting down anyone, especially herself.
โœ— BETRAYAL ; If Yลซ allows someone into her inner circle, she's making herself vulnerable to them. Abandonment and betrayal leave emotional scars that her strengths can't heal.

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WORDWORSImage Image I THINK YOU'RE MINE I THINK YOU'RE FINE โœ—
WORDSWORDSWORDORWORDSโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”
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xxx๏ผจ๏ผฉ๏ผณ๏ผด๏ผฏ๏ผฒ๏ผนโœ—

A strong fixation to destruction supposedly lies at the heart of every Yato-no-kami; the Maeda clan is no exception.

The Maeda Basilisks are a prominent breed of Yato-no-kami, known for their pride and dedication to their territories. Among Japanese supernaturals, the Maeda snake-kami were the object of great fear, since it was said that if one laid eyes on them, his or her family line would be exterminated. To appeal to them, humans widely enshrined and worshipped them in regions across Japan. Naturally, the Maeda were shocked when the Japanese supernatural bureau finally uprooted them, and displaced them to Westcreek. No longer were the Maeda revered kami, but instead, strangers in a foreign land.

What gave them away still remains a mystery. Neither of her parents will breach the topic, and Yลซ grew up knowing not to ask. As a young Basilisk, Yลซ inherited her family's bitterness and isolation. Sheโ€™s only certain about two things: she is made of power and poison, and that she does not belong in Westcreek. From behind stone-colored eyes, she paints what she understands, stroke by stroke, in hopes that sheโ€™ll find her place. Yลซ doesn't feel particular attachment towards Westcreek; instead, she seeks to make sense of her identity through artistic endeavors.

As the successor of an old, powerful Basilisk family, Yลซโ€™s own destructive qualities manifest through creation. Yลซ applies paint to canvas because she has much more difficulty connecting to the circumstances of her past. She holds her ancestry close to her heart, and hopes to uncover the truth behind her familyโ€™s strife. She does not mind seeking painful answers. After all, lifeโ€™s heaviest burden is having nothing to carry.

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๏ผ†O1 ๏ผฏ๏ผด๏ผจ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ

FACE CLAIM ; KIKO MIZUHARA
HEX CODE ; #A9AB8C
PLAYED BY ; BETHELIT
CREATED BY ; VERIX

So begins...

Yลซ Maeda's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Raleigh Lanster Character Portrait: Yลซ Maeda Character Portrait: Belle Tarkani Character Portrait: Olivia Summers Character Portrait: Valerius Cinna Character Portrait: Tallulah Lum Character Portrait: Maxwell Kelly Character Portrait: Lucas Silva Character Portrait: Helena Grimm Character Portrait: Quirinus Avery Character Portrait: Valerius Chevalier Character Portrait: Willa Haywood Character Portrait: Saira Zahariev Character Portrait: Nico Matsumoto Character Portrait: Hinata Shimizu Character Portrait: Daniel Driscoll Character Portrait: Cรฉcile Valovoi
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ACT ONE : PART ONE : INTRODUCTION
LOCATION: MAINSTREET
TIME: 6:30PM


Summers in Westcreek were nothing short of exceptional. In general, the city's climate was all around lovely, cool winters and warm summers, a generally moderate climate. But it was the summers, really, that were something else. And it was because of evenings.

When the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, it transformed the sky into a canvas, bold streaks of color staining it, creating a view that could only be called art. It was generally acknowledged that this was the best time of day to be out and about, the best of hours to be caught walking the city streets.Today was something of a unique occasion, though, and on this particular evening, you'd be hard pressed to find a citizen of Westcreek not out in the streets. There was a reason for this, and it was called the Festival of Life, an annual occurrence that called for the celebration of the original founding of the city of Westcreek. And the event was something to behold. It had all the ambiance and staples of any small town suburban fairs-- portable rides that no one felt quite safe riding but always did anyway, game stalls everyone knew was rigged but still coughed up money to play, stands for local shop owners to try and sell some wares, even the exact sort of festival food that inevitably led to an upset stomach the next day but was still widely eaten-- but was somehow grander. Almost larger than life. By all accounts, it should have been a spectacularly fun event. However, there was always, unfailingly, a vague sense of discomfort and tension hanging heavy in the air the night of.

The event wasn't mandatory, for heaven's sake, no the mayor would never want to force anybody to do anything they didn't want to do. But everyone knew it might as well have been. They'd all heard stories of the people who decided to chance it, who decided to spit on the foundation of the institution, and the stories never ended well. It was almost insulting, in a sense. Forced to celebrate what began their imprisonment? Sat down and force fed pleasantries and lies, a false history shoved down their throats that they'd have to regurgitate later on? And yet, they all attended. And it was fun. It was hard to take that away from it. The city council never went anything but all out on the annual affair. Children shrieked as they ran through the fairgrounds, holding their cotton candies high and begging their parents for another go on the vomit inducing spinning machine. The neon glow of the rides and games lent a cool and breathable atmosphere to the place Westcreek only saw a few times a year. It was fun. That's exactly what people would respond with the next day when they were asked about how their night went. With a heavy heart, a tense smile, "It was fun."