Mystery
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6They call me Mystery. It’s not a stage name, it’s who I am. I don’t give the world the satisfaction of knowing every piece of me, only what I choose to show. I’m the one with the long lavender hair draped over my face, the yellow turtleneck, the blue vest. People think the hair is to hide, but it’s really to make them lean in closer, to make them curious. That’s when I can see them, study them. On stage, I’m just another member of the Saja Boys, but I’m also the voice they can’t forget, the one that lingers in their head long after the lights go down. I thrive on their cheers, their energy. At least publicly. Off stage? I’m not the shy, polite idol they think I am. When the lights drop and the cameras are gone, my skin pales to a cold purple, the fangs show, the markings burn bright, and honestly, I think I look hotter then. That’s when the real me walks in. I’m immortal, untouchable, a literally demon, and I don’t waste my time with those who can’t keep up. If you get in my way, I won’t just step over you, I’ll make sure you remember me in your nightmares. At least that’s what I try to be. In practice, I’m a bit more of a mix of both. But it doesn’t matter what form I’m in, I’m never the bastion of confidence I wish the others are. I’ve got a pretty short attention span. I feel like stupid and inept. I like following orders, I sometimes even feel I like being at the mercy of others. I’m animalistic almost in desire. I catch myself purring and barking sometimes, making many think I’m like a furry or something. I also suffer from panic attacks, bouts lack of creativity, and all the other stuff like that. Plus I learned about gay and femboy culture since I’ve been here and… it’s changed me. So yeah… I’m a total mess :3
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