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personality

The person that people know Sayomi to be is… Well, not much that isn’t just rumors and speculation. She is naturally a quiet woman who avoids attachments that she does not care to have. There’s really only base-level knowledge about her. She's a popular model, been in the modeling industry since she was ten, though she originally started under an alias known as “Sahime” for incase the career ended before her adulthood. She has tried everything short of being a minor actress in films and TV shows in her career path. There’s a clear shift in her tastes from traditional and clean edge styles to edgier, street fashion styles. She is currently also attending college for Business. And lastly, she comes from a rich and powerful family but she rarely speaks of who they are and their importance.
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But beyond that most know her as a dark queen of mystery that takes it very seriously that her private life remains, well, private. Her personality from her surface is calm, a little bit cynical, but never discouraging of those just trying to do what makes them happy and even an occasional smile gracing her often aloof features. She's outspoken, but not to the degree of being vulgar. Well, that is unless someone gets vulgar with her. She's a little more down-to-earth than most think, especially when she displays this attitude of knowing she's in good looks and good finances. It’s a side of her that a rare few see. She doesn’t throw her chips all in unless provoked or if she needs/wants something bad enough. But most things come easier to her than that. Still, more people see her arrogant mask until they unbury the hidden facets.
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physical

Height: 5’9”[break]
Weight: 120 lbs.[break]
Ethnicity: Japanese[break]
Style: Classy goth[break]
Other:
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Piercings: Only her earlobes are pierced. Wears various styles or material of earrings, but it’s kept in a dark, moody color palette much like her style.
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Scars: There’s only one in her upper back, about an inch long on the left side, between her spine and ribs. It is faint and not readily apparent if skin isn’t exposed completely.
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history

[tw: mentions of child abuse]
Sayomi’s life wasn’t a song of decadent kindness as much as the local media had painted it as in the beginning. Her early year was spent isolated, only really knowing the passing faces of nannies that came and went as her surgeon mother and lawyer father were all too busy with their jobs and catering to their ties to the Ajiwau to take care of their only flesh and blood who was merely toddling around by her second nanny’s leaving. Hardly any people knew she existed until the timid, doll-shocked face was six and in need of homeschooling. She was either forgotten by this time that she had happened or just was never spoken of. Her parents weren’t the nurturing kind and saw no point of speaking something that had no exceptional talents yet.
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Her first bite of true life did come in her education, realizing there was something more than the plush room filled with lifeless toys she felt were more her family than people in her life. She found herself just instantly fascinated by books that talked of anything that wasn’t like her mundane, daily life. She excelled at many things she took on out of craving of doing something, even piano lessons, other than puppeteering her toys blindly and unknowingly. Tea parties of silence turned into quiet gasps and giggles of adventures as she realized she could play out her book’s stories herself.
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But with education came smarts and eventual independence. She was a child that only called her parents by name or as “sir” or “ma’am”. She felt no emotional dependence on them, unlike her nannies who she’d cry over each one’s leaving. And they did not care either as they didn’t take mind to their child as more than a mild leech that can be rarely shown off. There was one nanny, her third nanny, that was much like her parents. That was the moment where Sayomi decided that she’d not fully listen, a straw finally plucked from the pile to send an avalanche of a palm to her cheek. Sayomi welled over in shock, of course, and retreated to her room as her punishment but the tears ended quickly after as the pain never chased her. Physical punishment remained the choice of punishment until the day this nanny threw a knife down at the child at her feet in an attempt to pick her up and remove her. And Sayomi didn’t react to the metal that split her skin open so easily, at all despite the need for a hospital visit and stitches. That nanny quit soon after the incident as her correction tactic didn’t work after Sayomi realized there was no pain.
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There were a total of eight nannies before one stuck for a while and the one that Sayomi knew as her mother. She was strict, but there was a nurturing side that the child craved hard for as she persisted to act out for attention. But the woman was able to handle the child without too many issues, molding the child into something more well-behaved and more like a normal child. But those days would be bittersweet memories as when she was ten years old, things changed. Her parents had many connections in the world, and one of those connections was in need of a child model for a photoshoot. Hearing the request, her parents thought nothing of it. Just borrow their kid, get their shoot done, and be satisfied with their work. But then more connections and friends contacted them for Sayomi. To the point, it was just easier to get her an agent, sending the only lasting nanny in her life packing because there was too much promise now in their child to not be busy.
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Sayomi never wholly hated the idea of being a model, in fact, she enjoyed it often. But much of her early career was spent with her agent manipulating her options, choices, and using her and the moniker of “Sahime” to mold her mind. Sayomi was just a child, and while this agent and her parents were ripping open a place for her to be in the future, it was mostly out of greed of what she could do for them. Often, she was forced into roles that enforced the narrative that she was a good and wholesome girl, borderline doll-like innocence that was forced onto her. Displaying displeasure taught her one thing and that it was punishment and forced into it. Even as she grew into a teen and found herself wanting to seek other interests in modeling and fashion and film, it all was shot down harshly by the intrusive trio in her life. In this time, she was very not her own person as she was brainwashed and conditioned from thinking like she was her own person, but eventual restlessness seeped in.
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She found herself still lost in life, staring at shelved dolls she kept from a young child when she realized then how much she was just a puppet to her agent and family. To her mind, she was worth nothing if she wasn’t earning money in ways they thought were morally correct and business cautious. And if you couldn’t fight them… join them. She decided one day to seek out a bachelor's in business, claiming it would be better for her to learn so she can help make decisions as an adult with her agent. Of course, this was seen as the right thing to allow, especially with a child so studious to finish her high school education before she was seventeen. Little did they know this was only the beginning of her plan, though it was a long haul plan since her parent’s Ajiwau connections were the ones that boosted her to her position and she wanted to only slight her parents and not the rest of the roots around her.