SUBJECT: AMARI
observation active
"The cruelest thing about perfection is that it keeps moving."
collected record recovered from the second archive.
Amari,
You know you were meant for more too.
subject: Amari
cooperation rating: 8 / 10
intellect rating: 10 / 10
physical rating: 4 / 10
magic rating: 1 / 10
water response: yes
reported fear: - dying as someone unremarkable.
- never getting to be himself.
- being married.
- never being loved.
ambition: to be the best. he has to be.
trusted names: - yugio. always yugio.
- cindy
- yakov & armani
untrusted names: - claudia.
- mackenzie.
- avery
childhood record
growing up with yugio for most of his childhood, he thought they'd be inseparable. then, he *actually* grew up. was shipped off to countless schools. forced to become something a hair closer to the man he should be, put through enough trials to squeeze a good chunk of the weak out of him. it's why in dire situations, he'll bend, not break. but he's worried it's not enough. that it'll never be enough. and he'll keep trying until he thinks he's good enough, or he'll finally snap.
fears
not explaining the ones i think you already know but ill be happy to expand upon them if you need my love
- dying as someone unremarkable.
- never getting to be himself.
- being married.
- never being loved.
secrets
- he's the only one who knows his brother likely isn't dead.
- his makeup collection.
- how insecure he is about his appearance.
- how little he sleeps/eats
- that he's deathly scared of his mother.
love record
yugio sakaguchi. every part of him.
recorded symbol: a library, rubies, and black cats.
Black cats symbolize a duality of magic, representing both profound good fortune and protection, as well as mystery and dark superstitions.
Amari will dream of one of the schools his mother sent him away to. The hallway stretches endlessly, each open room holding a different version of him: one of them is dressed for a wedding.
At the far end, Yugio waits as he looked in childhood, but every step Amari takes only pushes him farther away.
The school folds into a library. Every book bears Amari’s name, and every page exposes something he hides: sleepless nights, untouched meals, mirrors, fear, and lives where he was loved only after becoming someone else.
His mother’s voice whispers:
“You cannot waste your time with corruption, with the wicked.”
Then another woman’s voice answers from between the shelves:
“You do not have to become what they prepared.”
When Amari wakes, an unfamiliar book will be lying beside his bed. It will smell old and feel heavy, but every page inside will be blank.
— STRIX