Kuku's character pics/journals

[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

Okay, i'm about 95% sure there's a board for Journals, But some of meh Journal's have pictures that goes with them so i thought this would be a good idea, ne? i'll try to go by colors and such

Demento
Yoshiro
Sessue
Akira
Akumu

Those being their colors. I might make model's for Akira, Akumu,and Sessue after i finish redoing Yoshi and demento...and fixing Minoru's physics.

[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

Okay this would be Yoshi and minoru when they were younger. This would be one of the days that Yoshi would do a check up on minoru. Guess old habits die hard.

[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

Entry 1

I can’t control him any more. He’s getting out of control. His voice…It gets louder each day. With each worry I have on Minoru, he seems to get louder. It’s nerve racking. When will he just let me be? When will he just leave? I am not him, I am me. Yoshiro von Wolfgang. Born in Germany, raised there until I was a teen. It was then I moved to this country. I hated it at first. I couldn’t speak the blighted language, but I loved science and if I wanted to learn more, I needed to learn Japense. Granted, there are times when I speak in German, it’s… a bit unsettling when it concerns him. No matter what I speak or write about, my thoughts always seem to travel back to him. I am beginning to think that he feeds off of my worry and soon uses it against me.

No. Think is not the correct word. I know that he is using it against me. He uses my worry of my academy, the worry of my life, the worry of my students, the worry of my experiments failing. But the most important thing he uses against me is my dear Liebling: Minoru Kawaguchi. He says that my Liebling will flee form me and leave me forever more. Even now in my head does he laugh. I know in my heart that Minoru will not leave. We are one soul after all. We are Lament, one who morns, one who greives. If he does leave me…I fear that I may…No. I will let Demento take over. I can not even bear the thought of him leaving. I know my heart will break. My soul will be crushed, my body will break down completely. Even now, my pulse is racing. My pamls are sweating and my hands are shaking.