Chiyu_Hirata

((Picture is a reference and is not mine))

((Chiyu is now fresh again, I've reset her to the beginning.))

((Warning, this is not a happy alt, is this where trigger warnings are put? Depressed, self loathing, borderline suicidal character))

This alt is mean't more for fatal rps and digestion, as well as more emotional scenes with those.

Chiyu Hirata
17
4"9
36 Kgs (80 pounds)
Lesbian


Walking down the street she would barely catch your eye, having a normal apparence that blends into the crowds of Japan. Her messy, long black hair would be one of the only eye catching things at first about her, as not many keep their hair down to the hips so freely. On closer inspection most would look rather worried at her almost sickly complexion and dark lines under her dark brown eyes. What she is almost always wearing is a pair of worn down denim jeans, with a few holes, an oversized long sleeve black shirt, and a large camping backpack stuffed to bursting, also rather holey and patched up.

Chiyu is not healthy, both physically or mentally, what with her lack of support, lack of parental figures, and lack of funding to keep her decently fed.

Truthfully she has been homeless and avoiding any trouble for a good three years. On her 13th Birthday she got a most unwelcome surprise... Some condolences from her relatives about her parent's murder on the street, a mugging gone wrong while she was home. While staying home alone for the night she had yet to hear this news until the next day by said phone calls. Needless to say this was a rather large shock for the poor girl.

Her family was actually rather well off, and for 13 years she grew up quite normally, happily even until that birthday. After that...Her aunt moved in, seizing her guardianship, promising to take good care of her niece whom she had met only once...

If only some other relatives had come to check on her situation she might have been better off, but everyone wanted to forget the sad news and let her Aunt Noriko have free reign. After a... rough and rather abusive year at her 'home', she left, still remembering the smirk on her aunt's face as she watched from the window as she fled in the night with her backpack.

A few months after the abuse from her aunt started in full, she was plenty deep in her depression already, and had found that food seemed to have lost it's taste, and she began to eat even less since it all just tasted the same anyway. Perhaps her 'diet' is the reason she is still rather short and scrawny, and that she has almost no breasts to speak of.

Ever since then she had stayed away from most people, sleeping where she could make a small shelter, fending for herself as much as she could, even carefully shop lifting what she could if she really needed to.

So yes she has been alone for a good 3 years, with the only company her cynical and injured mind, and a boxcutter. Yes, since before she fled she had taken to an unhealthy habit of cutting after finding it almost... helped keep her mind off other things in her life. Those little kisses of her blades kept a dull throbing distracting her from everything else crumbling in her life.

During her three years she has only become more distrustful of other people, especially if she feels they are being fake, and especially of people being nice, she had nearly been kidnapped before trusting in kindness, and she didn't care for her life to get even worse as someone's toy.

So far she has been quite careful in hiding her cuts and scars, keeping her body mostly covered and bandaged, hiding all the thin white scars that she had opened over the years, each little distraction from her life that seemed to close in around her like a box.

She has tried not to think on both her aunt's horrible words, and her own mind's echoing thoughts of... oblivion. How sweet it would be, not fighting anymore against life, and concluding the death of her heart.

She didn't stay in one place for long, or the same city, often walking through the night to another town, avoiding car lights, especially police lights, that might come to harrass her.

She knew part of her needed help, but also knew that reality is cruel, and as the cynic she was continued to let her mind wander those thoughts of ending it all.

Eventually her feet found their way to the park somehow, a more quiet place that looked like a good enough area for her to die, and from what she heard there might be people there to help her at this task.

Even though she knows she wants to die, she is still a be scared of it, just weak human nature to fear death, which makes it hard for her to decide when to do that deed herself, part of her is hoping someone makes that choice for her...

She has a fear of handcuffs and being physically restrained due to some...'punishments' by her aunt.
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Current inventory:
2 large rolls bandages
2 boxes bandaids
1 bottle disinfectate (Sure she wants to die, but infection is a shitty way to go)
1 can beans
1 blanket
2 pairs socks
1 boxcutter
1 flashlight (Dead)
1 Towel
1 Maneater Dagger

And her picture of her parents and her on her 12th birthday.

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Current events


-Entered the park
-She has been given a 'Maneater' dagger by Seles! She is rather intrigued by it.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnc9WR7bg2o Themesong


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