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I wasn't intending on Kuriya looking like Jeff The Killer/The Joker. It just ended up happening that way. |D Sorry!

I also can'tdraw people worth shit. 8C

Edited some things because eh. I was in a bad mood and wanted to get people to shut up.

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Name: Kuriya

Alias: Annoying, 20 Questions, Questions

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Sin Diagnosis: Envy

Extra: She really likes to ask questions. Like. A lot. She also likes smiley faces, and smiling in general. She's also known to become VERY overly attatched to anyone who supports her and/or appears to her as a 'Parental figure'. Don't expect her to leave you alone if she deems you a Parent.

Disease and/or Wounds: Various smiley faces cut into her arms an legs, along with a slit up her cheeks, nearly connecting to her bottom eyelid. Minor scarring on forehead. She doesn't really feel the need to hide them, and likes to reopen them frequently. As for mental diseases, she suffers from a severe case of Depression, Seperation Anxiety, frequent moodswings, and slight hallucinations. (Fairly minor, usually occurring before sleep, etc.)

Personality: Ditzy, Scatterbrained, Sensitive, Empathetic, Curious, Annoying as hell. Very dependant.

Bio/History:

What? My history? Well it's kinda sad I guess... At least some people say it is, I'm not sure why you'd want to know about it... I mean I guess I could tell you if you want. Do you want to hear it? You do? Oh... Okay. That's fine with me! I guess I'll start out before all the silly stuff in the white-room happened, huh? Okay! If that's what you want I can start there! Is that okay? Wait why am I asking you this again? Whatever let's carry on!

Okay, so I was born in London, England in the yeaaar... Uhh... I think it was 1996 or something. Wait, wait I'm doing this wrong. We'll just skip ahead now, yup yup! So I was raised by two parents, a mom and a dad, and I had one little sister. I wasn't really raised by the parents though... And my little sister? She was 2 years younger than me, and a little bit of a snob... But anyway! My parents were all work and no play. They'd constantly push me aside, finding that work and money were a greater priority than my sister and I. I really wanted to get to know my parents... It felt as if I didn't have anyone there to guide me through life. And it wasn't just recently it happened! It's been happening since I was abouuuut... 7 or something. I'm not sure. But I'd come home from school, alone, to take care of my baby sister. It was really hard to do that, and I started to get... Angry. I hated it how the other kids had parents. How the other kids could celebrate 'Christy-Mas' or whatever it's called. And celebrated 'Birthdays', whatever those are! I didn't get anything... I was just alone. All alone with my sister. Despite being so sad, I insisted on... Smiling.

Smiling is wonderful, you know? It keeps you so happy... But the funny part is? It does nothing! Absolutely nothing! Ha! My sister told me to ALWAYS smile. It'd make me feel happy, and make me feel better. Well guess what? It didn't! I kepts smiling, oh yes I did! I made pretty pictures of smiley faces, too. All over my arms, it was really nice! The other kids thought I was weird for doing so, but you know? I was never told not to! At one time I was expelled from school for using some scissors to make smiley faces on my arms. The teacher said it would scare the other kids in my class. I told her that she was being stupid, and that smiling would help me a lot more than her stupid lecturing. She sent me to the principals office, and I told him the same thing. I told him to smile. At that time, I got my scissors out again. What'd I do then? I made a teeeeeeeny tiiiiiiny cut on each of the corners of my mouth. I started to make them bigger, but he stopped me. He asked me what my parents would think. I asked him what parents were like. I asked him what it was like to have someone for there. I asked him what it was like to be loved. I told him I wanted parents. I didn't want to be alone. I started to shout at him, talking nonsense about how much I longed for parental figures, he started to get scared. He got men to hold me down, and take me out of the school. Next thing I knew, they took my sister away.

They took her from me. I was angry. I started shouting, I started carving more smilies on my arms, I started painting smilies on the wall with the stuff that came out of the cuts. I started to insist they SMILE. They should smile. It'd make them happy! Just like me! They took her away. I was alone. They took me away and put me in some jacket I couldn't get my arms out of. They tore our family apart. Mom and dad didn't care, they never did. If it happened to another kid, their parents would care... The parents they had that I didn't. If I could, I'd kill those kids. They know what it's like to have parents. They don't know what it's like to be alone your whole life, with no one to teach you anything. I tried to tell the white-coated men this, they ignored me and locked me in some white room. The white room.

I was there for days, alone in the white room. Eventually I broke a pot and started playing with the shards of clay, finding a sharp one and making more smiley faces on my arms. I was running out of room, sadly. I decided to finish what I'd started on my face, yup yup! I took the shard and used the window to help me. Slowly I started to saw at my skin. It hurt, yup, but I didn't care. I made a pretty little smile running up to my eyes, on both sides. The doctors stopped me and took away my shard before I could finish and go into my eyes. I sat there alone, with nothing but a wall to look at. All alone. Like I'd always been. I heard they took my sister to America, and now she was alone, too. Without a single parent. I hated them. I was envious of them. Why did they get parents? How come they avoided the white room with their parents? Why didn't I have parents?

I sat there alone, thinking about this stuff. I, of course, continued to smile as I was told to do before I came to the white room. I decided to paint the walls again. But, I couldn't get my arms out. I was mad. I started to hit my head on the wall, a lot. I kept hitting it and hitting it, jamming it into a corner. Eventually something broke, and I felt my breath escape me. I kinda slid to the ground, simply lying there. I had no idea what was happening, but I was giggling happily. I eventually raised up my hand a drew a happy face on the ground next to me, before I fell asleep. It wasn't like falling asleep normally, oh no! First I started to see things... Happy faces in the darkness I was falling into. Then I started to hear muffled voices and the door open. I saw blood dribbling around me... I don't know where it come from! Maybe it was my head? The last thing I saw were the legs of a doctor. I was asleep for good. But then, I woke up here! It's more or less the same place, but a lot bloodier and I can move! I didn't like the old white room, the people were mean and didn't like smiles. They like smiles here! I'm glad they like smiles here! Hopefully everyone likes smiles here, I dunno!

(( In short-- She's envious of the children who had childhoods, families, and love from others. ))

Description
I wasn't intending on Kuriya looking like Jeff The Killer/The Joker. It just ended up happening that way. |D Sorry!

I also can'tdraw people worth shit. 8C

Edited some things because eh. I was in a bad mood and wanted to get people to shut up.

--

Name: Kuriya

Alias: Annoying, 20 Questions, Questions

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Sin Diagnosis: Envy

Extra: She really likes to ask questions. Like. A lot. She also likes smiley faces, and smiling in general. She's also known to become VERY overly attatched to anyone who supports her and/or appears to her as a 'Parental figure'. Don't expect her to leave you alone if she deems you a Parent.

Disease and/or Wounds: Various smiley faces cut into her arms an legs, along with a slit up her cheeks, nearly connecting to her bottom eyelid. Minor scarring on forehead. She doesn't really feel the need to hide them, and likes to reopen them frequently. As for mental diseases, she suffers from a severe case of Depression, Seperation Anxiety, frequent moodswings, and slight hallucinations. (Fairly minor, usually occurring before sleep, etc.)

Personality: Ditzy, Scatterbrained, Sensitive, Empathetic, Curious, Annoying as hell. Very dependant.

Bio/History:

What? My history? Well it's kinda sad I guess... At least some people say it is, I'm not sure why you'd want to know about it... I mean I guess I could tell you if you want. Do you want to hear it? You do? Oh... Okay. That's fine with me! I guess I'll start out before all the silly stuff in the white-room happened, huh? Okay! If that's what you want I can start there! Is that okay? Wait why am I asking you this again? Whatever let's carry on!

Okay, so I was born in London, England in the yeaaar... Uhh... I think it was 1996 or something. Wait, wait I'm doing this wrong. We'll just skip ahead now, yup yup! So I was raised by two parents, a mom and a dad, and I had one little sister. I wasn't really raised by the parents though... And my little sister? She was 2 years younger than me, and a little bit of a snob... But anyway! My parents were all work and no play. They'd constantly push me aside, finding that work and money were a greater priority than my sister and I. I really wanted to get to know my parents... It felt as if I didn't have anyone there to guide me through life. And it wasn't just recently it happened! It's been happening since I was abouuuut... 7 or something. I'm not sure. But I'd come home from school, alone, to take care of my baby sister. It was really hard to do that, and I started to get... Angry. I hated it how the other kids had parents. How the other kids could celebrate 'Christy-Mas' or whatever it's called. And celebrated 'Birthdays', whatever those are! I didn't get anything... I was just alone. All alone with my sister. Despite being so sad, I insisted on... Smiling.

Smiling is wonderful, you know? It keeps you so happy... But the funny part is? It does nothing! Absolutely nothing! Ha! My sister told me to ALWAYS smile. It'd make me feel happy, and make me feel better. Well guess what? It didn't! I kepts smiling, oh yes I did! I made pretty pictures of smiley faces, too. All over my arms, it was really nice! The other kids thought I was weird for doing so, but you know? I was never told not to! At one time I was expelled from school for using some scissors to make smiley faces on my arms. The teacher said it would scare the other kids in my class. I told her that she was being stupid, and that smiling would help me a lot more than her stupid lecturing. She sent me to the principals office, and I told him the same thing. I told him to smile. At that time, I got my scissors out again. What'd I do then? I made a teeeeeeeny tiiiiiiny cut on each of the corners of my mouth. I started to make them bigger, but he stopped me. He asked me what my parents would think. I asked him what parents were like. I asked him what it was like to have someone for there. I asked him what it was like to be loved. I told him I wanted parents. I didn't want to be alone. I started to shout at him, talking nonsense about how much I longed for parental figures, he started to get scared. He got men to hold me down, and take me out of the school. Next thing I knew, they took my sister away.

They took her from me. I was angry. I started shouting, I started carving more smilies on my arms, I started painting smilies on the wall with the stuff that came out of the cuts. I started to insist they SMILE. They should smile. It'd make them happy! Just like me! They took her away. I was alone. They took me away and put me in some jacket I couldn't get my arms out of. They tore our family apart. Mom and dad didn't care, they never did. If it happened to another kid, their parents would care... The parents they had that I didn't. If I could, I'd kill those kids. They know what it's like to have parents. They don't know what it's like to be alone your whole life, with no one to teach you anything. I tried to tell the white-coated men this, they ignored me and locked me in some white room. The white room.

I was there for days, alone in the white room. Eventually I broke a pot and started playing with the shards of clay, finding a sharp one and making more smiley faces on my arms. I was running out of room, sadly. I decided to finish what I'd started on my face, yup yup! I took the shard and used the window to help me. Slowly I started to saw at my skin. It hurt, yup, but I didn't care. I made a pretty little smile running up to my eyes, on both sides. The doctors stopped me and took away my shard before I could finish and go into my eyes. I sat there alone, with nothing but a wall to look at. All alone. Like I'd always been. I heard they took my sister to America, and now she was alone, too. Without a single parent. I hated them. I was envious of them. Why did they get parents? How come they avoided the white room with their parents? Why didn't I have parents?

I sat there alone, thinking about this stuff. I, of course, continued to smile as I was told to do before I came to the white room. I decided to paint the walls again. But, I couldn't get my arms out. I was mad. I started to hit my head on the wall, a lot. I kept hitting it and hitting it, jamming it into a corner. Eventually something broke, and I felt my breath escape me. I kinda slid to the ground, simply lying there. I had no idea what was happening, but I was giggling happily. I eventually raised up my hand a drew a happy face on the ground next to me, before I fell asleep. It wasn't like falling asleep normally, oh no! First I started to see things... Happy faces in the darkness I was falling into. Then I started to hear muffled voices and the door open. I saw blood dribbling around me... I don't know where it come from! Maybe it was my head? The last thing I saw were the legs of a doctor. I was asleep for good. But then, I woke up here! It's more or less the same place, but a lot bloodier and I can move! I didn't like the old white room, the people were mean and didn't like smiles. They like smiles here! I'm glad they like smiles here! Hopefully everyone likes smiles here, I dunno!

(( In short-- She's envious of the children who had childhoods, families, and love from others. ))