CONVERSE HIGH / UENO KIYO.
PROFILE
NAME 上野 きよ / ueno kiyo
DATE OF BIRTH 12/11/01
ACADEMIC TRACK chordophone
ETHNICITY japanese
AGE 16
GENDER female
BACKUP FACECLAIM myoui mina
HOMETOWN sapporo, hokkaido prefecture, japan
BACKGROUND
竹取物語 : the tale of the bamboo cutter
ueno kiyo as kaguya sutemaru
- chapter 1 -
'01, birth of kaguya-hime.
where the trees laid barren due to the cold season, stood an old mansion with size so grand, it could rival up against mt. yoichi. it was very large, indeed, that many buildings piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the top tower. in said mansion dwelt a middle-aged man and his wife, a childless couple, who wanted so badly a child to buoy up their tedious days. at length they could not bear it any longer, and sought help from their many acquaintances. "a child will be sent down to you, in exchange of gold," said an old dowager whose appearance was of the lower class, clothes shabby and whizzed gray hair strewn about; a mere stranger to the pair. upon hearing such words, the wealthy couple were overjoyed, both more than ready to throw their possessions towards her; and so they did.
the long-awaited day arrived, exhilarating, agitating; oh how excited they were! tap-tap-tap; sounded the oakwood door, a jarring sound that contrasted greatly to the tranquility of the cold winter night that accompanied them. a pleasant sight was beheld before their eyes; a tiny female child with skin as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf, her soft chamoisee toned eyes gleaming with everything but fear.
- chapter 2 -
'06, round, round, waterwheel go round.
kiyo is five years of age now; "she has her mother's eyes! exquisite!" said one, "such poise, must be from her dad," said another, "poor little child. haven't you anything better to do than to play by yourself in that big, big castle of yours?" said none. the ueno couple loved her so - such love that ran so deep it could cut through her veins and alter her nasty, peasant blood with theirs of gold. perhaps then, they would cherish her enough to see something beyond another purchase they have made. what a fine, fine china, she was. she was to be polished and placed on the highest shelf for all to witness. "look!" they would say, then talk of adults that kiyo "should never meddle in, for girls are not to be bothered by business," an aide-memoire. good girl, kiyo. such beauty, kiyo. stay in your room, kiyo.
- chapter 3 -
'10, be born, grow up, and die.
a princess out of place in her own palace, was that even probable? they are speaking of her, they marvel at her prominence and throw words upon words of flattery.. but why are they not noticing her? kiyo was morphed to act, speak and think like a grown lady at the ripest of age; when was the last time she lost composure and laughed with genuineness, anyway? days at the mansion are devoted with private lessons and an endless procession of tutors gracing her promises of a better future (but what is a bad future? / you mustn't question, dumb child).
kiyo employed herself well, like a noblewoman must. the young lady was never fond of the classes provisioned for her, but always had a soft spot for harmony; thereby, started mastering the koto out of sheer preference and fervor for the stringed instrument. inevitably, came the plaudits. more showers of attention, she hadn't realised she craved - no, she needed! daughter of nakatada, they would say; talent from the heavens. sole child of ueno, pride of the family. kiyo reckoned that love means to please the people around you and always obey their demands. either be prodigious, or remain unmemorable (like the old china dolls locked away, waiting to fracture themselves to oblivion). no, no. little kiyo will always remain polished.
(kiyo was nine when she dared to question forlornness. she thought herself to be lonely, although she cannot reason the comprehension behind this muse. she valiantly spoke this thought out loud one night after her bath; the maidservant in charge of her care simply listening without much response to offer).
- chapter 4 -
'12, still the wind blows, the rain falls.
at the age of eleven, the great ueno family of three announced their move to south korea. father's business back home was no longer harvesting gold, and mother always seemed to look sullen these days whenever faces were turned away from her; the same expression kiyo would see in the mirror every time father calls her a disappointment. questioning was a taboo, so her lips remained closed; personal thoughts and opinions discarded like the wedding ring that once adorned her father's third finger. kiyo does not quite understand the concept of marriage, given that her parents were never actually.. around - to set an example. that was about to change though, as the foreign family settled around their new, (yet still very much grand) dinner table. "we are to marry you off," her father had said: "for the sake of this family." unfair. the young maiden fell weak at his very request; father says i can make him happy. how could i possibly say no?
so the fine china doll was finally sold off, but not forgotten. her father had paid a great sum of money to get her into geummun; enough for heads to turn and rumors to arise the second she set foot into the school. (but that's okay, kiyo loves a little attention), and a good daughter never questions her father's agenda, so she gladly accepts her new fate in return for some compliments. the same rules applied; beauty and wealth will get you everywhere. kiyo understands the game, so she plays.
(kiyo was nine when she dared to question forlornness. she thought herself to be lonely, although she cannot reason the comprehension behind this muse. she valiantly spoke this thought out loud one night after her bath; the maidservant in charge of her care simply listening without much response to offer).
- chapter 4 -
'12, still the wind blows, the rain falls.
at the age of eleven, the great ueno family of three announced their move to south korea. father's business back home was no longer harvesting gold, and mother always seemed to look sullen these days whenever faces were turned away from her; the same expression kiyo would see in the mirror every time father calls her a disappointment. questioning was a taboo, so her lips remained closed; personal thoughts and opinions discarded like the wedding ring that once adorned her father's third finger. kiyo does not quite understand the concept of marriage, given that her parents were never actually.. around - to set an example. that was about to change though, as the foreign family settled around their new, (yet still very much grand) dinner table. "we are to marry you off," her father had said: "for the sake of this family." unfair. the young maiden fell weak at his very request; father says i can make him happy. how could i possibly say no?
so the fine china doll was finally sold off, but not forgotten. her father had paid a great sum of money to get her into geummun; enough for heads to turn and rumors to arise the second she set foot into the school. (but that's okay, kiyo loves a little attention), and a good daughter never questions her father's agenda, so she gladly accepts her new fate in return for some compliments. the same rules applied; beauty and wealth will get you everywhere. kiyo understands the game, so she plays.
- chapter 5 -
'14 - '16, teach me how to feel.
geummun kids were nothing like her father's 'friends' back home. she molded too well into the background; a goody two shoes among powerful figures. she became more faded as the spotlight shone duller and duller on her (until there was none). obedient little kiyo would have neglected social necessities and spent more time practicing her koto, but what a waste it would be to play a beautiful melody for an audience of one. friends, she needed. but friends won't keep you around for long unless you follow exactly what friends do, and maybe do it ten times cooler. (for that she managed to swallow her first sharp inhale of cigarette and the girls around her giggle an annoying harmony ft. kiyo's loud coughing.) soon after, things get more racy and friends talk about that hot teacher from poetry and share personal experiences that leaves kiyo in an awe. you kissed him? no ing way! oh no no, this isn't pretty. kiyo was falling behind.
'14 - '16, teach me how to feel.
geummun kids were nothing like her father's 'friends' back home. she molded too well into the background; a goody two shoes among powerful figures. she became more faded as the spotlight shone duller and duller on her (until there was none). obedient little kiyo would have neglected social necessities and spent more time practicing her koto, but what a waste it would be to play a beautiful melody for an audience of one. friends, she needed. but friends won't keep you around for long unless you follow exactly what friends do, and maybe do it ten times cooler. (for that she managed to swallow her first sharp inhale of cigarette and the girls around her giggle an annoying harmony ft. kiyo's loud coughing.) soon after, things get more racy and friends talk about that hot teacher from poetry and share personal experiences that leaves kiyo in an awe. you kissed him? no ing way! oh no no, this isn't pretty. kiyo was falling behind.
わるがき (a short story)
starring ueno kiyo as the biggest disappointment
the resolution is at lost, as she fails to feel attracted to any of the boys her friends are pining for. no one was pushing her into it; but kiyo could not stand feeling left out, so she prances about and decides to kiss some here and there (it's whatever); first base, second base, she honestly stopped keeping track because why do people even do this for fun? tak junri came into the picture at the right timing. they were never acquainted, but everyone knew who junri was. (you'd be an idiot not to). the day they finally met gazes was the same day kiyo felt a nasty itch of desire to do more; more bad things, kiyo. junri was indifferent towards her, that was apparent. but, why can't she stop thinking about her?
danger, abort mission, an alarm rang somewhere in her head.
kiyo imagines herself hanging from the ceiling of her room, a gruesome sight (perhaps completely ripped off, along with her tongue); as she clumsily works down junri's white collar, the first two buttons already popped open. she wanted so bad to please her, to feel validated; to leave an impression. kiyo doesn't tell her friends about her occasional late-night encounters with junri, and none of them suspect a thing. sometimes, junri forgets she exists. other times (blissful, blissful days), they breathe the same air and kiyo is left with the taste of junri on her tongue to last for weeks; and those are the days kiyo loathes herself most.
danger, abort mission, an alarm rang somewhere in her head.
kiyo imagines herself hanging from the ceiling of her room, a gruesome sight (perhaps completely ripped off, along with her tongue); as she clumsily works down junri's white collar, the first two buttons already popped open. she wanted so bad to please her, to feel validated; to leave an impression. kiyo doesn't tell her friends about her occasional late-night encounters with junri, and none of them suspect a thing. sometimes, junri forgets she exists. other times (blissful, blissful days), they breathe the same air and kiyo is left with the taste of junri on her tongue to last for weeks; and those are the days kiyo loathes herself most.
epilogue : kiyo's tongue meets blunt nails, a burning sensation as she attempts to scratch away the taste of that dead girl from poetry class.
INTERNALLY
a journal: property of ueno kiyo.
december 12, 2012.
dear diary,
my birthday never came. there wasn't any cake, so i had no wishes to make. everything is strange here. perhaps i am the odd one, but i truly miss home. the mention of home even leaves me with a heavy heart - father would be upset if he knew. i made him a promise i shouldn't forget; i was to better myself so i could graduate, then only am i fit to be a bride. will my husband be just like father, i wonder?
i cannot stand another day in this place
december 12, 2012.
dear diary,
my birthday never came. there wasn't any cake, so i had no wishes to make. everything is strange here. perhaps i am the odd one, but i truly miss home. the mention of home even leaves me with a heavy heart - father would be upset if he knew. i made him a promise i shouldn't forget; i was to better myself so i could graduate, then only am i fit to be a bride. will my husband be just like father, i wonder?
may 30, 2013.
dear diary,
i had a nightmare. i dreamed i was five again, back at the sitting room where father's guests used to linger about. except.. i was smaller. there i stood, perfectly still atop the mantelpiece mother always placed her china dolls. i felt so rightfully placed that it upset me. my painted blue eyes couldn't cry; so i jumped off and broke myself to pieces. that was when i woke up.
dear diary,
i had a nightmare. i dreamed i was five again, back at the sitting room where father's guests used to linger about. except.. i was smaller. there i stood, perfectly still atop the mantelpiece mother always placed her china dolls. i felt so rightfully placed that it upset me. my painted blue eyes couldn't cry; so i jumped off and broke myself to pieces. that was when i woke up.
did mother even notice i was gone?
march 24, 2014.
dear diary,
i made a friend. she plays the violin and talks a lot - so many words flew out of , it was careless. she told me i was pretty, and her chatty group of friends told me i could sit with them for lunch; so i did. i wanted so badly to understand them, but all that i thought of was how mother would have slapped their thighs for wearing such short skirts.
dear diary,
i made a friend. she plays the violin and talks a lot - so many words flew out of , it was careless. she told me i was pretty, and her chatty group of friends told me i could sit with them for lunch; so i did. i wanted so badly to understand them, but all that i thought of was how mother would have slapped their thighs for wearing such short skirts.
september 3, 2014.
dear diary,
i think my friends have forgotten about me. i no longer enjoy eating alone. maybe i offended them. they must be upset.
why do i always disappoint those around me?
september 14, 2014.
father will hate me if he knew of the things i've done. he mustn't find out.
dear diary,
i think my friends have forgotten about me. i no longer enjoy eating alone. maybe i offended them. they must be upset.
why do i always disappoint those around me?
september 14, 2014.
father will hate me if he knew of the things i've done. he mustn't find out.
january 7, 2015.
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april 19, 2015.
why won't you notice me
august 20, 2015.
[ a few intangible sketches of the literature building; pages worn out ]
... why can't i let her go?
[ next pages are torn off, missing pieces never found ]
december 11, 2015.
happy birthday, kiyo. may it be your last.
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why won't you notice me
august 20, 2015.
[ a few intangible sketches of the literature building; pages worn out ]
... why can't i let her go?
[ next pages are torn off, missing pieces never found ]
december 11, 2015.
happy birthday, kiyo. may it be your last.
EXTERNALLY
ON THE SURFACE: the perfect daughter raised by money. prim, proper and ideal on the outside, but.. what else is there?
to the world she is the biological daughter of ueno takahiro, well-known business man who originated from old money - pretty much a man you want to get along with. beyond that, no one actually cares. every gesture she makes are practiced, every word she utters are pleasant to the ears, but never memorable. she's not the kind of girl you could write poems about, more like the girl you'd bring home as a trophy. shiny, faultless, yet such a damn bore.
to the world she is the biological daughter of ueno takahiro, well-known business man who originated from old money - pretty much a man you want to get along with. beyond that, no one actually cares. every gesture she makes are practiced, every word she utters are pleasant to the ears, but never memorable. she's not the kind of girl you could write poems about, more like the girl you'd bring home as a trophy. shiny, faultless, yet such a damn bore.
DIG A LITTLE DEEPER: rapunzel, let down your hair - a curious glint to her wide eyes, little feet ready for the world. eleven years of being cooped up in a huge mansion has caused her to react to every little thing with wonder, amazement and "oh dear, i didn't know that was possible." - hand her a and she might make a balloon out of it. some of her peers are observant enough to see past her calm exterior and discover the gullible princess buried within (although it is the same group of people who take advantage of this certain trait.)
a harmless creature who feeds off of attention and compliments, and would go at any length to get just that. the very thought of being forgotten sends her in a state of panic, pretty little head already supplied with lists of insults she could throw at herself. push at the right buttons and you have yourself a slave, ready to fulfill your every order. a machine made to please.
MY KINGDOM FOR YOUR GRACES: tak junri. tak junri... false affection, was it? or, could it have been blind devotion? whatever it was, it ed up every last innocence left of kiyo. there was something - something so strangely desirable about her. maybe it was the authority she held, perhaps the thrill that came with the risk of trying. but deep, deep down, kiyo just loved how exposed she felt around the girl. the rules of "who is your father and how do i impress him" didn't apply; why would it, anyway? there was no motive. the very thought of tak junri made kiyo feel all funny inside, and she didn't like it at all. some nights, would taste like poison and it burnt so much kiyo never understood why she kept coming back for more. but junri was an addiction, an illness. she's only been getting sicker and sicker after time. ironically, if a cure existed, kiyo would have run far, far away. her only reasoning: i hate medicine.
to call it an unrequited love would be an overstatement. junri fooled around with her a lot, sure. but that was it. kiyo was not part of her world, not worth remembering. she would've never been interesting enough to join the squad. would she have hurt anyone if junri asked, though? well....
666: the social pyramid was practically shoved down to accept, not that she was completely reluctant. she came from a family that believed in power and the many benefits that can be gained from it, so she gave silent kudos to the seniors that sat on the throne (or maybe her opinion was just biased because of her deep infatuation for a certain member.) apart from junri, she never dared venturing into their little circle; at least, the rumors were enough to keep her away.
a harmless creature who feeds off of attention and compliments, and would go at any length to get just that. the very thought of being forgotten sends her in a state of panic, pretty little head already supplied with lists of insults she could throw at herself. push at the right buttons and you have yourself a slave, ready to fulfill your every order. a machine made to please.
MY KINGDOM FOR YOUR GRACES: tak junri. tak junri... false affection, was it? or, could it have been blind devotion? whatever it was, it ed up every last innocence left of kiyo. there was something - something so strangely desirable about her. maybe it was the authority she held, perhaps the thrill that came with the risk of trying. but deep, deep down, kiyo just loved how exposed she felt around the girl. the rules of "who is your father and how do i impress him" didn't apply; why would it, anyway? there was no motive. the very thought of tak junri made kiyo feel all funny inside, and she didn't like it at all. some nights, would taste like poison and it burnt so much kiyo never understood why she kept coming back for more. but junri was an addiction, an illness. she's only been getting sicker and sicker after time. ironically, if a cure existed, kiyo would have run far, far away. her only reasoning: i hate medicine.
to call it an unrequited love would be an overstatement. junri fooled around with her a lot, sure. but that was it. kiyo was not part of her world, not worth remembering. she would've never been interesting enough to join the squad. would she have hurt anyone if junri asked, though? well....
666: the social pyramid was practically shoved down to accept, not that she was completely reluctant. she came from a family that believed in power and the many benefits that can be gained from it, so she gave silent kudos to the seniors that sat on the throne (or maybe her opinion was just biased because of her deep infatuation for a certain member.) apart from junri, she never dared venturing into their little circle; at least, the rumors were enough to keep her away.
ETERNALLY
the initial idea for kiyo's character was to bring some sort of depth behind junri's death (since she technically played quite a big role in t/d but had to die brutally - i'm a sad fan). kiyo's not much of a striking gal at first glance, but she's flexible to work with and has a lot of room for character development (as her story goes, she's willing to change completely when necessary). she's easy to push around and is practically blind when it comes to spotting bad intentions; it'd be interesting to see how far she'd be willing to go in order to please someone. the truth about her is that she's neither dark nor light. she's a mixture of both and there are many possibilities you can go about with her. the obsession she has for junri is currently a secret, but kang cheol should be able to discover the truth easily. she's not a complete moron, just very easy to manipulate.
???
i don't know what this is ??? i'm finally done i cannot believe it
final recipe:
background - this sdjking scene / folktales / this beauty / a fun fact: the tale of princess kaguya played a big role in creating kiyo, most of the quotes are taken from it, but mostly for the feels, not the actual story
tak junri - memo
internally - ??
externally - ??
overall - lots and lots of emo songs and naps in between
background - this sdjking scene / folktales / this beauty / a fun fact: the tale of princess kaguya played a big role in creating kiyo, most of the quotes are taken from it, but mostly for the feels, not the actual story
tak junri - memo
internally - ??
externally - ??
overall - lots and lots of emo songs and naps in between
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