Actaea Kejayas - Gaia (DVN)

Actaea "Gaia" Kejayas, 23 High school graduate

Gaia is a woman who was born in 2013 in a wealthy family. But Her parents never really took care of her and does not really care for her. During the years 2034-2035, Her aunt have passed away alongside her husband.. Leaving the child for Gaia to take care of it.. On June 8th, 2036.. She have gotten therapy because She was not feeling well, All of these happening.. constant days of not sleeping.. forcing herself to take care of the Child who had their parents passed away.. She never wanted to be a mother figure or was planning to be one.. It was all taking a heavy hit on her.. She was also never getting the care she needed.. Not even from her own parents. She currently uses pills too, But hides it because she doesnt want to be a bad mother figure despite her condition and not really wanted to take care of the child..

Appearance: Gaia is a Roblox Noob figure, who has a long brown hair, wears a black beanie.. Purple Hoodie and black sweatpants.

Nation: Republic of Nusia (Nusian)

Enemies: Dominion of Pinzhao (Dummies/Dominion), Autonomous Administrative Republic of Guesa (Guests/Guesans)

Age: 23

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(This is written in Actaea "Gaia" Kejayas's POV)

June 8th 2036

“And what drew you to this conclusion?”

After so many sessions, I could hardly hide my disdain. I slowly drew my gaze upwards to meet the woman on the chair across from me. Her expression was so elegant it almost made my blood boil. My hands fold together as my eyes draw back to the floor.

Leaning back into my chair, I reply harshly. “How am I supposed to know?”

“You’ve been feeling strong loathing and rather... irrational outbursts.”

I glance back at her, purse my lips and let out a deep sigh. Be open minded, I told myself. I sat up and stared at her.

“No answer?” she said, as she took a sip from the steaming mug in front of her. “What’s your family like, then?”

She’s pretentious, really. Her expression is just another mix of pride and ego. I can feel her condescending attitude breathing down my neck. Just a pace across this room would be the epicenter of pride.

I try to put myself at ease, taking another deep sigh. “They’re exhausting. They have a reputation to uphold, and they expect all of us to be the same,”

Swallowing my spite and burrowing my brows, I continue.

“And they want me to be like their perfect image. They’re rich, they have power. You’ve heard of the Kejayas family, haven’t you?”

The woman scribbles on her clipboard. Finishing a gulp of drink, she implores further. “Yes. Continue.”

“I have a kid.”

She freezes, taking a moment to process it. She lifts her head, her expression finally switching to a mix of concern and curiousness. Mostly curious. I couldn’t blame her for that. “You’re quite young to be a mother aren’t you?”

“I don’t want them. They're not mine. Their parents are dead.” I recalled the moment vividly as if it were yesterday. They had been dropped off by foster services just a week before my graduation. I stared her down, seeing her expressive eyes sharing the same story as mine.

Snapping back to the present, I carry on. “I don’t want to be a mother. I never wanted to be one.”

“Do you hate your child? Tell me about her. I assume you care for her on your own? Or with the help of your family?”

The question felt like a blunt stab into my heart. It made me dizzy momentarily, but I powered through it. I couldn’t let her notice my ego being hurt. Folding my hands neatly, I reply:

"They was my aunt’s child, but given to me after her and her husband passed away. I don’t know how I got them. My Mom says it’s from poorly written paperwork. She said I’m legally responsible for them.”

I put my hand on my forehead and grit my teeth. I don’t want to be here. Be open minded, Actaea.

“I-I’m not the most responsible person.” I stuttered. “At school I was never on time. I’d never do my assignments or make up excuses to skip class. I think I graduated out of pity to be honest. I'm not fit to be a mother. I never was.”

She reclined back into her chair, scribbling more notes.

“I see.”

She glanced at the clock. She probably wanted this session over and done with. Maybe she got sick of my sob story.

“It looks like our time’s up. Do you want me to schedule another appointment, same time as usual?”

I nod reluctantly, grimacing slightly. I spun around, paced for the exit and headed home.

As I trotted home, I took a gander at the skyline. Against the cloudy grey backdrop, it looked pretty. City lights shooting into the sky, transparent droplets tracing the skyscrapers. I liked these kinds of walks, not because of the scenery but because it took me an hour or two to get home. I wanted this walk to last longer.. But.. I have to do this because I dont want to be a bad mother figure for this child who lost their parents.. even If I am in a really bad condition..