we are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.

Words, words, words. They're all we have to go on.

Generally speaking, things have gone about as far as they can possibly go, when things have gotten about as bad as they can reasonably get.

All your life you live so close to truth it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye. And when something nudges it into outline, it's like being ambushed by the grotesque.

Half of what I say means something else, and the other half means nothing at all.

name :: AKU :: Jia Ren'ai

player :: Shoji [[swall0wtale]]

position :: Player // Actor // Vocalist // Floor Acrobat

group :: L'ombra

Appearance.

He's tall. He's energetic. He's lanky, spastic, overactive, and theatrical.

An attention whore most extreme, everything about Aku's appearance just screams out "MOTHERFUCKING LOOK AT ME". If there's a spotlight, he's in it, his piercings glittering under the lights of the bigtop.

Most of the time, he's smiling, even if he doesn't mean it. It helps the morale, he's said time and time again, with a wink.

His family, half japanese and half chinese, was formed on the aspect of beauty, just like the rest of the Qiang family; but his mother was insistent on diversity. It's why she married outside of the family, outside of the culture; to try to sculpt something different from an ousider's genetic mold.

Aku was born to be a work of art, from his head to his toes, to the tip of his tongue that's rarely ever inside his mouth. As his mother sculpted him, he sculpted himself.

It was always about me, at least a little bit. Call me a brat, if you want. It's hitsuyouaku, okay? That necessary evil-- my vanity. It runs in the family, you know?

My family's all fakers and actors. It's what we do, here.

Audiences know what they expect and that is all they are prepared to believe in.

Background.

So, my grandaddy was in this thing called Asile, just like his dad, and his dad before him. Anyways, my granddad had this daughter, and she was all about the theatre-- not just about the acrobatics. Made a name for herself doing that stuff. Grandpa loved her so much, he even brought over this Japanese theatre and kagura dude to help her on out. Either way, someone knocked up someone and I popped out. I had 8 piercings before I even came out of the womb, so we don't even have to cover that ground.

Now that that's out of the way, let's talk about me.

I was raised to:

SING.
DANCE.
ACT.
DO ACROBATIC FEATS ON THE GROUND.
SPIN THE DIABOLO.
UNDERSTUDY FOR THE TRAPEZE
(Since Ciro thinks I'm ultra cool).
JUGGLE.
DANCE.
SING.
ACT.
ACT.
ACT.
ACT.
ACT.

I, personally, like it a whole lot. I mean, it's one thing to be in the spotlight for ten minutes of undivided attention in a show, but to have the spotlight for the entire thing? Brilliant, brilliant, motherfucking brilliant. So I'm glad that Auntie utilizes my special skills-- after all, I'm an awesome acrobat, but I'm really just best at being me.

Absolutely 100% Fake, natch.
All because
We're actors-- we're the opposite of people.

Outside of the arena, I'm a hyperactive punk who's happy all the time. Got a problem with my smiling? Fucking tough shit; It's what I love to do-- and it's infectious too. I bet I could light up a funeral with laughter if I tried hard enough.

I take pride in the fact that I can make people laugh, make people smile. These days, it's a trait that's hard to come by. If you gotta be Jap to get the job done, so fucking be it, right?

( Everyone's so goddamn serious. I'm so glad that I'm me. For real. )

Be happy—if you're not even happy what's so good about surviving?

Activities.

Doing what I do best-- making people happy. (

...And trying to get laid. Everybody here's such a pack of fuckin' prudes! People need to lighten the fuck up. Seriously.

Ideals/Motivations.

To spread laughter, joy, and happiness.

Oh. And to have some fucking fun.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

Attitude.

Yesterday, I had a dream of being stabbed in the back.
A girl was saying, while she smiled,
"You should really die."

Okay, that's it-- In order to not really die,
I strongly embraced the present

I'm not sure if it were really like that;
I'm not sure if it followed the girl's remarks:
"A rusted knife hurts, doesn't it?"

Okay, that's it-- In order to not lose anything,
I strongly embraced the present

She asked if I had seen the seasons pass, and
It was piercing all the way through me
"Every bit of you is bad, you know"

Okay, that's it-- In order to not cry,
I strongly embraced the present

I strongly embraced the present

kinou senaka wo kirareta yume wo mita
onna ha warainagara itteta
"omae nanka shinebaii no ni"

mou kore ijou nanimo kowarenai you ni
ima wo tsuyoku dakishimeta

kitto sou na no ka mo shirenai
onna no iu toori ka mo shirenai
"sabita NAIFU ha itai desho?"

mou kore ijou nanimo nakusanai you ni
ima wo tsuyoku dakishimeta

kisetsu ha hora mita koto ka to itte
atashi no mae ni toorisugiteitta
"zenbu omae ga warui nan da"

mou kore ijou namida koborenai you ni
ima wo tsuyoku dakishimeta

ima wo tsuyoku dakishimeta

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