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[Mind Twin Raizie]

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» The gods and titans aren't the only ones who can reproduce. You're living proof of that. Daughter of the one and only Medusa, your childhood was spent far away from the god's current domain in America. Born and raised on the Greek island Crete, you are one of the few children born from those the original tales who has lived in the new, god-free Greece. And you loved it. Sunshine, beaches, good food; everything about Greece appealed to you. Well, except the fact that your mother stayed cooped up in that house of hers, tending to the statue that, once upon a time, was your father. The fear of being found by demigods has always kept you and your mother on your toes, knowing that all it takes is one slip up before those brats came around to try and cut of your head. Unfortunately, no one, not even you, is perfect, and a couple years ago an incident at a local party nearly gave you and your mother away. Scared you fled Greece, venturing from city to city throughout Asia and Europe, looking for a job that would keep you safe incase any deranged half-god children came looking for you. Finally you settled in Milan, entranced by the old building so like your beloved home, and it didn't take long before you joined the fashion world. Ironic as it may be, you're now one of the biggest names in modelling, but that's not your only occupation. On the side, you're recently gotten a gig that almost as rewarding as fashion; making demigods and their parents miserable.

" medusa's child preserved her former looks,
she kept her out of all the storybooks
just to get back at all of the men
who have tried time and time again
to claim the right to her demise and end "

"the way you move, one would be prone
to want to be turned into stone by you "



MELAINA x ( ♕ ) x GEORGES
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XX( mel, lane ) ( twenty-two ) ( birthdate ) ( fatal flaw; vengeance ) ( weight ) ( homosexual )XX

( ♕ ) NOT JUST A PRETTY FACE


If you ever make the mistake of ******** me over, be prepared to get exactly what's coming to you. Whoever said karma's a b***h hadn't met me. I may be a pretty little girl, but I'm not a princess, darling. Try and mess with me if you don't believe it, then we'll see just how cute you are when you're shattered into a million pieces. That, or completely humiliated, although I save that rare little treat for guys who think they have a chance with me. As if. But when they don't get that no means no, I won't resist in putting on a cute little pout, swinging my hips and a little, and leading them on for my general entertainment. Which, for the record, usual ends up in them being naked little statues, left in some public place to 'thaw out'.

Don't trust me for a second. I may say I'm on your side, I may do whatever you tell me to do, but I don't play for anyone's team but my own. I work with my own interests in mind, no one else's, and if it comes down to it I'll manipulate whoever I have to get my way. Some called it being two-faced, I call it being smart. On the outside I've got my looks, my dumb model, deer-in-the-headlights, glazed over eyes, and on the inside I'm every bit the ugly monster my mother and her sister were transformed into.


( ♕ ) LOOK DEEP INTO MY EYES


■ That's right, sweetheart, look at me long enough and you'll turn to stone. Of course, thanks to my father's mortal blood it's hardly as immediate as my mother's gaze, nor is it as permanent. Instead, a brief look into my eyes petrifies most mortals for several seconds, demigods for an ever briefer period of time. Usually, that's enough time for me to make a dramatic exit, but certainly not enough for me to play with my food a little. Therefore I use longer gazes to my advantage, as well as try and reduce the distance between my victim's eyes and my own as much as possible. Direct eyes contact for ten unblinking seconds starts to harden my victim's muscles, and after half a minute their entire body because hard as stone. They'll thaw out after an hour or so, though, so it's not exactly an effective means of riding myself of annoyances, but it works in the short term, don't you agree~?

■ Ah yes, snakes. What faithful pets and useful tools they are, especially when your eyes just don't have the statue-making effect you wish they did. Nothing says don't you dare move a muscle you pathetic demigod like a boa constrictor wrapped around your midsection. Thanks my mother's . . . unfortunate ties with these creatures, snakes fall under my domain, and I'm always sure to keep some of my most precious babies around. See this wonderful scarf around my neck? Not a scarf. You'd be surprised how powerfully the mist works for me, even some demigods don't see what's coming until my designer accessories start biting them.

■ Swords? Shields? Ha, those weapons are for demigod chumps! We're in the twenty-fire century, people - why use a blades when you can use guns? That's right, proud owner of a celestial bronze shooting handgun right here. I can shoot it, too; just ask darling little Theodore. Hera knows I've filled him full of enough holes. It's a tragedy that God food works so well, though - bullets never do as much damage as you hope they will.



( ♕ ) HATE IT, LOVE IT


Men. As a whole they're disgusting, loathsome creatures, and you can't trust any of them! Mother did, and look where that got her.

Modelling. With all those boys and girls worshipping models now-a-days, I don't even need to look in a mirror to know how beautiful I am.

Athena. Mark my words, I'll get back at her for taking away my mother's beauty - let's see how much she loves her precious children when I'm done with them.

Poseidon. Everything I hate about men, all rolled into one awful package. I'll make sure to have a little fun with his kids too.


( ♕ ) REWRITING HISTORY


First off, I feel it's only right that I clear my mother's name before telling you a bit about myself. She gets such bad rep, what with the whole doing . . . things in Athena' temple fiasco. Truth is Poseidon just ******** her over. Literally. Thanks to the horn ball of a sea barnacle, Athena decided to ruin my mother's mortal life by turning her into a hideous beast. Of course, I mean that in the most loving of ways, but I've got to be honest, Mom lost more than her virginity that day Poseidon forced himself on her in the temple. In her time, the only mortal Gorgon sister was the most sought after beauty around. Suitors constantly came to her trying to win her over, but where did that get her? On some island, waiting until the day a son of Zeus decided to come chop off his head so he could use it as a wedding! Goes to show how just and fair these great Greek gods are, doesn't it? Not to mention their awful children. The fact that my mother gets to come back each time one of the Camp brats comes to decapitate her must just make her day, don't you think? Ugh, anyways, let's get on to me shall we? If I keep talking about all the little demigods brats out there I might just puke.

[/smiles brightly] Hey, Know-It-All. Bet you can't believe I made your piece of junk necklace record videos, can you? I'd tell you how, but I need proof that I'm the smarter one. [/laughs] Anyways . . . I . . . I just wanted to leave you with something. An apology, an explanation - anything. I don't want you to be mad. Even though you probably want to kill me yourself right now and don't want to hear me out, I want to tell you I'm sorry. Not for doing it - I'll never be sorry for that, no matter how mad you are. I am sorry for hurting you, though. I'm sorry for making your worry, for making you cry. And if you haven't done any of those things, I'm sorry for not loving you enough. Because I do you love Thali. I love you so much. Don't be sad that we never told each other while I was still around. I know you feel the same way - your Mom told me. When he visited me in the Justice Building. If I weren't dead right now, I'd give you another earful for convincing everyone to vote you in! You know as well as I do that it hurts more to think about the person you care about dying than to consider dying yourself. That's why I did what I did. I can't image a world without you and your smile. When I said that thing - you know, about me not minding dying so long as a good person who has the rest of their life to live wins this thing - your face was the only face that came to mind. Well, Kadin too, but you're a lot prettier.

[/another laugh] You have to win, Edison. I'd love for you to actually listen to me just this one and actually do that, but I doubt you will. So, please, just don't throw your life away. Finish what we started if you want, but remember this: you're my most precious thing, Thalia. I literally died to keep you safe, so if you ever cared about me you'd respect that and keep yourself out of danger. Keep yourself alive.

( /can hear Thalia calling to him in the distance "Hey, Gav! We're ready to go!" )

[/wiggles eyebrows and laugh] Well, you're calling, so I better wrap this up. [/pause] I don't really know how to say goodbye. I don't want to. But, then again, I probably won't later, and you need closure. So . . . goodbye, Thalia. I've always loved you; I love you so, so much right now; and I will love you even when you're listening to this. Love like ours just doesn't die - it's kinda like energy. Can't be created or destroyed. [/chuckles] Sorry, sorry. I'll keep serious. In return, please - please - keep save for me. And whatever you do, INSIDE JOKE FROM SOME POINT IN THE GAMES.

THEIR OBSCURE THING THEY SAY TO EACH OTHER AS A FAREWELL.

I was born in Crete, the largest of the Greek islands, and home to Theseus back in the day. Luckily the days of heroes are long gone for Greece, and instead it's more of a vacation destination than a place where you'd expect to find a Minotaur in a maze. I suppose that's why, once she reformed, my mother decided it'd be a good place to hide out. Of course, it took her a while to get used to the mortals, to find a way to blend in, but eventually once she got used to thick, extremely dark sunglasses, the island life began to suit her quite well. It didn't take long for her to fall for a young man, so like the suitors who used to shower her with affection, and after a romantic trip to Red Beach, she decided there couldn't be any harm in spending the night with him. After all, what could Athena do to her this time? Long story short, my father got the bright idea to take off Medusa's sun glasses after they'd had a little 'fun', and nine months later I all I had for a daddy was a naked statue. Not exactly normal, but neither is having a mother who was too terrified to look you in the eyes. Turns out, however, Medusa isn't as petrifying ugly as Athena tried to make her out to be.

When I was three years old, I saw my mother's eyes for the first time. I knew I shouldn't be taking off her 'special glasses' while she was asleep, but I was a toddler. Rules were meant to be broken. Anyways, her eyes snapped open, mouth unleashing a mournful, horrified scream for fear of what she had done, and she immediately began to weep. I had been the only thing to love her, to care for her, since she had been cursed to a life alone, and look what she had done to be! She had . . . done nothing. Yes, that's right - I'm the only person alive who can look Medusa in the eyes. Surprised? You shouldn't be. I was born from that woman, have her curse running through my veins, and later on in life, discovered I have her curse as well, although luckily to a lesser extent. As obvious as it might have been when one thought about it, however, Medusa couldn't believe her luck. Her baby, her precious, beautiful baby, was immune to the punishment Athena had brought on her. For the first time since that night with Poseidon, she was able to look someone in the eyes, and someone was able to tell her she wasn't as ugly as she thought she was. That was kind of a big deal for her.

Anyways, after several long years my mother got tired of making me stare at her all the time, and eventually I got out of the little house she had bought in Matala. I started going to school, learning things about the world that my hermit, people-hating mother had been unable to teach me. Eventually, I grew a taste for a life outside of her grasp, developed an addict to the world of mortals, and ventured out more frequently. Despite her persistent warnings, it didn't take long for me to start to fool around with boys. By age twelve I was the popular, pretty girl all the boys followed around and claimed to be 'just friends' with. Age fourteen, I'd kissed over half of them. Age sixteen . . . well, I supposed you can assume what happened then. Yes, that's right - I got sexually assaulted. It was this night, at a friend's party, that I first prove to truly be my mother's child.

The guy had pulled me off to the side, claiming he wanted a bit of 'fun'. Honestly, I knew what he meant, and while I was by no means willings to 'give it up' to him, I didn't see the harm in a little teasing. Teasing was what I excelled at, after all, for flirting with guys was one of the many ways I'd managed to use the drop-dead gorgeous looks I'd inherited from my once beautiful mother. Unfortunately, this guy didn't take no for an answer. It was while he was forcing me against the wall, pinning my wrists to my sides, that my eyes narrowed and made contact with his. I didn't know how I was doing it, but the wretched being turned to stone right before my eyes. Mercilessly I ripped my arms out of his hands, shattering a finger or two in the process, and ran. I ran, and ran, and ran. I had to tell my mother, warn her that we should get away before the authorities found one of the local kids was killed by being encased in concrete (the mist works even for us 'monsters', you know). If word got out, we'd surely be hunted again . . .

Before I could tell her, however, I noticed a familiar form stumbling out of the party. It was the guy, the one I'd just turned to stone.

I didn't stick around long enough to find out myself, but friends later told me what happened. Or, at least what they thought happened.

SEDUCTIVE ♕ TWO-FACED ♕ VENGEFUL
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XX&& THAT IS WHY I WAS DECLAIRED THE xxdaughter of MedusaXX

Rai_Shadow

[Mind Twin Raizie]

FOR MY BELOVED ARTIE-POO <3

lyrics from - how to save a life
colors - #E55B3C, #F62817, #F88017
& I added #F08080/lightcoral

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[Mind Twin Raizie]

layout was jacked form Hali
I believe . . .
but it was pretty! D:

dear reader, my name is
PROJECT 51, CLASS A -
CODENAME: DESTROYER
but please feel free to call me Desmond or Des




reader, below is what i call the basic information of my life
↘ 'Sixteen', although he's technically only be in operation for five years
↘ Asexual - being a robot isn't exactly the perfect recipe for a romantic life.
↘ Good . . . until the moment a Kishin walks in the room, that is. PARTNER.
↘ Demon Weapon

↘ sleeping in ;; eating ;; friendship
↘ conflict ;; feuding ;; blood
↘ quiet ;; compliant ;; pacifistic

↘ Standing at five feet, four inches, Project 51 is not a very tall sixteen-year-old boy. Then again, he's not what most would consider a 'boy'. More like a lab rat. Despite being grown in a test tube, designed for the moment of 'birth' for nothing sort of perfection, Destroyer physically appears to fall sort. He lacks the usual muscular physic that many, male demon weapons his age possess. This, in contrast, makes him appear all the more lanky, weak, and, to be perfectly honest, feminine. It's not just lack of a manly figure that makes him girlish, either. With stunning turquoise eyes, and dazzling long eyelashes, this caramel-colored skin experiment name is often mistake as a tomboy who had to get her head shaved. With such an appearance, one has to wonder if Destroyer is really the child the US military designed, or if the research and development sector's pride and joy was swapped with a supermodel's son. After all, this is surely does not look like the 'perfect weapon' the scientists claimed to produce. No, this boy is the type scrawny nerd that people feel the need to poke fun at, that gets pushed around and isn't even strong enough to tell bullies to stop, let alone force them to. Project 51 must be a failure. He cannot be this 'perfect weapon' . . . . or can he?

When in his weapon (or even partial weapon) form, the lanky and weak physical state of this 'failure' of a demon weapon seems completely insignificant, almost like it was designed to be a trap. If anything, it seemed planned - maybe an inside joke by a group of developers with a twisted sense of humour. Regardless, this is one demon weapon that should never be judged by his cover, especially when one considers the birthplace of this fearsome fighter. Area 51. Able to sprout a variety of odd, alien-like firearms and weaponry from his limbs, Destroyer, despite his meek nature and appearance, is quite the intimidating weapon. His almost sickly human form is the last thing on an opponents mind when he transforms into a full robotic arm in the hands of his meister, able to then morph into seemingly limited supply of odd weapons. Swords, shield, and not to mention a variety of out-of-this-world super weapons. Super alien weapons, one might say.

Overall, Project 51 Class A is not be to taken lightly. Beneath his outward vulnerable appearance lies a thing of ultimate destruction; a weapon designed to perfection that can, in theory, adapt to multiple meisters and become one of the most versatile death scythes. Well, if any meister ever was able to get him to actually fight with them, that is.

↘ Dull green and unimpressive, Project's 51's soul is just as intimidating as his physical appearance. That is to say that, should a group of witches sense him coming down the street, they wouldn't even bother to try and move away. While barley noticeable, there is something . . . off about this test-tube project. Maybe it's the fact that he's not fully human, that he's combined with so much machinery, that he just doesn't have the same glow as other weapons and meisters do. Whatever the case, those who can feel the odd vibes rolling out of this perfect weapon out do a double take, trying to figure out why this insignificant, weak soul feels so out of place, so awkward, on its own. And only on its own. When combined with a meister, Destroyer's soul quickly adapts to, and amplifies their own, acting like a super charged battery in order to boost the meister's efficiently in battle, as well as the power as their 'Soul Blast' - the most powerful of this weapons' gun-based attacks. Unfortunately, meister's souls aren't the only ones that easily influence his. Des' fatal flaw was that his creators never took into account madness. Built to automatically start syncing to all resonances in the general area, this A Class Project is quickly overwhelmed by madness. Even lesser evils, potential Kishin, can upset this shy weapon's delicate tuning, making him turn on whatever meister currently utilizing him.

Maybe that's the reason why he's still without a partner . . . .

↘ LOOK INTO THE PAST

↘ ABILITIES. ETC.




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yet another RP idea, that will probably never be made~
c:

name: my SOUL to take |
inspiration: soul eater, soul eater NOT!

plot: EAT! class members, AU/in the future.
an prestigious Academy that accepts special student from across the world. you can't just study your way into Shibusen - you have to be gifted. a weapon or a meister. the sword or the warrior.
these four groups of teens and pre-teens are either just starting their days at this academy, or they have finally managed to prove themselves and move up to the NOT! class. either way, their mission is simple - get 99 souls on the list and 1 witch soul so that the weapon will be become a Death Scythe, and the meister might become a three star. simple, right? not so much. there's this evil force called madness that's on the rise and making all the evil humans more powerful and numerous than ever, a handful of bitchy witches who will do anything to avoid getting killed and taking revenge for their sisters, a sorcerer who has gotten bored and wants to stir up some trouble, and an ancient evil called the kishin who is looking to break out and wreck havoc on the world. good luck, kids. you're going to need it.

roles:
meister 1 (female), weapon 1 (female)
meister 2 (male), weapon 2 (male) taken, Mind Twin Raize;; demon gun/alien weapon
meister 3 (female), weapon 3 (male)
meister 4 (male), weapon 4 (female)

evil humans --- NPC
kishin --- NPC (for now)
Shinigami --- NPC

witch 1 (female; corresponding animal = ???)
witch 2 (female; corresponding animal = ???)
witch 3 (female; corresponding animal = ???)

sorcerer (male)

teacher 1; meister
teacher 2; weapon (death scythe)

[Mind Twin Raizie]

possible application for this?

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!!▬▬▬▬▬▬ ( :dog.

yoshiko fuyu sohma

female

twenty-five

Mind Twin Raizie

reserved

( YOSHIKOFUYUSOHMA. )
shinedown shinedown shinedown shinedo sometimes x goodbye x is x a x second x chance


what a mouthful, just call me yo-yo or iko.

i'm a female, obviously. you wanna see for yourself?

i'm one of the unlucky ones, i was cursed by the dog.

i've suffered from this curse for twenty-five years.

the first breath i took was on the thirty first of january.

i'm heterosexual.

i stand at five feet, eight and a quarter inches.

the scale reads one hundred and twenty-six pounds.


↺; why are you always running in place?

EVEN THE MAN IN THE MOON DISAPPEARED SOMEWHERE IN THE STRATOSPHERE
EVEN THE MAN IN THE MOON DISAPPEARED SOMEWHERE IN THE STRATOSPHERE
EVEN THE MAN IN THE MOON DISAPPEARED SOMEWHERE IN THE STRATOSPHERE


Yoshiko is a very tricky person to figure out. To the Sohmas who interact with her on a daily basis she appears kind, enthusiastic, considerate, and loving. There is little doubt in many of her family members' (and even servants') minds that Iko is man's best friend in human form. Once an outsider tries to involve themselves in her life or someone proves to be disloyal to the God, however, Yoshiko is quick to put the pleasantries behind her and show her teeth. There is no in-between in the eyes of the dog. A person is either loved by her, or they are hated by her. Those who fall into the latter categories are quick to find out how judgmental Iko can be, and many outsiders consider this young woman to be disagreeable, bad-tempered, and incapable of companionship. While the first two are, regretfully, amongst this hostile dog's more prominent traits, the last is most certainly not. After all, once in the safety of the Sohma Estate, Yoshiko is the type of person that could effortlessly make friends. Friends that, once made, could never do anything to lose this young woman's friendship.

Just like a dog, Iko will go through hell and back to stand by those she loves. She's always been that way, even without her parents' constant reminders and careful coaching. Loyalty and forgiveness have come natural to the girl ever since she was a young child, and they have remained a part of her personality despite the years of abuse she has suffered both from her parents and her God. One might call her naive for being purposefully blind to the faults of the people she cares about, but Yoshiko does not see it this way. No matter what her mother, father, God, or even other Zodiac members do to her, she will never hold it against them. Her love is unconditional. Once earned, it something that does not need to be asked for or even returned. No matter how many times she's abused, no matter how many times she's pushed away, she will continue to remain by the side of the select few worthy of her unstoppable commitment. Even if it kills her, Yo-yo will keep coming back to them.

Selflessness is the final trait people associate with Iko, but there is more to her constant giving than meets to eye. While she does always put her family first, this is not done out of the goodness of her heart. Rather, every good thing she does is out of a sense of duty. Ensuring other people's happiness is what she's been told is her "role". From a young age, she had been taught that the only way she, the stupid mutt of the Zodiac, will ever be happy is if everyone else is. So Yoshiko, desperate to find happiness, has committed to being warm-hearted and devoted when it comes to those thirteen family members closest to her. She worries for them like a mother might worry for her child, and despite all the accusations she might send their way should any voice their desire to leave the house if any one of the Zodiac found themselves in trouble and came to her, Iko would not be able to sleep until all was well.

In the end, Yoshiko's love for the others is the most important aspect of her persona. It is what drives her entire being. Her love fuels her hatred of outsiders, her constant ability to forgive their mistakes and ignore their flaws, and her wholehearted commitment to their own happiness. The Zodiac members and her God are the most important thing to this young woman, and because she knows no other life she would refuse to have it any other way.

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Even before she was born, Yoshiko's world was centered around the Zodiac and its curse. Both her parents are Japanese, and both are members (although very distantly, if at all, blood related) of the Sohma household. Despite never having been personally affected by the curse, both of the current dog's parents were aware of it long before the child's birth. Her father's great-aunt was a sickly rat, and her mother was just one of the many maids who had been forced to take care of the pitiful creature. For their entire lifetime the two watched as the Zodiac got special treatment, as the head of the family cared more for those cursed than the normal human beings. It was not love, but mutual jealous that brought the two together. While they did desire to create a new life together, their motive was far from innocent. All along, it was these who slighted individual's goal give birth to one of the monsters, to become important, too. Alas, their marriage, the conception and birth of their first born child - not a thing about the couple was celebrated. Until their second child was born, that is.

The news that the newest, premature, addition to this once insignificant family turned into a dog the moment her elder brother tried to pick her up spread like wildfire around the household, exciting everyone all at once. The snake had just been born just over a year earlier, and now the dog? Everyone in the household that was aware of the curse was rejoicing, thinking that this could mean that the God may be born to a full Zodiac, that for the first time in a long time all the animals would once again get to meet. Iko's parents pretended to share in this celebration. Secretly, they were just happy that they were finally included in their own family. Finally, because of their ugly, cursed child, they were moved to the inside and given servants of their own. Life for them could only get better, and as they relished in the fact that people were now catering to their every need so long as they used their daughter as an excuse, the girl quickly became a tool in their eyes. To them, she was nothing more means to advance their own importance, and when that fatal day came when their toddler awoke in tears they couldn't have been more happy. The God was on his way, and they'd be sure to make their little girl his or her favorite.

From a young age, Yoshiko was taught to love the new heir of the Sohma family with all her heart. Of course, at first it was nothing more than her mother's whim, but over time the woman's words became the young girl's reality. The God was her most important person - even if she adored the rest of the Zodiac, she could never choose them over him. Never. Such a realization did not help her win a place amongst Seiji's favorites, however. More of the Zodiac was born after him, more people started to appear to compete for the God's affections . . . . and then he wanted nothing to do with them. Iko was ten at the time, and although mature enough to understand the situation and the reasoning behind it she initially refused to accept it. For the first time in her life, she didn't want to listen to her God's requests. No matter what, she didn't want to leave him alone. The coughing that came from his room made her ill with worry, but again and again, no matter how bad his condition, he refused to see her. Her parents punished her, of course, told her she was a bad child, that she should be his favorite, that she, his loyal pet, should be the only one he wants to see. The fact that, as their daughter slowly became more meek and simply did whatever the God requested of him and progressed through the prestigious private school they sent her to, the cat became the head's new "play thing" did nothing to improve Yoshiko's home life . . . but, really, if no one sees the bruises, if the girl is tricked into believing that she deserves everything she is getting, then it can't be considered bad, right? No evidence and no complaints make for a rather hard abuse case, after all . . .

Eight long years later, with average grades and few friends, Iko graduated high school and immediately, without question, returned to living at the Sohma Estate full time. Still an innocent and naive teenager, she had thought that the threat of her possibly leaving might make the God realize that he needed her as much as she needed him. That was not the case. Things went on as usual. The God loved all his Zodiac the same. Hurt as she was, Yoshiko couldn't bring herself to muster up the courage to leave for real. What if Seiji missed her when she really was gone? She couldn't allow herself to put him through that. Her parents had always told her she was his loyal dog, that she'd have to make sure she was by his side because he would be lonely without her. Their lies were her truth, and despite multiple beatings and mental abuse from her master for being so persistent in her pursuit of his affections, Iko promised that she'd stay. Forever.

Years have passed since that resolution was made, with many people coming and going from the Sohma Estate. The God left and promptly returned, a long lost relative returned from oversea, the rabbit and tiger came to live at the Estate . . . but, still, the dog kept her promise. Unlike many of the others, Yoshiko refuses to even try and leave, to find someone outside of the Zodiac to care for, or to pursue her own dreams and aspirations. As far as she cares she was born to be apart of this close-knit group, to be there for the God when he needs her, and to support to others. The curse is her life, her purpose, and she will remain at the side of her God and fellow cursed until the day she dies.

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At the moment, Yoshiko is unemployed, but such a fact does not bother her. Her parents would rather her be around the Estate twenty four seven, anyways, and because of the influence those people have on her way of thinking Yoshiko also prefers being at home. Instead of going off into the world, the dog works alongside the servants most of the time, busying herself with the task of keeping her home together and pleasing the God. Of course, sometimes she bothers the younger children's private tutors (all Sohmas themselves, of course) to teach her about veterinary concepts (and once one even tricked her into taking a final exam a professor had left her!), but Iko has no desire to leave her home. So long as her important people are here, so long as their bond exists and her God loves her, she has no problem with wearing a kimono and isolating herself from the outside world.

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space spac i've done the best i can. this is my life, i hope you understand.

i love the "curse", God-sama, pleasing others, animals, living at the Estate, and children.

i hate outsiders, the outside world, the other Zodiac members leaving home, God-sama's illness, and being unable to make one of the others happy.

becoming insignificant, the curse breaking, thunderstorms scare me.

i surrender to my God, hurt or sick animals, and my physical weakness.

my specialties are loving my important people unconditionally and working with animals.

space space space space space sp ★ Mind Twin Raizie.

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