This Biography will contain information on Aiya Tsu Meyer
Her history, her family, her story.
[!]WARNING! Her lore will be dark and contain sensitive topics.[!]
Her history, her family, her story.
[!]WARNING! Her lore will be dark and contain sensitive topics.[!]
The beginning. . .
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I hear singing...No, I hear my mother. Are you my mother? Everything is so warm, but I'm not alone. I feel you next to me. Who are you?
I can’t feel you anymore. I’m alone. Where are you? I can hear them saying it’s only me now.
The first time I ever opened my eyes, I saw a beautiful woman smiling down at me as she held me in her arms. Was this my mother? There were doctors and a man all hovering around us; the man was holding a baby. They weren’t crying like I was; maybe they had done this before. Aliun. His name is Aliun; that’s a nice name. I hope we can do this together.
W-wait. Where are you taking him? No, don’t take him! Why are you saying he’s being cremated!? DON’T TAKE HIM FROM ME!
They brought back a box. A small black box. A photo of an ultrasound was on top, and his name was written neatly. How can he fit in there? He was bigger than it.
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After a few months, I finally understood everything happening around me. My mother's name is Daiyu, and my father's name is Valentino. He’s always nice to me, but I can feel he’s angry. My mother is always crying and scared, especially when he’s near us. One day, I woke up from my nap because of them screaming at each other. Why do adults scream so much? Oh wait, I scream too. It’s different though; I don’t know how else to get their attention. I’m so hungry.
She’s crying again. She keeps rocking back and forth and muttering things I don’t understand. Mom, mom, you’re hurting me. Stop holding me so tight; it hurts. You’re holding my arm too tight; I’m too little. Mommy, please let go. Wait, where are you going? Don’t leave me here alone now! My arm hurts... Are you getting a doctor?
Who is this man? He looks like you, but he’s not you. Oh, you’re helping me, good! My mom, she got upset, and my arm hu- wait, where are we going?
Planes are loud. I never want to go on that again. Who is this woman? She looks like Mom too.
His name is Feng. Her name is Li. Everyone here looks like you; they’re nice. There are a lot of other children, but they're bigger than me. One threw a rock at me, though. That hurt so much. Feng took me away for a few days. I’m glad he’s here, I feel sa-
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YOU’RE COVERED IN BLOOD? MOM? MOMMY, WHAT'S WRONG? Feng, help mommy! Please look at her; she’s on the floor!. .Oh good, you got doctors to get her. She’ll be okay? Won't she?
This place is cold; Mommy is resting, though. She isn’t making noise. She looks the way Aliun did. . .Oh no. No, no, please, don’t leave me too. Wait, please, Feng, take me back to her; I can’t leave her. She’s my mom!
China. . .
Before her first birthday, Aiya was brought to her mother’s family estate where she would be raised by her uncle, Feng. While it was known to the family heads, Li and Lei, that Aiya was a blood relative of the Yihan, it was decided to tell the members that she had been placed under Feng's care by a close friend, thereby concealing their mistake from 26 years ago.
Yihan was from a wealthy family of seclusion. The members barely strayed far from the estate grounds and only went out to expand their education or business.
While growing up, the relatives never felt a need to include Aiya in the family's affairs, keeping her as more of a servant to them. The younger members teased that she was unwanted, unloved, or simply a burden despite the attempts made to exceed the family's expectations.
By the time Aiya could understand the things around her and began to speak, the members of Yihan grew abusive. Vicious children would throw things, stuff her in closets, and overall start to hurt her. If she retaliated in any way, Li, her grandmother, would lash her. It took only a few years for Aiya to lose hope of returning to the people she used to know and to give up on feeling anything.
By the age of 12, Feng promised that for her 13th birthday, she could return to Karakura. The place where she was born, to learn more of her history. Feng's intentions appeared well but they were much more gruesome. He only wanted to get rid of the obstacle in his way of furthering tests on the woman below the estate, in the cold room.
Karakura. . .
Yihan was from a wealthy family of seclusion. The members barely strayed far from the estate grounds and only went out to expand their education or business.
While growing up, the relatives never felt a need to include Aiya in the family's affairs, keeping her as more of a servant to them. The younger members teased that she was unwanted, unloved, or simply a burden despite the attempts made to exceed the family's expectations.
By the time Aiya could understand the things around her and began to speak, the members of Yihan grew abusive. Vicious children would throw things, stuff her in closets, and overall start to hurt her. If she retaliated in any way, Li, her grandmother, would lash her. It took only a few years for Aiya to lose hope of returning to the people she used to know and to give up on feeling anything.
By the age of 12, Feng promised that for her 13th birthday, she could return to Karakura. The place where she was born, to learn more of her history. Feng's intentions appeared well but they were much more gruesome. He only wanted to get rid of the obstacle in his way of furthering tests on the woman below the estate, in the cold room.
Karakura. . .
W.I.P Karakura
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