I am [NOT] a Deceiver

[Tsujimura Miyako]

A Seductress' Soliloquy... We tell lies when we are afraid...  afraid of what we don't know,  afraid of what others will think,  afraid of what will be found out about us.  But every time we tell a lie,  the thing that we fear grows stronger. However... Truth is a luxury afforded a precious few;  falsehood holds up a reputation in place  of its straighter brethren,  and the simulacrum stands in for the real thing.  We all know this, of course -  rumors are our stock-in-trade -  but sometimes it's good to remind ourselves.  Sometimes we've been dealt straight  but we're so bent upon outing the bend sinister  that we discard the truth like a bastard child. I am not surprised that here, Now I find myself at the cornerstone of monotony. For all the shouts of their own power, beauty, and intelligence, when I press lips and whisper- none can identity- no, justify their own arrogance. Instead they all insist on being martyrs for the cause of platitudinous and the mundane clings to their breast like a nursing child. I curse myself for being benevolent. With lips of rouge I gave them a choice: To either serve me, or the demon of inadequacy. But lo and behold, they court the monster they're familiar with. What's the purpose of playing chess when the pawns are rooted in fear of possibly transcendence? They will sit, wither, age, and be content with never growing drunk on Satisfaction. So where I sit, on this throne of preponderance, has the legs bolted and nestled, clutched to the floor made of the bodies of the jaded, and arms outstretched reaching to caress the periphery of Supremacy's duchess. Watching the last petals of the new dawn's rose fall, covering up the Burgundy of the undesirable with wrinkled Vermillion. Comfortable that she, I am pregnant with the child of their extinction.

[Tsujimura Miyako]

辻村都 Tsujimura Miyako AGE: Thirty-Five(?) GENDER: Female VILLAGE: Takigakure RANK: Jonin/Nukenin NATURE MANIPULATION: Suiton-Futon RELATIONS: - PERSONALITY: Discerning Miyako's personality is similar to studying the ripples of water in a pond. While patterns exist, typical nearly habitual responses to things that would define a tractable routine of logic, ripples are essential unique and random-viable to meld from a small tremor that could eventually erupt into a great typhoon. She is everything one would expect and more who holds the title “Merchant of Lies.” Cunning, manipulative, an enticing mix of wickedness, intelligence, and desire. It takes a person with remarkable amount of strength and charisma to run the entirety of underground affairs in Taki no Kuni and parts beyond to the fluidity and synergy that she has. Playful but intolerant, and vehemently a pursuer of pleasures, the spectrum of her personality seems as wide reaching as the grasp of her influence across the world. If there is one constant of here that remains without question is her wrath. Though the entirety is surrounded in rumors, speculation, and taboo-there are few who have caught her ire and lived to tell about it. And those who do often beg for the mercy of death, sparing themselves of the on-going horrors unleashed upon them by this vixen of malice. STORY: -Link Threads Here- HOLDING: -Link Holding Here-