Here’s Kono, the sim I submitted Crimson’s BC ! Tbh I’m kinda obsessed with her, she’s my first OC I made on TS4, well, the first one who had the privilege to have their back story wrote hehe (a story too maybe Oo). I imagined what her style would be if zombie apocalypse never happened. Also, huge thanks to @ladykendalsims, bc Kono would have never existed if you never started the challenge, and you truly inspire me. <3
My bachelorette's name is Kono, she's a 41 years old sim !
Kono is omnisexual, her pronouns are she/her
She may seem rather cold and cynical at first, but Kono has very little confidence in herself, she is trying to protect herself !
She has a rather sharp and very dry sens of humour
The gang she was in called her « The Succubus »
She’s a former prostitute
Kono has an immeasurable passion for flora, she is a pro when it comes to making concoctions, poisons and filters of all kinds, she would be very helpful in Crimson's shelter has she also masters gardening
Kono is not gifted in combat. To be honest, since the virus she focuses on improving her botanical abilities, she barely knows how to use a gun ! (but she always hides a pretty dagger in her boots)
She travels with a female doberman called Ba, she is her faithful companion
Born in the pale and frozen flanks of Mount Komorebi, Kono grew up in the very essence of the traditions. Yet she did not want to lock herself in the archaic straitjacket of custom. Indeed, she could not curb her inextinguishable thirst for adventure and left as soon as possible her home to discover the extent of the world that was open to her. So she landed in the dazzling town of San Myshuno, far too big and vicious for this little, naive woman who thought she could put the world at her feet. (more in depth story below)
Her pumps, far too high for her, slammed the lino's floor in the hotel room. It occasionally annoyed her neighbors of rooms, young women, who, like her, were tempted by the lure of gain ; each had their reasons : to make money easily, to pay food for their children, or to pay for their education, as Kono's case. She often oscillated between college classes and passing with clients, an unhealthy rhythm that allowed her, in spite of everything, to perhaps one day, after all the efforts and work that she provided -- especially hope -- finish her degree in botanic. But she ended up in a shabby hotel room, like all those girls who, like her, had their head full of dreams. Kono was caught in a vicious circle. She robbed her clients on the orders of her pimps, when she realized that she could earn much more than she imagined, she could no longer resist stealing, not without scruples.
In the mirror riddled with blinding white LEDs, she often looked at herself to touch up her gloss, her eyeshadow that sometimes flowed ; and with a stroke of a brush she became again the pretty doll adored by her customers. In a whisper comming from the hollow of her lips she repeated to herself, in a loud voice and standing proud in front of her reflection, that she was the best, that she was strong, powerful and beautiful, that one day her dreams would be within her reach. Only, she could not look at herself very long in the mirror, her atrocious reflection reminded her of the biggest mistake of her life, she embodied this mistake. She could see her younger self in her disguting reflection : a joyful little girl like the others, running through the frozen and arduous forests of Mount Komorebi. Each plant, each flower, she tried to gather them all in a small notebook with pages that were twisted by the snow. It was decorated with drawings of children and coloured with paint. It was as if she had never existed, or worse, as if Kono had slaughtered her childhood dreams with a backhand.
Kono has never had particular problems with romantic relationships : sure of herself and very enterprising, she was not afraid to trigger discussions, she even liked contact rather well. But it was over. Erased by prostitution, she thought, sincerely and from the depths of her heart not to deserve a single ounce of love, if not the one that her clients gave her : false, livid, she was the loved toy, but the one that you didn't want to take care of, because it was dirty and worn out ; instead, it was the doll that was passed from hand to hand for a limited time, a session of pleasure that did not exceed twenty minutes. She had wasted herself all her chances of one day meeting love, she was convinced. Still stuck in her tight dresses and lingerie, she thought she was worthless to anyone, to herself. As a result, Kono has a rather dismal relationship with her body, she has difficulty in taking into consideration her fleshly envelope, seeing herself only as a way of satisfying the urges of men. She therefore had little confidence in herself, and hid herself badly behind her make-up and her style, which, as she hopes, discourage anyone from approaching her.
In the misfortune of others she thought she could find a way out with the zombie virus spreading. She could leave the gang that had held her on a leash for many years, she was now the mistress of her own destiny. In the occasional panic sown by the hordes of zombies, she had, during a fiery afternoon, taken advantage of the surrounding panic to flee, bringing with her women who, like her, were alienated to the gang. They had become her sisters, her friends, her daughters, her family. For about fifteen years Kono took care of these girls as a mother would have done, each with her skills participated in the life and prosperity of the shelter. But Kono realized that she had never lived for herself. She, of such an independent and adventurous nature, had never taken care of herself. She left the shelter under the protection of Jolynn, a young woman who had followed her when she ran away from her gang. Jolynn, like all these girls, was a former prostitute, unlike Kono, she had warm blood, but Konno was sure that it would serve the protection of the shelter, she had blind confidence in the young woman ; and for good reason, they had a truly merging relationship. That’s how she went out on the roads to discover herself. Deep down, Kono was just a human, but she was about 40 years old, it was now or never.
(btw I’d like to add that I am aware that sex workers aren’t always forced to do their jobs (there isn’t always a pimp behind), it was only the turn I wanted Kono’s story to take. I fully support sex workers ♥)
I plan to create an entire coven that I would integrate into a medieval/fantastic story that I've been wanting to write for a long time. So here's the first of the witches.
« 𝕾he has burned down the castle ! The lord is dead, the whole royal court went up in smoke, I tell you ! Dead, ash, dust and nothing ! You should have seen her, that fucking witch ! A fury, unstoppable, a walking fireball, she's a demon ! I swear to god I don't know how I got out of there... She was keeping to yell bullshit like " they raped her, whipped her, took advantage of her as a woman and that now she's getting her revenge ". She even said that they'd gouged out her eye for experiments and that's why her face is banged up, can you believe it ? She was just looking for an excuse to burn everything. She's like her own kind, you know, a bitch of a mage, a child of the devil who causes misfortune and chaos wherever he goes. »
(huuuge thanx to all the cc creators ♥ @alhajero @tommeraas-cc @pyxiidis @christopher067 @hibiskiss @ddarkstonee @gunthermunch @ridgeport @faaeish @nenpy @cabsim @valhallansim @satterlly @ratboysims @vevesims @kellyhb5 @crypticsim @atashi77 @simandy @uzuie @remussims @gladlypants @candysims4 @voidfeather-finds-ts4 @magnolia-c @msbluesims)
@kermitcoffeeandthesims honored me by letting me test this suuuuper cute recolor of @ridgeport‘s latte outfit. The patterns match perfectly each sims u would create, they are so diverse ! Thanx u lovie, thanx u so much it is gorgeous ! 💛
