Kuriko

Kuriko is an enigma. At first glance she’s like a ray of sunshine, amicable and friendly. Great tits, perfect tan. She’s a delight, a girl’s girl. Clumsy, sings out of tune and lives on instant noodles, but she has a lot of heart. She seems to be in this trade for the love of the game. A brainless bimbo to the snooty types, maybe, but you can't please everyone!

But after the parties dull, after the sated men drift off to dreamless slumber, after the haze of the drugs fade away, so do her easy smiles. She’d confess, not with words but with jaded eyes…she feels confused, lost and aimless. Is this all there is to life? An endless exchange of cash and bodies…for profit, material gain, something more …at all? What is she running away from? Is there anything but lies to run towards?

But what people want from her isn’t that introspection, that deep sadness that doesn’t seem to wane like the many moons in the sky. No, this universe and its many rituals are built on transactions, on masks and performances. And so Kuriko will keep walking the tightrope with a plastered smile. Thinking while trying so hard to not look like it – please don’t leave me, not until I show my real self…

Stats

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❤ Mangoes	✖ Tight Spots
❤ Trinkets	✖ Sterility
❤ Petrichor	✖ Commitments
❤ Neon lights	✖ Silence
❤ Club music	✖ Her brother
❤ Cheap glitter eyeliner	✖ Asking about her past

Strength

Dexterity

Constitution

Intelligence

Charisma