Yoshia James Maki
ıм тнıs ωαy
ι aм
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ukweli
мy gιғт
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxControl of Sound
ıм тнıs мαиy
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNineteen
cαℓℓ мε
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYoshi
мy ѕιde ιѕ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Herrescher der Welt
мy ℓίfε ίи иøтεs
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx3:16 am
ı ℓίkε
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxMusic, singing, rain, fire, starry nights, cake, being underestimated, and being left alone.
ί fεαя
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGoing deaf
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Yoshia is the quiet type as long as he has his music. He spends most of his time sitting alone with his headphones clinging to his head. While listening to his music Yoshi acts friendly and doesn’t mind communicating with the others around him; but once the headphones come off it’s a different story. He quickly becomes an overconfident, egotistical force of mass destruction.
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If at first you don’t succeed try, try again. My thoughts on the last war? Well its apparent they could’ve done so much better. That’s in the past, so I guess all that’s left to do is write the future.
My grip on reality is a little bent so forgive me if I forgot a few details. I was born to a pair of Vaimnes in the city of Nagoya, Japan. I have no idea how two people with mental based powers gave birth to me, a kid who’s powers are derived from sound. Oh well back to my past. I was the youngest of 4 children and the only Ukweli. Luckily my power over sound kept my siblings and their abusive tactics at bay. Our family wasn’t the richest but we were far enough from poverty that I never really had to work hard for anything I wanted. Not like I wanted much other than getting out of that house. I absolutely loathed my family and their ways. I would let music snatch me away and take me to a place where I could be free. I relied so much on music that I can only feel happiness when listening to it. Overall I guess my life was decent until my 16th birthday. I got into a heated argument with my father, which turned into a “hey lets gang up on Yoshi” event staring my brothers. The argument escalated and before I knew it I was being shot through a wall in our house. I snapped and it was then I realized the true power of my ability. I left my family deaf and my brothers on the edge of death. That’s when I moved out and decided to do something more with my life. Something inside me clicked that night. When you have powers why not rule? Why not take the world and force the weak to bow down. For only the strong should live lavish right?
My grip on reality is a little bent so forgive me if I forgot a few details. I was born to a pair of Vaimnes in the city of Nagoya, Japan. I have no idea how two people with mental based powers gave birth to me, a kid who’s powers are derived from sound. Oh well back to my past. I was the youngest of 4 children and the only Ukweli. Luckily my power over sound kept my siblings and their abusive tactics at bay. Our family wasn’t the richest but we were far enough from poverty that I never really had to work hard for anything I wanted. Not like I wanted much other than getting out of that house. I absolutely loathed my family and their ways. I would let music snatch me away and take me to a place where I could be free. I relied so much on music that I can only feel happiness when listening to it. Overall I guess my life was decent until my 16th birthday. I got into a heated argument with my father, which turned into a “hey lets gang up on Yoshi” event staring my brothers. The argument escalated and before I knew it I was being shot through a wall in our house. I snapped and it was then I realized the true power of my ability. I left my family deaf and my brothers on the edge of death. That’s when I moved out and decided to do something more with my life. Something inside me clicked that night. When you have powers why not rule? Why not take the world and force the weak to bow down. For only the strong should live lavish right?
