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Behind the Characters and the Fics There Lies me...
Find out why they act the way they do in my fic, and why they are really so deep...
First I go into Chichiri, not because he is some hot anime character, but because I can identify with him more so than your average person. For people who know me, perhaps you don't want to read this, because it tends to give them a lil shock ;) ... But it's honest. It is not meant in any way to be hurtful towards anyone.. I just figured I would keep all of this to myself, but quite frankly, I feel a great need to talk about it, and what better way to do it than to write in on a web page that you know no people are going to visit anyway no da?
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Can you feel the pain behind that smiling face? Is it just me, or for people who know him, he looks very sad in this picture, despite his smiley appearance.... |
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Alright, to those who aren't familiar with the blue haired monk, He is a very smiley person, quick to joke, always seeming happy, always trying to protect those around him... When he senses something wrong, he plays the stupid one in order to lighten the mood, though... underneath that smiley exterior lies a very deep scar from the past, and I am not talking just of his physical scar, it goes much deeper than that! It is an emotional pain that will last forever, but being the person he is, he conceals it from others in order not to worry them... He holds back his emotion as best he can, trying to make the best of all situations. I started the Tasuki situation (admittingly) because I read one and liked it, but the true Chichiri was not homosexual, as far as I know! But he did , to me, have an issue with accepting close relationships due to his scared past. The mask is what he believes everyone likes to see, therefore he portrays himself to be that way in order to regain acceptance after what has happened, but no matter how hard he tries to fit in with everyone, something befalls him, and what seemed within reach, was now miles away. Examples can be seen all over the few ending episodes. Has anyone noticed that after the death of chiriko, Chichiri gave it everything he had for the sake of his Priestess, just to be tossed to the side right afterwords. Even Nakago gave him compliments, but after he seemed to outlive his usefulness of the moment, he was cast aside, without second thought it seemed. Though that was a bit disturbing, I hope that the scene wasn't meant to be that way, though you can see that after that dreadful moment, his inner self comes through! No more chibi games, he was completely serious, casting away his smiley exterior and revealing some of that pain he keeps bottled up under the mask...
Now, If you think even one bit of that may be true about him, (which, this is my opinion, so it could be wrong) Then find out why he and I are so very much alike!
a quote given to me by a friend "Wow, you are soooo much like that chichiri guy, yet, you look like that Nuriko guy!!" I found that to be scary, lol.. I have the same birthmarks, under the eye, and many people say if my hair was purple, it would be scary :( |
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Wandering... In constant search for forgiveness, perhaps comfort?? Perhaps acceptance for who he is, but... Will he ever find it? or will it be an unending journey for something that doesn't exist... I hope that for others out there like him, you can find peace... |
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Such a lonely picture, don't you think? It scares me a bit, since I have a picture just like it of me at sunset, before I saw fushigi yuugi... My parents don't like it, because they always say I looked so lonely... |
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Actually, we have many likenesses, sadly, in my past, I had a very good friend, I would do anything for her, why not? she was one of the most important people in my life at the time... But, over something trivial, such as my hanging around another friend, a boy at that! She became very jealous, and never gave me another chance.. From there, she used to make trouble and blame it on me, which would have been alright, except |
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For the fact that my school wasn't a good one, and no trouble went unpunished! I understood her pain, but being a young, happy child, I didn't know what to do about it, or how to handle it other than to take it, then force a smile. Aparently, that was definately the wrong decision on my part, and she made trouble with my teachers. One threatened to hit me with a math book right after a good whomping from a ruler. But hey, it was normal, right? So I naively thought... I came home bruised a lot during that year, but the next year only got more bitter than the last.
No child wanted to be my friend after that... It became common knowledge that if you hung out with me, great misfortune arose with the teachers of the school, and that was a reputation I just couldn't fight...
The begginning of a scared past... |
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