Post by The Circle Television Network on Feb 19, 2019 10:34:50 GMT -5
It is probably self serving of me to post my Oni roleplays here, though there is some overlap between her and Kenzi, but at the end of the day her impact on Ken is pretty superficial. That being said, as I looked at a lot of things that I did, I see a lot of Kenzi in this character that I didn't realize when I started looking through them.
There are a lot of more serious themes in these roleplays and there is also a lot of joint work that went into developing this character. She was my first successful 'monster' character and the best part about it was she got to be vulnerable at the same time.
I am not going to spam the boards with these role plays, I'll just post one of the first one's that I did with her that pretty much sets up her run in Ladies All-Star Wrestling, then I will link the rest for any who are interested (but there are some pretty dark themes in them).
Post by The Circle Television Network on Feb 19, 2019 13:10:55 GMT -5
…I can’t sleep…
No…that’s a lie…I sleep…I hate to dream!
When I close my eyes, it all comes rushing back. My childhood…the regrets…the horrors visited on me…and those that I visited on others for my own pleasure.
…I can’t sleep…
I see his face….the face of my brother…my twin. How many years gone now? I don’t count…I don’t want to remember him. Maybe that is why I did the things that I did…hurt the people who were unlucky enough to cross my path. I visited pain and horror on everyone I could…so that I could forget my brother…forget my broken promise to a sister I despise…
…I love…
As I lay here in the dark…in her apartment, deposited on the couch like a vagrant…I lay there listening…trying to hear her. Alone in the dark…I am going insane with only myself to keep me company. I can’t stand this…
…I love this…I feel free…
I feel trapped! I roll off the couch and hit the floor on two feet, crouched like a tiger…silent…deadly silent. Though the place is pitch black, it seems as clear as day to me. I move through her cramped place, not sure of where I am going or what I will do when I get there…
…her bedroom of course, where else...?
Did I close my eyes? It’s dark…pitch black now. I do open my eyes…and when I do, I see her there, lying in bed. Oh, I want to reach out and touch her…
…I shouldn’t be here…she’ll be angry with me…
I can tell that she dreams at night too…and they aren’t pleasant either. The rumpled sheets...the sheen of sweat on her forehead. Does she dream of our brother? The last time she saw him? Does she think of our promise…
…the one I broke?
I sit down beside her…staring at her…I remember that day…and I remember it well…
Many Years Previous
South Korea
Oni could feel her mother’s fear as she screamed for him to put her twin brother down. He whirled on her mother and gave her a backhanded slap that sent her bouncing around the room like a human pinball. She hit the floor in a heap with a tiny trickle of blood coming from the corner of her mouth. As she lay there whimpering, still begging her father to let Senji go, she found herself sickened by the display. Why couldn’t her mother be stronger than that? Why couldn’t she just do what her father wanted…he knew what was best for them.
Holding his screaming son in one hand and his bags in the other, he gave his sobbing wife a hard glare. “I told you that there is no future here for us! We have to leave Korea…find a better life in Japan!”
Her mother responded in Korean, wiping her eyes angrily as she did. “What will you do? Become a thug in a gang?! That is not a future…not a future for me and my children! I won’t let you take them…I WON’T!”
Oni’s father sat down his bag and walked over to her mother, and reared back and kicked her squarely in the face. Oni could hear a loud crack and a sickening wet squish followed by a chorus of horrified screams and squeals. Not all of them were her mother’s. Her brother struggled in her father’s grasp and her sister, Nyako ran to her mother’s side, wrapping her arms around her neck as she sobbed profusely. Oni could feel her stomach churning and the sticky sour taste of bile rising in her throat. She wanted to puke…but she quietly swallowed back the disgusting vomit and willed herself to stand straighter. She could understand her father’s anger…she was beginning to feel it as well.
Her father held up her brother roughly by his neck, shaking him. “BE A GODDAMN MAN SENJI! YOU’RE CRYING LIKE A FUCKING WOMAN!” Her brother quieted a bit, but his tears and sobs continued to flow. Her father turned his attention back to his wife, as she lay on the floor holding the bloody mess he had made of her once beautiful face. “I am taking my son…you can keep the girls, they are no good to me anyway!
Her father’s words cut her like a knife, right to the bone, but she didn’t let emotion take her. Nyako screamed as their father turned to take her brother away. When she moved to go after them, their mother grabbed her and held her back.
A bit of jealousy crept in as Oni watched the display. You would have thought that Senji and Oni shared the ‘special bond’ that most twins were said to share. Certainly Oni cared for her brother, but it was not as deeply as the way Nyako felt it. The feelings between that she knew existed between Nyako and Senji, coupled with this display was a cold reminder to her of the fact that she was all but an outcast by comparison.
Her father walked back to the door and picked up his bag and took one last look back at his screaming family. Oni saw the look on his face when their eyes met…he knew that they were cut from the same cloth and he wished that she had been his son instead of the effeminate crying infant he held on to. He gave her only the slightest of nods, but it was enough for her. She immediately started to walk to her father, proud and obedient.
Nyako broke free and grabbed Oni by her arm to stop her, but she jerked away and in one fluid motion turned and kicked at her. Nyako countered the blow and grabbed her sister with the other hand, but Oni twisted away and swung at her sister’s head. Again Nyako avoided the blow, but at the cost of distancing herself from Oni. Nyako stepped back to end the stalemate, going back to her mother’s side. For a moment, the sister’s eyes met and they both understood the motives of the other. Nyako looked at her brother, then back to Oni. She knew that she might not ever see him again and she made it clear that it was Oni’s responsibility to keep him from harm now.
A single tear ran down Nyako’s cheek, but she allowed no more to fall, even though her brother and mother continued to wail openly. Oni’s hard glare soften slightly as she laid eyes on her sister for what might have been the last time. As her eyes moved down to her mother, her eyes again hardened along with her heart. She would regret leaving her sister, despite the jealousy she felt for Nyako over the relationship she had with their brother. She felt no such regret over leaving her mother…in fact she preferred it.
Oni turned and walked to her father’s side. He looked down at her and gave a sigh. She was just a little girl, but she was undoubtedly cut from the same cloth as he was. He had sensed that in her…more so than in his own son…with some regret…
Oni loved her father…and at the same time she resented and hated him for the one act that she would never forgive…choosing her brother before her.
She looks like him…she looks like our father…
My hand is in her hair, stroking it and I only stop when I see her eyes on mines…black…blacker than the night. She doesn’t move…doesn’t speak a word.
…I’m gone a moment later…
I lay back down on the couch and curl into a tiny ball. I put my hand to my face…
…I can still smell her…
I close my eyes…and I sleep…the dark dreams come, but they don’t frighten me…