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5 yrs ago
Current Oh yeah. It's soup time again.
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6 yrs ago
Soup Time. A Year Later.
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7 yrs ago
Soup time.
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7 yrs ago
I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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7 yrs ago
Sometimes... it is

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They both look pretty good. I have been called in to work early today, so I might not be able to finish Tsubasa's CS until tonight.
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Tsubasa Ueda


"There's a bond among a kitchen staff, I think. You spend more time with your chef in the kitchen than you do with your own family."
-Gordon Ramsay

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T H E B A S I C S

|Name|
Tsubasa Ueda, she has no middle name.


|Birth Date|
5/1


|Age|
21


|Gender|
female


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A P P E A R A N C E


|In Depth Appearance|
Standing at Five feet and Five inches, Tsubasa is a woman with blue eyes, blue hair, and fair skin. She is legally blind without her glasses, and requires them at all times in order to see. She is almost always found in her chefs uniform, and has a secondary, fancy pair of glasses that she uses during important parties and events.


|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She had many small scars all across her hands and arms, most from cuts and burns, but her largest scar is on her back, going from the base of her neck down to the small of her back.


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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
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|Likes & Dislikes|
Cooking
Whistling
Marital arts
boats
Spinach
Flowers
more cooking
Not cooking
Having other people cook for her
having other people cook her food incorrectly.
telling people how her food is to be made then them nOT FOLLOWING HER DIRECTIONS
WHY DO PEOPLE NOT LISTEN TO HER IN THE KITCHEN WHEN IT'S THE ONLY TIME SHE ASKS ANYTHING OF PEOPLE?
How timid she is when she isn't cooking
planes.


|Habits|
though she seems calm enough in most cases, Tsubasa is almost always quiet, and waits to people to give her orders to do something.
She sings old folk songs when she cooks.
The only time she is completely dependent is when she is cooking or the conversation topic is about cooking.


|Fears|
She has a mortal fear of planes and falling out of the sky.
being put on the spot in something unrelated to cooking
given no direction whatsoever and having to live completely on her own.


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D E L V I N G D E E P E R


|Personality|
♦ strict ♦ reliant ♦ timid ♦ anxious ♦


In any subject other than cooking, Tsubasa is quiet and shy. She waits until spoken to before she speaks back. She is heavily dependent on the leadership of others, and is unable to function correctly without a given direction. However, she is a master in the kitchen, and is strict in how her kitchen operates. X is cooked this way and always prepared with Y, but not until Z is applied to it. She knows her flavors and how things mix with other things.


|Place of Origin|
Japan


|History|
Tsubasa was raised by a small family in a rural area of Japan, learning how to cook at a young age. Cooking was just about all she learned, and lacked skill in everything else, including socialization. When she was sixteen, her mother and older brother moved into a more populated area to start a restaurant. It worked for a while, but when money became tight, her mother and brother went back home while she left to travel and continue cooking. Her travels for the next three years took her many places, but she eventually stopped in Ireland, where Artemis found her and offered her a job.


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"The dining room, if you'd please. Madme Margaret Fellows is expected to be arriving for dinner and a chat with her granddaughter." He began to walk with her, keeping in step with the maid. When a thought entered the butler's mind, he quickly stepped forward, cutting Avelina from moving further. "Be wary of Miss Fellows. She wants nothing more than the money that Lady Marilyn has, and would seem to do whatever it takes to get it." With that, he nodded to her and stepped away, walking back down the corridor to return to Marilyn.

He only knew so little about Margaret since his arrival, but based on what he knew from Marilyn, she was not a woman to be trusted. Whatever riches and fortunes were left to Marilyn after her parent's death made Margaret envious, surely. She wanted that money for herself, and she didn't seem to care about what would happen to Marilyn. Who knows what she really thought of Marilyn's parents, and if she tried to leech off of them as well, but the past was now behind them. He had to deal with the now. For the most part, the house was ready for arrival, for the most part anyways. The dining room would be tidied up, and the remains of the vase would be taken care of.

"Lady Marilyn?" He looked to her. Curse his forgetfulness. "Who might be beyond this door?"
this is already proving to be fun. can't wait to see where it goes.
With the sound of a crash, Artemis' head snapped towards the sound. Hus green brows knitted together, and his eyes narrowed at the figure before the shattered vase. He could hear her mumbling, but said nothing about it as he locked eyes with Marilyn. The maid. That was who he was forgetting. Had he not cared about his visage as a human, he would have appeared before the maid in a blur, his serpentine eyes looking down on her. He'd be sure to get carried away if he wasn't more worried about being only human in public and around others.

However, though he could not appear in a split second, his steps were quick to get to the girl. He looked down at her with a glare of lessened intensity, and nodded. "I'm sure that you did not mean to break the vase." He was good at creating that specific tone of holding back unbridled wrath. His narrowed eyes and almost closed mouth added to the effect of it all, he believed.

While Marilyn was off in a nearby corridor, at one of the doors, he looked down at the maid and offered her a hand. "Please see that it will not happen again." He walked away from her, out of her line of sight into a room, and reentered her sight with a broom and a pan. "I am unsure if it can ever be remade, but throwing it out would seem to be a waste." He mused to himself. His hands stretched outwards, offering her the broom and pan that he retrieved. "I will take care of the fate of the vase later, but please take care of the mess."
Lol, I can't wait
lol, you can take control of her if you'd like.
He did not know exactly how long it took for her to get ready and finish her food, but to him it didn't matter. He was there when he exited the room, leaning against the wall, and his cerise eyes locked onto her. Even with his impeccable vision, Artemis did not catch her roll of the eyes. However, he could tell that she did find some aspect of him leaning ever so slightly against the wall at the very least somewhat humorous. Just as she passed him, the butler pushed himself off the wall and followed her down the corridor.

"First, before your lessons for the day, you will be meeting the new staff. Your meal today was cooked by none other than Itamae, chef, Tsubasa Ueda. She's quite talented, strict in the kitchen as well, but in any other scenario she seeks affirmation for just about everything." He could clearly remember speaking to her before she prepared Marilyn's breakfast. He nodded to himself before continuing. "Your gardener as well... and... I believe... there is one more. Ah, I can't remember." he sighed to himself. He knew that there was one more, but for his undying life, he couldn't remember.

He sighed as he stepped down the steps, making sure to stay behind Marilyn at all times.
The lessons I don't think we really need, so we can skip that, but I would like to see the interactions between Art and Grandma. As for staff, I can do that.
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