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"Who's Selkie?"
"She looks... average."
"I don't think she's THAT memorable..."
"6/10, at best..."
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"Beauty is not in the face, beauty is a light in the heart."
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[!] WARNING [!] |
Content includes mentions of S/H, S/A, C/A, etc... Please, take care of yourself and move on. |
[!]Confidentiality Notice[!] |
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The sound of a cassette tape being inserted...
Buzzing... Buzzing...
Buzzing... Buzzing...
[REDACTED]: The date today is November 22nd. I, Dr.-
Glitches, mechanical noises, cracking...
[REDACTED]: of-
Glitches, mechanical noises, cracking...
[REDACTED]: -am conducting a thorough review upon one of the migrated citizens of Karakura, Japan. And this is the first tape...
The tape whirls and fasts forward...
[REDACTED]: The name of the citizen is known by the nickname 'Selkie', although—her full name is Selkie Alouette S. Flores... Apparently, her parents were quite eccentric...
[REDACTED]: First born to Marisel Carmelita Flores and Ivan D. Flores, both born and raised in the Philippines, as is Ms. Flores.
[REDACTED]: Born on the 22nd of November, meaning today is her birthday—the citizen is now 18. Legal.
[REDACTED]: She identifies as a bigender individual, a woman-nonbinary... And as a homosexual, a lesbian to be more specific.
[REDACTED]: She grew up in a Protestant household but has no solid belief, identifying as one of agnostic beliefs, yet for some reason... believes in mythologies such as mermaids, fairies, etcetera...
| Writer's notes: |
| Selkie Alouette S. Flores, or simply Selkie, is a vibrant force of nature, her presence impossible to ignore—not because of striking beauty, but because of the energy she radiates. With peachy-pink hair cascading in a softened jellyfish cut and golden eyes that gleam with mischief, she carries herself with an effortless charm that makes up for what she lacks in conventional looks. Her features are unremarkable, her face neither delicate nor striking, yet there’s something undeniably magnetic about the way she moves and speaks, as if daring the world to keep up with her. Loud and bubbly, her humor often treads the line between playful and shameless, yet there's an undeniable warmth beneath it all. Despite her laughter, a quiet storm lingers in the depths of her gaze, hinting at stories she rarely shares. A long scar traces diagonally across her tan skin, a silent testament to battles—both seen and unseen. She moves through life like a wildfire, fueled by a love for the arts and a heart that beats for nature. Yet, for all her radiance, there’s an undeniable distance in her, a contradiction of intimacy and detachment. Her words, at times, are more smoke than substance, yet those who truly see her know—she is far more than just the laughter she wears. there were erased scribbles and eraser shavings subtly visible on the paper... |
The sound of a cassette tape being inserted...
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[REDACTED]: Ms. Flores has had a tough life and it is evident on her physicalities...
[REDACTED]: First is a deeply lengthy cut that extends diagonally from the top corner of her forehead down to her jawline – reddish, pinkish scar. A self-inflicted laceration pressed during her early teenage years. The first thing people notice on her face when having just met, their eyes often trailed over the subtle keloid...
[REDACTED]: First is a deeply lengthy cut that extends diagonally from the top corner of her forehead down to her jawline – reddish, pinkish scar. A self-inflicted laceration pressed during her early teenage years. The first thing people notice on her face when having just met, their eyes often trailed over the subtle keloid...
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[REDACTED]: Furthermore, a set of faint and parallel discolored scars on her forearms.
[REDACTED] would sigh...
[REDACTED]: A- Another self-inflicted injury that seems more like papercut scars.
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[REDACTED]: Calloused fingertips and scarred fingernails from picking at them whenever she feels anxious, often drawing blood.
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[REDACTED]: Lastly... Faint scratches and cuts on her legs. A reminder of her rather wild and unsecured childhood with tree-climbing, roof-scrabbling, etc.
The sound of a cassette tape being inserted...
Buzzing... Buzzing...
A different voice?... A more light-hearted tone and manner?... Who is it?...
[REDACTED]: Selkie is the kind of person who lights up a room—loud, quick-witted, and always ready with a teasing remark that borders on scandalous. She is quite shy and anxious around people she is not so familiar with. She thrives on laughter, often using humor as both a shield and a weapon, making it easy to mistake her for someone without a care in the world. But beneath the playful bravado lies a far more complicated soul. She is an expert at deflection, weaving half-truths and exaggerated tales to keep others at arm’s length, a habit born from the fear of being truly seen. Emotionally detached yet desperate for connection, she walks the fine line between pushing people away and yearning for them to stay...Buzzing... Buzzing...
A different voice?... A more light-hearted tone and manner?... Who is it?...
[REDACTED]: Despite her struggles, Selkie is fiercely passionate, pouring her soul into the things she loves—whether it's dancing, singing, or losing herself in the beauty of nature. She craves intensity in all forms, chasing after moments that make her feel alive, even if it means burning herself out in the process. She doesn’t trust easily, but those who manage to slip past her carefully constructed walls will find someone who loves with unwavering devotion. Even if she doesn't always believe in herself, she will always believe in the people she cares about, willing to do anything to see them happy—sometimes at the cost of her own well-being. She may be a storm of contradictions, but above all else, Selkie is someone who refuses to let the world define her, carving out her own path, one chaotic, beautiful step at a time.
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[REDACTED] would let out a sigh...
[REDACTED] would let out a sigh...
[REDACTED]: You are far too subjective on this matter....
[REDACTED]: She's only so young, Dr.
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The sound of a cassette tape being inserted...
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[REDACTED]: Now, let us speak of her background...
The sound of a cassette tape being inserted. A faint hum of static before a voice cuts through, clinical and composed.
[REDACTED]: This is a recorded psychological and social assessment for one Selkie Alouette S. Flores, commonly referred to as 'Selkie.' Subject was born in Metro Manila, Philippines, to Marisel Carmelita S. Flores and Ivan D. Flores. Both parents were young at the time of her birth, unmarried, and unprepared for the reality of raising a child beyond infancy. The name 'Persephone' was chosen arbitrarily—plucked from some unknown source—while 'Selkie' was a common name in the Philippines at the time. Perhaps they assumed familiarity would bring comfort.
The tape whirls slightly, as if the speaker has taken a moment to glance through notes.
[REDACTED]: Selkie's early years were marked by an outwardly confident and lively personality. She was, as most described her, a ‘diva’—a child with charm, wit, and a fearless sense of self. Her Protestant upbringing instilled a certain sense of morality, but it was clear that her parents, Marisel and Ivan, were more enamored with the idea of parenting than the responsibility it entailed. They longed for the perpetual innocence of infancy, expressing regret over her growth, as though her transition from child to adolescent were an inconvenience rather than an inevitability.
There is a pause. The voice continues, this time with a more subdued tone.
[REDACTED]: Despite emotional neglect at home, Selkie excelled academically. She was a consistent honor student from primary through secondary school, her fluency in English giving her a distinct advantage. Notably, her accent—often mistaken for foreign—set her apart, a fact that she seemed to lean into, at times affecting a British lilt. Her struggle with Tagalog, her mother’s attempts at teaching her the language met with difficulty, created a divide between her and her peers, reinforcing an unshakable sense of ‘otherness’ from an early age.
There’s a faint shuffle of paper, as if someone is adjusting in their seat.
[REDACTED]: Her psychological distress traces back to an incident at age four—one that, while seemingly small, had an irreversible impact. Teenage boys, barely more than children themselves, found amusement in exposing the young Selkie to inappropriate media. This event rewired her understanding of the world. She knew too much. Understood too soon. The innocence her parents longed to preserve was shattered before they even noticed.
A mechanical click, a moment of silence, then the voice resumes.
[REDACTED]: At the age of seven, she attempted to drown herself during a family resort outing. It was not premeditated. It was not calculated. Merely an impulse—a fleeting thought that became action. Yet, survival instinct prevailed, and she resurfaced almost immediately. No one noticed. No one knew.
The voice remains steady, detached, but there is an unmistakable tension underlying the words.
[REDACTED]: At eleven, insecurities took root. She was a late bloomer, envious of those who had matured before her. She lied about having her period, feeling as though she were falling behind. By thirteen, her struggles escalated. A brief bout with an eating disorder, stifled only by the ingrained habit of finishing every meal—a remnant of parental pressure. That same year, she attempted suicide. An entire bottle of Advil, swallowed in silence. She awoke the next morning, unchanged, as though the act itself had been erased.
A brief sigh, followed by the faint creak of a chair.
[REDACTED]: Her fourteenth birthday was the tipping point. A gathering filled with unfamiliar relatives, voices commenting on her appearance—on how she had ‘widened’ and ‘aged.’ It became unbearable. The noise, the scrutiny. So she sought refuge in the bathroom, the same knife used to cut her birthday cake now pressed against her skin. A single, jagged stroke along her face. A deliberate mark. If the scar was visible, if it became the first thing people noticed, then perhaps they would stop scrutinizing everything else.
A pause. A sharp inhale, as if the speaker is choosing their words carefully.
[REDACTED]: She was found by a cousin. Her parents reacted with horror—not out of concern, but shame. That same night, they fled to Japan, seeking anonymity among distant relatives and the mental health facilities Karakura had to offer. It was a desperate move. A selfish one. And so, on her birthday, Selkie was admitted to Karakura Asylum. Fourteen years old. Alone. A year of institutionalization followed. Her struggles remained. The language barrier, the cultural shift, the unchanging indifference of her parents.
Another brief silence, then the voice picks up once more.
[REDACTED]: Despite it all, Selkie remains a paradox. Loud, vibrant, with a humor that is both infectious and abrasive. She is a performer—on stage and in life. Dancing, singing, painting—these are her sanctuaries. When she allows herself to be seen, she is overwhelming. Too much, too fast. A storm contained within a single body. And yet, there is always a distance. An invisible wall between her and the world.
A click. The tape fast-forwards. When it resumes, the voice is softer, almost reflective.
[REDACTED]: Borderline Personality Disorder. Social Anxiety. Pathological Lying. Diagnoses assigned to a girl whose truth was ignored for too long. Selkie is a master of deception, not out of malice, but necessity. A coping mechanism carved into her bones.
A final pause. The weight of the words lingers.
[REDACTED]: And yet… she is only eighteen. Legal, yes. But still young. Still searching. Still… alive.
The tape whirls. The static buzz grows louder.
Side Stories |
| ...Crying is for crybabies Selkie was nine years old, as emotional as nine year olds appear to be, she truly was one of those nine year olds who were emotional. Except, that little attribute didn't last long when she longed for comfort and assurance, but was met with laughter from her own parents instead. She's never cried in front of her parents, or anyone for that matter, ever again. |
| ...Everyone but me, huh? Around her time as a 6th grader in the Philippines, there were school events that specialized in pageants which included showing off the prettiest girl in the class, they were to be called the 'muse'. In class, her teacher was growing frustrated when none of the girls in the class were inclined to become the muse, he began to call out and I quote, "There are so many beautiful girls in this class!" He exclaims with frustration, "There's Claire, Mariel," he began to point out every girl in the classroom, "And Riel, and-" He stops to glance at Selkie who sat right in front of him, pausing, before moving on to face the class, "There are literally so many pretty girls in this class..." That was a huge blow to Selkie's self-esteem. Why couldn't he mention her name?... |
The sound of a cassette tape being inserted...
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[REDACTED]: Ms. Flores is quite the hobbyist...
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[REDACTED]: Go ahead...
[REDACTED]: Dancing. One of her greatest loves—it had always been a talent AND a passion, it resulted in her guiding a lot of choreographies for school projects, known for honing such talents...
[REDACTED]: Singing. Another one of her greatest loves—it is something she was always quite familiar with, especially since childhood. She even began to write songs whenever she felt like it and used her own vocals purely.
[REDACTED]: Theater-Musical. The beauty, the energy, and the ever-brewing potion of everything she honed as a talent and passion.
[REDACTED]: Painting... Apparently, she really likes to draw, something since childhood... As well as the guitar...
The speaker would chuckle, as if at awe of the list of hobbies.
The sound of a cassette tape being inserted...
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[REDACTED]: Ms. Flores has a record of being admitted in facilities, medical and mental.
The sound of paper rustling...
[REDACTED]: Here is one of her most recent records as of migrating to Japan...
The sound of paper being folded...
[REDACTED]: Borderline Personality Disorder, it was genetically passed on from her older relatives and is first to be officially and clinically diagnosed in their family.
[REDACTED]: Social Anxiety. A relatively shy person who avoids any sort of social interaction whom she is not familiar nor close with.
[REDACTED]: Pathological Liar She's always been a good liar, it's a self-defense and coping mechanism that's been built into her since her childhood.
[REDACTED]: Since childhood?...[REDACTED]: Social Anxiety. A relatively shy person who avoids any sort of social interaction whom she is not familiar nor close with.
[REDACTED]: Pathological Liar She's always been a good liar, it's a self-defense and coping mechanism that's been built into her since her childhood.
[REDACTED]: Ms. Flores is also an anemic, passed down from her mother whilst her father is diabetic. Not much of a genetic lottery, that's for sure...
[REDACTED]: She was also diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) Level 2 at the late age of 17 at Karakura Asylum...
[REDACTED]: She was also diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) Level 2 at the late age of 17 at Karakura Asylum...
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[REDACTED]: Ms. Flores has few immediate family... all alive as of now...
| Writer's notes: |
| Family [ALIVE] Marisel Carmelita S. Flores - Mother "I don't want to talk about her... We were never really close." [ALIVE] Ivan D. Flores - Father "...Eh..." |
GENERAL LOGS...
Name: Selkie Alouette S. Flores
Aliases: Selkie, Kiki, Sel, Alou
Birthdate: 11/22
Gender: Bigender (Female, Non-Binary)
Ethnicity(ies): Filipino
Place of Birth: ???
Sexuality: Lesbian – femme
Name: Selkie Alouette S. Flores
Aliases: Selkie, Kiki, Sel, Alou
Birthdate: 11/22
Gender: Bigender (Female, Non-Binary)
Ethnicity(ies): Filipino
Place of Birth: ???
Sexuality: Lesbian – femme
6/10, average-looking girl...
Height: 5’3 / 160 cm
Weight: 51 kg / 112 Pounds
Build: Ectomorph – Most fat is stored in the abdomen + Relatively big chest and broad shoulders.
Hair Color: Peachy Pink
Hair Texture: 2b-2c
Hair Cut: Shortened Jellyfish Cut with side bangs
Eye color: Gold
Skin Color: Tan
Anomaly(ies): A deeply lengthy cut that extends diagonally from the top corner of her forehead down to her jawline – reddish, pinkish scar.
Accessory(ies): Gold, soft square frame glasses.
Personality: Loud, bubbly, and humorously dirty minded
Attributes: Honor student + A nature and animal lover
Talents: Dancing, Singing, Painting, Acting
Hobbies: Dance, songwriting, digital art, guitar, theater
Quirks: Zoning out to the extreme.
Religious Beliefs: Agnostic
Fashion: Whatever feels comfortable and looks cute.
Family Life: Middle Class – Only Child
Diagnosis: An emotionally detached person
Borderline Personality Disorder
Autism
Pathological Liar
S/H
Mother – Marisel Carmelita S. Flores, Father – Ivan D. Flores
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