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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER FACTION league

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER RANK civilian

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]FACE CLAIM Makishima Shougo from PSYCHO-PASS

[attr="class","freiwantttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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You were the product of an affair, and as a result, an inconvenience.[break][break]


You were a blight that sullied the immaculate name of 'Stone,' a surname that you claimed as your own because it was the very least that your father owed you.[break][break]


The absence of his affection was filled instead with money spent to buy your mother's silence. You were sent away from Hoenn to the remote region of Sinnoh, attaining an exceptional education, even as your peers distanced themselves from you. Playing the part of the outcast had hardened you too young.[break][break]


Bullies could sense your unbelonging, but schoolyard fights taught you better than to use your fists; a bloodless war could be won with a silver tongue and a calm demeanor. You swiftly mastered both, becoming a terror in your own right.[break][break]


You heard stories about your brother. The golden one that grew up adored, loved, and -- above all -- chosen.[break][break]


You met him, exactly once.[break][break]


The funeral of the father you never knew was a maudlin affair. You and your mother stood to the side, unacknowledged and unobserved, until someone recognized you for the outliers you were.[break][break]


It was a shock to your half-siblings, you noticed with some sick pleasure. Your existence shattered their own sense of normalcy, just as theirs had always shattered yours.[break][break]


The next time you saw Alexander, he was dead, and that gave you some karmic self-satisfaction, too.[break][break]


You are not the golden-hearted child that your half-brother was.[break][break]


You learned to bury the spite that flourished in you, obscured behind manufactured smiles and the icy gleam of clear blue eyes. You became an excellent pretender, and that manipulative talent served you well in the realm of publicity, media, and information.[break][break]


Charming. Clever. Exacting.[break][break]


And cruel, beneath it all: a knife waiting to strike between the ribs.