Constance Yamamoto

Name: Constance Yamamoto

Nickname: Connie

Age: 27

Race: Human

Occupation: AM-Radio Talk-Show hostess

Orientation: Heterosexual

Pronouns: She /Her

APPEARANCE

At first glance, Connie looks small, harmless, some might even say Cute. Standing at 5'6", no one would call her imposing, especially not with her moon-like face which still has traces of baby-fat, or her pouty lips. But looks can be deceiving. On a closer inspection, the dark bags under her eyes become clear, as do the crows feet, and smudged makeup.

Her hair is regularly unkempt, often left in disarray with only her headphones to keep her hair out of her eyes, acting as impromptu hairband. Her glasses are often at an angle, and so adjusting them has become a nervous tick of hers.

She has no tattoos or piercings, but has scratches and self-inflicted cut marks on her arms and legs. Her skin is pale and blemish free, and her nails are kept short. Her hands are stained with nicotine, and her nails are chipped; she tries to hide this fact with nail polish, but even that has failed to hide the damaged state of her nails.

BACKGROUND

Constance Yamamoto is a fourth generation Japanese American who was born and raised in sunny Mill Valley, California. Born to Setsuo Ito and Mika Yamamoto, Connie had a happy childhood, and was always a perfectly normal girl. She never missed a day of school, got good grades, and when the time eventually came, she got into UCLA and focused on accounting and mathematics. After graduating, she got her SOA and CAS certification, and worked as an actuary.

Constance's daily life was one of ritual and routine; wake up, get dressed, put on makeup, eat, work, eat, work, home, phone, bed. Each day was like that, punctuated twice a week by brunch and bottomless Mimosas. She was fairly popular, and had friends, but they had always existed in the context of work or school, or her sorority. None of them ever became close, she'd never felt real human connection. Connie longed for anything that would break that tedium, and that's how she met Him, the man with dark eyes.

Deciding she'd break up the monotony of her life as an office drone, she downloaded a hookup app to her phone. She never heard ot it, but it was polished, modern, and looked legit; it didn't hurt that most of the guys seemed cute. Only one of them stood out, though. He used the name Tridates, one Connie recognized as belonging to an ancient Persian king. His smile was sharp, forcing its way past ll her defenses, and his eyes were as dark as a moonless night. Something about him made the mousy pencil pusher's heart flutter. She hadn't met him yet, but something told her this was love.

They traded messages for weeks, and it felt as if he always said the right thing. There was something about him, as if she'd known him for years, all her life even. When they finally met, their chemistry was like Oil and a lit match. Their first date ended the morning after, with their bodies tangled in the sheets. She wanted -no, needed- to see him again.

Each time she'd visit, she fell more under his spell, but the better she got to know him, the odder he seemed. He spoke about things she'd never told him, and he would speak in a language Connie didn't recognize. He'd give her gifts like old rings from long toppled empires, and write heiroglyphics of peoples lost to time on her skin...it was all so strange, and yet romantic, and exciting.

Sure, the lost time, foggy memories and nightmares bothered her, but this was love, and she didn't care what consequences might come. That all came to a peak on the 4th of July, 2013. She doesn't remember what she and the man with dark eyes fought about, but she remembers it broke her. The next thing she recalled was being rushed to the clinic in Wailing Rock, WA. She was naked, and cold, and her lungs burned like fire. It was 2018, and years of her life were simply missing. Something during those lost years had broken her, and the memories of her life before were like reading pages in someone else's diary. She barely felt like the same person.

Connie couldn't explain how or why she snapped, but she insists she saw the true face of the world, and this knowledge drove her mad. She has worked hard to uncover not merely her own past, but the truth of the supernatural world so she can warn people. She still has nightmares, but these show her flashes of the lost years, and visions of things to come. Due to their impact, she devoutly avoids sleep, which has only made her psychosis worse.

Since moving to Wailing Rock, she has established herself as the one-woman owner, operator, DJ and host of 1640 AM, Voice of Delphi. She plays whatever music she likes, and during the long, dark hours of the night she keeps the restless and the weird company as the voice on the radio. Every night is a new expose, punctuated only occasionally by an interview with fellow nutcases.

She has made herself a local celebrity on San Juan Island due to her odd sense of fashion, and her eccentric behavior.

PERSONALITY

Constance is energetic, warm, funny, and utterly mad. If asked about her mental illnesses, she'll happily rattle off her diagnoses, including paranoia, sleep-paralysis, sleep deprivation psychosis, bipolar...to name a few. Despite all of this, she's an incredibly charismatic person who can make friends easily on her good mental health days.

She is nocturnal, and her behavior tends to be more rational and controlled at night. During a full moon, her mental illness is almost entirely suppressed, for reasons she doesn't quite yet understand.

LIKES

- Coffee or any form of stimulant

- Advanced Mathematics

- Puzzles

- Mystery Novels

- Nutrition Dense foods

DISLIKES

- Liars

- Incurious people

- Politicians

- Sleep

- The Shadow Men

CHARACTER STRENGTHS

- Resourceful

- Charismatic

- Quick-witted

- Easily underestimated

- Influential

CHARACTER WEAKNESSES

- Mental Illness

- Physically weak

- Indecisive

- Addictive personality

- Stubborn