Personnel Dossier // Tamamochi Street Resident AssociationREF: PER-AURELIA
PORTRAIT · PER-AURELIAFactionTamamochi Street Resident Association
StatusACTIVE
RarityA
Esper TypeEsperPsyche
Esper AbilityNostalgia for Youth
BirthdayMarch 9
// Tamamochi Street Resident Association · ACTIVE
AURELIA
Aurelia
Signature abilityNostalgia for Youth
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Aurelia's life has been anything but boring: she sang in a choir, started a band, worked as an Anomaly Hunter, and now she's a diligent salarywoman. With a resume that impressive, some might consider her life a bit too "maxed out" for someone her age-at least, that's what the regulars on Tamamochi Street often gossip to each other.
Of course, her colorful background never prevented her from diving headfirst into whatever job she takes on. These days, as the street manager of Tamamochi Street, Aurelia can easily name every resident and recall their likes and dislikes—no matter how old or young. She's always the first to offer a helping hand to solve whatever daily problems the residents run into. Her dedication to her job often makes people wonder: just how much does the City Hall pay her?
After work, Aurelia will sometimes be spotted wandering the streets alone. If you were to walk up and talk to her, nine times out of ten you'll find she's completely lost (and she'll be very grateful to any good samaritan that'd point her in the right direction)...
Sometimes, though, Aurelia will pretend to know where she's going, though no one truly believes her. In the end, everyone on Tamamochi Street is Aurelia's friend. However, it seems that there isn't anyone who genuinely understands her.
As for the places she wishes to go but, for some reason or another, can't, and the words she wants to say but swallows them down every time... maybe only someone who stays by her side for a long, long time will ever be allowed to know. Then again, everyone keeps a few secrets locked away in their heart, right? Today, Aurelia is once again smiling, her head held high as she rides her beloved jellyfish down the street, cheerfully greeting everyone she meets. This is the life she chose, no matter what.
// Recovered fragments · 5 on file
Story Files
Aurelia was born into a stable, happy family. Her parents loved each other very much, and the household was often peaceful. She was the little sweetheart her parents had prayed and prayed for. Their gentle, lovely little plum blossom. The only flaw in this picture-perfect family was... her parents' work schedule. As she grew older, both of her parents advanced their careers. The time they could spend with Aurelia grew less and less.
Aurelia understood that her parents were working incredibly hard to give her a better life, so she knew not to throw tantrums or act overly spoiled.
But, now and again, when she saw kids her age walking down the street hand in hand with their parents, Aurelia couldn't help but stare. She knew the thing weighing her down was a "First World Problem"-she never had to worry about her next meal or a new pair of shoes. She got any toy she wanted right away, and even if she was picky about her food or stayed up too late, she never got punished. Wasn't that enough? Compared to her classmates whose parents were strict or distant, she already had so much. She shouldn't be greedy for more.
So, she'd only stare for a moment before looking away quickly and obediently heading toward her empty home. At an age when she didn't fully understand the meaning of "lonely," Aurelia had already seemed to experience "loneliness."
She got used to not expecting her parents to be around. However, on her birthday, she couldn't help but hope it might be different. Colorful presents, a huge teddy bear, and a triple-tier birthday cake kept her company while she waited. She continued waiting as the sun went down, the sky turning from blue to pink to violet. Soon enough, the moon climbed high into the sky, and the hands of the clock continued to tick inch by inch.
Eventually, Aurelia gave up. She lit the candle that was nearly sinking into the buttercream, sang "Happy Birthday" to herself, and then gently blew it out.
For an instant, the room flared with a brilliant, bright glow before slipping back into darkness.
It seems that, even if you make a wish, nothing guarantees it coming true.
"Just once would be enough," She thought. I wish Mom and Dad could come home.
End of fileREF: PER-AURELIA