My name is 魔術 or Majutsu. Its Japanese for "witchcraft".
I am the king of disaster, loved by none, and feared by all.
I, of course, am male. How on Earth could you think I was female?
These gorgeous treasures? Why, these are precious memories of my mother. She was a sweet, gentle woman. When there were witnesses at least. If there were no others around, it was a whole other story. You see, when I was an egg, my father met a tragic end. My mother was devastated, but she continued to try her best so I would turn into the perfect baby bean. Well haha, by her standard of "perfect". Mother's way of "perfect" was teaching me to go around, helping her steal things like feathers, stones, gems, and mysterious liquids. Everyone was skeptical of us, turning away when we appeared. Since she loved me, my mother wanted what was best for me. So, she made me my own sanctuary in this forest we are in now. I was still very young, so I was confused as to what she was doing. Before she left, she told me "Maju, I am sorry that I am doing this. But it is for the best, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I want you to know I still very much love you, for you are my only son. Take these, as a reminder of who you are. Never be ashamed of or hate who you are." I just nodded and took the gifts she gave me. I wasn't surprised that they were bones, especially the skulls. I remember watching her leave me, and I never saw her again...
Mask
Wait, you thought my horns were real? Nononono. They are fake, sadly. The mask and my horns represents my spirit animal, the ram. They are bold and daring, and misunderstood. They seem like calm and simple creatures when they are actually natural born daredevils. As soon as a lamb is born, it must learn to leap from cliff to cliff. Either they take the risk of leaping and falling, or face the claws and teeth of a hungry predator. I feel this way, escaping one tragic accident to only be lead into another.
Bird skull
Well, my mother always loved birds. From humming birds, to cranes, and even vultures. She loved them all, and would always pause her task to watch one fly. Whenever she found one dead or injured, she would give them the proper care they needed. I, on the other hand, saw them as annoying toys. When I wanted to play with them, they would fly away. I didn't like this, and neither did my momma. She took me on a "bird watch" and together we spotted many different species. It was a calming experience, and I grew to enjoy birds almost as much as my mom.
Necklace
Hehe, what is it made out of? Well, let's just say it made out of a very special type of string you could get from deer. -smiles innocently-
Bird's foot
...Why not? Can't a JBD have a bird foot tied to his tail without being ridiculed?!
I know that their are things other than us in this world. Things that many don't believe, or at least, don't want to.
They seem to follow me, or more like I attract them. I used to play such fun games with them when I was little, but they now keep their distance. I see them out of the corners of my eye and laugh at their discrete behavior. Yes, I believe in the Supernatural. I know they are here and watch us silently from the shadows. I have SEEN them. Everyone else can see them too, but they don't fix the situation until it is too late.
The secrets of this planet we call "home" has revealed many new things to me. And though I haven't exactly lived a "normal" life, I am quite content living it. I may seem cruel and bitter, but that is how I was raised. I was taught that you must be strong to survive in this evil and dark place. I am like the Earth. We both have misleading outer beauty, and a shocking inner secret. Though, I am wretched on the outside, I am beautiful on the inside. I suffer in silence as I watch other beans laughing and conversing with each other. I seem fine and well, "happy" if that is what you call it. On the inside though, I am another person. I'm slowly dying from this sickening feeling of loneliness and the psychological pain in my head.