B~B~Sen~Pai, I feel neglected for not being told about this~
Now I'm feeling all of these
negative emotions.
You know what that means, doooon't yoooouuu?
It's time for madness once again~
Name: Touko Kisaragi
Age: 13
Appearance: Personality: Labels placed upon things, declared as absolute truths, can only be met with the realization of their ultimate incorrectness. The first such label is "insanity." Abnormal mentality which causes a deviation from norms regarded as societally proper or humanistically "base," though this is an oversimplification. In other words, much of that which is Other and yet Same is deemed as "insane."
Trite.
For there exists the voice in the back of the head. The voice is constant. The voice is your own voice that speaks in reference to yourself. Those who are deaf do not hear words, even within their mind, but the voice exists all the same.
"Gah, I'm hungry, I should go make some food."
"Let's see, what do I need to do today?"
"Alright, just one more math problem."
"I could veer onto the sidewalk and kill that man right now, if I wanted to."This voice is a constant aspect of the human condition. This voice is nothing to fear, because it is simply a means of the mind's self-reflection. That reflection allows man to consider, to deliberate, to reason. It is a perfectly beneficial faculty.
Nonetheless, it is said that talking to oneself is the first sign of madness, and answering oneself is the second. This is utterly nonsensical, one speaks to and answers oneself near-constantly, whether one recognizes it or not.
That raises a question, though. Insanity functions in regards to the "mind," the mind exists through the conduit of this voice. What then is the relationship between the voice and the nature of insanity?
Insanity is not hearing the voice. Insanity is not even listening to the voice when it tempts you towards the blackness.
Insanity is when you tear the skin off the voice and plaster it over yourself. When you cease to contemplate finitude and look to a futile apotheosis that makes itself symmetrical above the flesh of Man.
Insanity is when you make the voice silent, and act in its absence.
The playwright of the inner monologue has been silenced and his inkwell knocked over, so that the black may stain the pages before it in an utterly monstrous way. Do not try to mop up the ink, for the pages have already absorbed it. Do not try to stem the flow, for then it will sink into your body as well.
Why has the question this is meant to answer been avoided for so long? What sort of person is Touko Kisaragi? How does she think, act, and feel?
This is her mind.
This is her life.
There is no "personality," because the voice has been killed. There is merely the shell of a girl whose actions cannot even be called "actions," as they lack purpose. Emotion as a force of the soul exists, but it lacks a guiding force. A nuclear missile that still carries its payload, but is launched in a random direction. She is the girl who acts as any other, until she abruptly decides not to.
The girl who will greet you with the tip of a proverbial hat and a warm smile.
The girl who will idly laugh with friends, joking about trivial and meaningless topics.
The girl whose eyes will light up in joy upon receiving a new present.
The girl who will freeze up in shock, on the verge of tears when seeing a friend or family member injured.
The girl who will twist the knife in further, never dropping her grin.
Why would she not, after all?
It's not like there is a voice to stop her.
Hopes and Dreams: "Make this reality
stop."
Equipment: -A red pen containing a blue ink cartridge.
-A sketch of a fake animal, namely a serpentine body with the wings and head of a toucan.
-"The Guide to Being Kawaii", a reference book initially published online by username MercuryMaid371.
History: Born like any other human. Breathed like any other human. Walked like any other human. The child of a wealthy man and a beautiful woman, born to a privileged life. The typical wants of a child her age were satisfied. Material goods, companionship, familial love. All so very simple. All so very idyllic.
It is not that the true self was repressed, rather that it simply hadn't bothered to show its other portions. In that sense, Touko was a typical young girl.
An upbringing that barely requires noting. There was no traumatic incident that killed the mind's empathy, nor a strange accident, nor even a playground bully. There was merely that, a "normal" life, a "normal" childhood.
Sent off to a school to provide better academic opportunities. That is all.
Does anything else truly need to be said?
Soul Colour: Black.
Magical Girl Appearance: Nickname: N/A
Magic: The magic of "stillness," "stagnation," or simply "not changing." Her magic takes the form of a pale black glow which is "cast" onto things, inundating them with her magical energy and filling their being with this principle. Currently, anything affected by her magic is simply slowed down in its processes/motions, for instance slowing a projectile's motion through the air, or slowing the air's movement out of the way of the projectile. This is the reflection of the desire to halt the world, the ability to make things stop. Her magic is not yet capable of reaching full "stillness" though, so slowing down is all she can do. Further, both nonphysical and living things are out of her reach at the moment, as her magic cannot yet comprehend such faculties, so she is limited to nonliving physical constructs.
