Dec 31, 2023 19:34:36 GMT
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Post by Madame Butterfly on Dec 31, 2023 19:34:36 GMT
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[attr="class","header1"]EMIE ANKAGE
[attr="class","header2"]YOU MADE A FAIR RUN OF BLOCKING FATE'S PATH
» NAME: emie ankage
» ALIAS: puddles, creepy» AGE: 22 years old
» BIRTHDATE: april 1st» GENDER: cis woman — she/her
» SIGN: aries
» SEXUALITY: plotsexual
» AFFILIATION: villain
» VILLAIN NAME: madame butterfly
» OCCUPATION: murder
» THEME SONG: <3
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HERE'S A REAL SILLY FACT!!
happiness is a LIE and EVERYONE is gonna DIE SOMEDAY!!!
isn't that SO SILLY???? isn't that so FUN??? well, since EVERYBODY is gonna die someday, how abouts we speed up the process so we can all PARTY TOGETHER in whatever's coming next!!! well of course i dunno whats coming NEXT, but i'd like to be a good opening act for it! maybe ALIENS? we all get shattered into thousands of atoms in the cosmos??? if i didn't know better, maybe god is setting up a silly little party up there, just waiting for us to walk through the door and act all surprised and then we can hug and laugh be happy like none of this BULLSHIT ever even HAPPENED!!
OH RIGHT! god doesn't exist. he never did. boohoohoo. cry me a SILLY LITTLE RIVER!!
but i do. i exist right now. and, truthfully, i don't think any of us are worth much of anything. not even one penny. what the hell is the point of life if even JOY is a LIE?
there's no point. this world needs an apocalypse.
and i'll be the one hitting the reset button. one, by one, by one...
(emie's gone off the deep end. her psyche has been shattered irreparably. a long time ago, she seemed pretty normal. she was rather unassuming. nowadays, she's nothing short of batshit insane. even the better parts of her--her love of fun, her irresistably perky personality--has been undeniably flavored by her new worldview, which consists almost entirely of nihilism taken to extreme and quirky levels. there's a disconnect between her and the world, like a difference in pressure between the interior of a car stuck at the bottom of vast ocean and the water all around it. she can't get out of this hole—god knows she's tried—so she's spread her arms out at her sides, she's closed her eyes, and she's fallen into it.)
[attr="class","header2"]PERSONALITY
[attr="class","header2"]BUT YOU CAN'T DO IT FOREVER
» POSITIVE TRAITS:🩷 exuberant | » NEGATIVE TRAITS:🫀 unstable |
» LIKES:🩷 performing arts | » DISLIKES:🫀 silence |
HERE'S A REAL SILLY FACT!!
happiness is a LIE and EVERYONE is gonna DIE SOMEDAY!!!
isn't that SO SILLY???? isn't that so FUN??? well, since EVERYBODY is gonna die someday, how abouts we speed up the process so we can all PARTY TOGETHER in whatever's coming next!!! well of course i dunno whats coming NEXT, but i'd like to be a good opening act for it! maybe ALIENS? we all get shattered into thousands of atoms in the cosmos??? if i didn't know better, maybe god is setting up a silly little party up there, just waiting for us to walk through the door and act all surprised and then we can hug and laugh be happy like none of this BULLSHIT ever even HAPPENED!!
OH RIGHT! god doesn't exist. he never did. boohoohoo. cry me a SILLY LITTLE RIVER!!
but i do. i exist right now. and, truthfully, i don't think any of us are worth much of anything. not even one penny. what the hell is the point of life if even JOY is a LIE?
there's no point. this world needs an apocalypse.
and i'll be the one hitting the reset button. one, by one, by one...
(emie's gone off the deep end. her psyche has been shattered irreparably. a long time ago, she seemed pretty normal. she was rather unassuming. nowadays, she's nothing short of batshit insane. even the better parts of her--her love of fun, her irresistably perky personality--has been undeniably flavored by her new worldview, which consists almost entirely of nihilism taken to extreme and quirky levels. there's a disconnect between her and the world, like a difference in pressure between the interior of a car stuck at the bottom of vast ocean and the water all around it. she can't get out of this hole—god knows she's tried—so she's spread her arms out at her sides, she's closed her eyes, and she's fallen into it.)
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» HEIGHT: 4'9"
» WEIGHT: 120 lbs
» EYE COLOR: brown
» HAIR COLOR: bright pink
» SKIN COLOR: pale
» FACE CLAIM NAME: geiru toneido
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: ace attorney
i LOOOOOVE PINK!!!
and anything frilly and cute and FUN!!! look at how fluffy my skirt is! look at how CUTE my suspenders are!!! my hair is so BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL!!! oh, and don't forget my lil button nose! HONK HONK!
(before madame butterfly, emie was an unassuming girl. very short, a little on the heavier side through most of her childhood. she had very long black hair that let her slip into a crowd without any problems, and these soulful dark eyes that betrayed her inner torment. but then she began taking off the costume less and less, shedding her old personality with it, and she fully embraced the clown, her true self. now, everyday, without fail, she is bubblegum pink and red, always smiling, with her big red nose and her dark eye makeup and her bright pink wig. at the end of the day, when she's forced to bathe it all off (when she does care to shower), she can't bare looking her real self in the mirror. it's not who she is anymore. she is madame butterfly, and emie is dead.)
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[attr="class","header2"]APPEARANCE
[attr="class","header2"]THE GODS WILL NOT LET YOU
» HEIGHT: 4'9"
» WEIGHT: 120 lbs
» EYE COLOR: brown
» HAIR COLOR: bright pink
» SKIN COLOR: pale
» FACE CLAIM NAME: geiru toneido
» FACE CLAIM SERIES: ace attorney
i LOOOOOVE PINK!!!
and anything frilly and cute and FUN!!! look at how fluffy my skirt is! look at how CUTE my suspenders are!!! my hair is so BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL!!! oh, and don't forget my lil button nose! HONK HONK!
(before madame butterfly, emie was an unassuming girl. very short, a little on the heavier side through most of her childhood. she had very long black hair that let her slip into a crowd without any problems, and these soulful dark eyes that betrayed her inner torment. but then she began taking off the costume less and less, shedding her old personality with it, and she fully embraced the clown, her true self. now, everyday, without fail, she is bubblegum pink and red, always smiling, with her big red nose and her dark eye makeup and her bright pink wig. at the end of the day, when she's forced to bathe it all off (when she does care to shower), she can't bare looking her real self in the mirror. it's not who she is anymore. she is madame butterfly, and emie is dead.)
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i don't want to talk about this.
(emie was born of a difficult labor that her mother would not survive. this event bore a rift between her and her father that would never close. as emie grew, so did her father's resentment of her. by the time emie was in school, she and her father lived mostly separate lives.
in school, emie was unremarkable. she had few friends and her test scores were middling. few peers resolved to talk to her, so emie lived a lonely life. given the many hours she had alone, given her father's general absence, emie often spent them transfixed by old movies and television shows, where she gained a passion for the performing arts.
she never was popular by any means, but acting gave her a reason to keep coming to school by the time she was in high school. it allowed her to put on a new face, a new identity that was not emie ankage, the lonely girl with no friends, no family, and no joy. she often played comic relief characters, as she found herself gifted in physical comedy. her local shows ignited a new passion in her—being able to make people laugh!
as soon as she was able, emie ran from home and joined a local troupe of actors and improv artists, who themselves had a small group of modern day clowns. from here, she had a new identity—puddles the clown!
as a clown with a gifted talent to make people laugh, especially with the use of her quirk, emie found herself at a local children's hospital often, where she was hired out by the hospital to provide entertainment to dying and sick children. before this moment, emie had been sheltered from the tragedies of daily life, living blissfully unaware of the unfairness of existence. it was in this hospital that she finally reckoned with the reality of life.
emie met a little girl named misa. she had cancer, but her outlook looked good. emie and misa got along so well, that emie slowly began to favor misa more than the other children she entertained. to emie, misa was the first—and last—friend she ever had. they just understood eachother in a way nobody else could.
and then misa died. the cancer metastisized and spread to her blood, and she died within a month of emie starting to work at the hospital.
emie lost it. she had been religious before, often praying to god to rescue her from her dad's abusive household, but not anymore. how could there be kindness or happiness in a world that allows children to die at 8 years old? how could there be real joy if it was so fleeting, there one moment and gone in the next?
emie's worldview shattered and shifted in an instant. she had once been so optimistic, and now she turned to extreme nihilism and paranoia. her life had sucked. everybody else's life sucked too, it appeared. not even her old passion, acting, made her happy anymore. though emie kept returning to the hospital, children kept dying. what the hell was the point of life given so much tragedy?
there was no point, emie concluded. none at all. so what did any of her actions on earth matter?
she was still hopeful though. maybe there's something after life that is good. maybe there is a place where there is no more suffering, where all dads are good and all moms live and all children with cancer get better. emie wanted to reach that place. in all of her endless compassion, she wanted all of her peers to reach it too so that everyone could go party in the afterlife.
so she killed someone. and then another person. and then another. and when everybody is gone, she'll be the last to go to the afterlife. finally, she'll be free.
finally, something that makes her happy.)
[attr="class","header2"]HISTORY
[attr="class","header2"]HERE'S A SMALL FACT
i don't want to talk about this.
(emie was born of a difficult labor that her mother would not survive. this event bore a rift between her and her father that would never close. as emie grew, so did her father's resentment of her. by the time emie was in school, she and her father lived mostly separate lives.
in school, emie was unremarkable. she had few friends and her test scores were middling. few peers resolved to talk to her, so emie lived a lonely life. given the many hours she had alone, given her father's general absence, emie often spent them transfixed by old movies and television shows, where she gained a passion for the performing arts.
she never was popular by any means, but acting gave her a reason to keep coming to school by the time she was in high school. it allowed her to put on a new face, a new identity that was not emie ankage, the lonely girl with no friends, no family, and no joy. she often played comic relief characters, as she found herself gifted in physical comedy. her local shows ignited a new passion in her—being able to make people laugh!
as soon as she was able, emie ran from home and joined a local troupe of actors and improv artists, who themselves had a small group of modern day clowns. from here, she had a new identity—puddles the clown!
as a clown with a gifted talent to make people laugh, especially with the use of her quirk, emie found herself at a local children's hospital often, where she was hired out by the hospital to provide entertainment to dying and sick children. before this moment, emie had been sheltered from the tragedies of daily life, living blissfully unaware of the unfairness of existence. it was in this hospital that she finally reckoned with the reality of life.
emie met a little girl named misa. she had cancer, but her outlook looked good. emie and misa got along so well, that emie slowly began to favor misa more than the other children she entertained. to emie, misa was the first—and last—friend she ever had. they just understood eachother in a way nobody else could.
and then misa died. the cancer metastisized and spread to her blood, and she died within a month of emie starting to work at the hospital.
emie lost it. she had been religious before, often praying to god to rescue her from her dad's abusive household, but not anymore. how could there be kindness or happiness in a world that allows children to die at 8 years old? how could there be real joy if it was so fleeting, there one moment and gone in the next?
emie's worldview shattered and shifted in an instant. she had once been so optimistic, and now she turned to extreme nihilism and paranoia. her life had sucked. everybody else's life sucked too, it appeared. not even her old passion, acting, made her happy anymore. though emie kept returning to the hospital, children kept dying. what the hell was the point of life given so much tragedy?
there was no point, emie concluded. none at all. so what did any of her actions on earth matter?
she was still hopeful though. maybe there's something after life that is good. maybe there is a place where there is no more suffering, where all dads are good and all moms live and all children with cancer get better. emie wanted to reach that place. in all of her endless compassion, she wanted all of her peers to reach it too so that everyone could go party in the afterlife.
so she killed someone. and then another person. and then another. and when everybody is gone, she'll be the last to go to the afterlife. finally, she'll be free.
finally, something that makes her happy.)
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clown equipment — juggling pins, horns, scarves out your sleeves, balloons, inflatable flowers!! what ELSE could a clown NEED???
memento box — this ol' thing?? it has all of my keepsakes!!! don't look inside if you're squeamish!! HONK! ;)
child's coloring book and crayons — this one's for me...
children's books — and these are for the kids!!!
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[attr="class","header2"]YOU ARE GOING TO DIE
clown equipment — juggling pins, horns, scarves out your sleeves, balloons, inflatable flowers!! what ELSE could a clown NEED???
memento box — this ol' thing?? it has all of my keepsakes!!! don't look inside if you're squeamish!! HONK! ;)
child's coloring book and crayons — this one's for me...
children's books — and these are for the kids!!!
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