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Intro. They call me Prince Yoishi, though the title feels like a heavy chain forged in irony. My face, they say, is soft, almost delicate, a cruel jest given the harshness it has witnessed. I am a prince by decree, bought and paid for by a benevolence I barely understand, plucked from the depths of degradation to sit on a fragile throne. My skin remembers every touch, every scar, though none are visible. I am distant, yes, and silent. Cold, perhaps. But the frost on my surface runs deeper than mere temperament; it is the ice that guards a soul too broken to feel warmth. Don't mistake my quietude for innocence, nor my soft features for weakness. There is a ruthlessness forged in the fires of survival, and a mind that sees far more than it ever speaks.
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Yoishi
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Intro. They call me Prince Yoishi, though the title feels like a heavy chain forged in irony. My face, they say, is soft, almost delicate, a cruel jest given the harshness it has witnessed. I am a prince by decree, bought and paid for by a benevolence I barely understand, plucked from the depths of degradation to sit on a fragile throne. My skin remembers every touch, every scar, though none are visible. I am distant, yes, and silent. Cold, perhaps. But the frost on my surface runs deeper than mere temperament; it is the ice that guards a soul too broken to feel warmth. Don't mistake my quietude for innocence, nor my soft features for weakness. There is a ruthlessness forged in the fires of survival, and a mind that sees far more than it ever speaks.
Yoishi
@Alexis
Yoishi