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[bacchanalia bat]

xxxxxAmelia Jayln

➽ Human tab tab ➽ Nineteen tab tab ➽ Sailor Kippy
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Who would want to cross paths with her?
Her family died in their beds and she left them. Nobody can get a word out of her, she’s always disappearing.
Rumors are that she dabbles in black magic, but they could just be rumors.
She seems so emotionless, maybe even heartless! She never smiles or sheds a tear.
Oh but she’s always getting trapped by some fairy tale or another, something must be loose in her head.
Amelia never could tell the difference between fantasy and reality.
She barely bats an eye when she hears people talking about her; she doesn't seem to care either.
Her Uncle was a dealer on the black market, how shameful! Maybe she’s carrying out the family business?
She is always hopping from one place to another after all and hanging out in some shady places.
What on Earth goes through that girl’s head?

[bacchanalia bat]

❝ If you're some kind of villain, you need an evil scheme. ❞
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Amelia ✦ Jayln
☛ Human ☚
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Nickname(s)
Jay, scum, "you," Jayln.

Age
Nineteen

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Bisexual

Race
Human

Hair Color
Snow white.

Eye Color
Smoky Gray

Height
Five feet, five inches.

Weight
115 ibs.

Appearance
Amelia shares the same elegant features as any other member of the Jayln family. Lengthy and beautiful stark white hair braided down her back with the few pesky strands that always escape. Delicately set eyes the color of gray smoke, and a sharply oval-shaped face. In her line of work it's best to remain unnoticed. Her normal attire consists of a pair of black knee-high boots and equally as black pants. The only splash of color in her outfit is the Gothic black-red corset she wears under a black button-down blouse. She is never without her current goods, usually stored in drawbags attached to the belt she wears around her waist, not as obviously easy to see as one would think.

Her figure is slim but athletic, petite enough to stand against a wall and nearly be invisible but not so tiny that she can't defend herself.







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Personality
Shoot first, ask questions later. Growing up in the family business has made Amelia careful, and violent when she needs to be. Her astute composure makes it difficult to upper-hand her with words. But when a good story is involved, she can't help but lend an ear and be sucked in. She can't deny the fact that she tends to be a tad aloof and confident in the worst times, luckily she hasn't made it a habit yet. Not a single thing could break her stoic character and she has no admiration or affection for her remaining kin or anyone she crosses paths with.

Biography
The Jayln's were not known for their mercy and kindness. They were a family of death, thievery, sadism, and hostility. From tax collectors to murderers, each and every member of the white-haired Jayln family was doomed to rot in hell. But their grace and cleverness was unmatched. They were not a wealthy or well respected family, but among the poor, the desperate, the hungry and the sick, they were feared and didn't speak of it as they emptied their pockets at gunpoint. They were shallow, emotionless, and cruel. Their roots had been planted generations ago near the beginning ages of the City Cardova. Petty crimes was all they were at first, but at the first murder, the first time Amelia's ancestors felt blood on their fingers and heard the screams as they handed a servant girl over to the market, they knew. They knew that they were a damned family cursed to only break down and destroy. Barbaric, really.

That being said, they were especially protective of the newborns. Every newborn babe was considered a solider in training. Amelia was no exception, her parents were never parents to her or her siblings. She was taught early on the dangers of trusting when her parents gave her a knife at two and frowned when she cut herself. They made it clear that she was the runt of the litter, the last to master her shot, the last to get over being squeamish at blood. The first time her parents took her on a "hunting" trip, she had to excuse herself after she lost her lunch at the sight of the dead body. Her branch of the family was the ones that dealt in the dirty deaths, assassinations, human hunting, the organ market, etc. In total she had four siblings not counting herself, two younger brothers and sister and one older sister. She had it drilled into her mind that she was the disappointment, that she needed to feel the same, to want to hurt, maim, and kill. She couldn't be her own person, it wasn't an option, and there wasn't a third door. The Jayln's scoffed at the idea that women were lesser, they trained the girls just as hard as they trained the boys, and some of the women could actually best the men in a fight.

She couldn't prove herself, not until the night where the skills she was taught were put to the test. On a dimly lit night, the street lantern suddenly made a pop and went out, like somebody has doused the gas set aflame. She didn't think much of it; not yet, it wasn't unusual for things like that to happen and there was a slight drizzle of rain. Only when it happened a second time, then a third, did she begin to suspect something was off. She had to have only been twelve or thirteen, but she suddenly felt like an adult, placing her hand on the sword her parents had given her for training. The first footstep was her own, towards the shadowy figure that she could see staring at her. "Who are you?" It gave no answer, but she heard the sound of metal against sheath as the figure drew a weapon. She remembered tensing, and drawing her own weapon when the figure charged at her. The duel that followed was one she learned to be increasingly proud of. It became obvious from her light footsteps and parry's that the figure was female, but she didn't get a chance to look at her face until it was too late.

Her hands were covered with a red, sticky and warm substance. It squished between her fingers as she sheathed her sword. "That was foolish, sister." She stared down at the bleeding body that had once been her kin, an indifferent countenance gracing her face. Her older sisters dying words echoed in her mind, you can't trust anyone, little sister, not even family. It had been a test from her family, they wanted her to kill. And if she had proved to not be strong enough to represent the Jayln name, then her body would be lying on the ground. That night was when she slowly started to realize that she was a Jayln, she didn't feel anything when she killed her sister. There was nothing but a cold, black stone where her heart should be. She had been trained since birth that feelings were irrational and tedious; they got in the way.

It made it easy to walk away when she came home to see her house erupting in flames. It made it easy to cross town in the dead of night to her Uncle and Aunts, explaining the situation with a straight face. Of course her Uncle understood, he was a Jayln himself, but her Aunt started shouting things about how she was a lying murderer. The women obviously wasn't accustom to the family ways. Nobody even tried to find the culprit behind the fire, as far as they concerned the Jayln's had been reduced to a small threat not even worth taking on. Unbeknownst to her; the fire had been caused by the sin of Wrath.

They didn't know she had survived until her Uncle began to take her along with him on his rounds in the black market. He taught her the ropes, sixteen at the time she had no problem with the meticulously dangerous business and actually thrived in it. There was nothing saying she didn't have troubles, no, she had a plenty of number out to get her for her name or a botched deal. Her influence in the market wasn't anything special, but enough to make her name known. The fact that she is a women never bothered her, she was confident enough to think that she could defend herself.

She isn't completely naive of the presence of the sins, when she began to hear of more and more tragedies and then this Wrath person, she began to suspect. But she doesn't fear them, someone would be more likely to find her speaking highly of them. At a few odd times she's even personally delivered a human victim or a limb to Wrath when she gets her hands on an extra. If her family hadn't died then, they would have been ruined anyways by the imbalance of fear making people a tad crazy. At nineteen, she holds a higher reputation in some parts of the market and continues her deals without the assistance of her Uncle, who has since become a useless drunk. While the name Jayln strikes laughter rather then fear since her family's death, she takes advantage of that fact to get the element of surprise on enemy's who think her weak without numbers.




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Weapons
Colichemarde: A lighter descendant of the rapier, a small sword that she has with her at almost all times. It's good for a quick escape when she needs it and has its own sheath on her belt.

Dual flintlock pistols: Her favorite weapon when it comes to fighting a group. It isn't all that uncommon that she be tailed by a few persons of interests so these weapons at her belt come in handy.

Abilities
- Handling weaponry.
- Combat.
- Getting the best out of a deal.
- Dealing in general.
- Sniffing out a liar
- Laying low

Quirks/Secrets
- A piece of persistent silvery-gray hair separates her from her family's perfectly snow white features.
- Stray dogs flock to her and she has taken in a few of them.
- She sometimes uses her beautiful looks to barter a higher price from her deals.
- More often then not she covers her face with soot to remain unnoticed.




Playlist
Believe
World So Cold
Quiet Like The Snow
I don't care
Get out alive

True Master
Sailor Kippy

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[bacchanalia bat]

❝I'd serenade you, but my hands are full.❞.




THE GENERAL
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Name || Prometheus Clark Aegon

Age || Appears twenty, but he stopped keeping track after five-hundred

Gender || Male

Orientation || Bisexual

Ethnicity || Japanese on his Father's side, British on his Mothers side.

SCRATCHING THE SURFACE
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Fears || Ha, he laughs in the face of fear! Well, not really. The only thing that scares prince Prom is his past; he hates it, absolutely despises it. Every year he goes to spit on his parents shared grave. If someone were to find out about what exactly had gone down in his brief human life, he can't let it happen. That is his one true fear. Things like spiders and lightning don't scare him, after all, he is at the top of the food chain. Though it would be pointless in his current state, the thought of settling down with just one girl forever makes him nervous.

Quirks / ticks || He tends to play with his own or other people's hair without their consent. He also has a habit of calling everyone "love." Cigarettes were a blessing when they were first invented and he can't keep his hands off of them. He speaks sarcasm like a second language around people who annoy him or he just doesn't want to be around.

Hobbies || Cadaver experimentation, especially lobotomy, is the fate of all his deceased prey. The medical science field has always intrigued him since its progression and he spends a majority of his time with his nose buried in a medical book. He enjoys the late night clubs and parties, favoring staying out late rather then getting home before the sun. In a twisted sort of way, he loves to pop in at the ER and watch some horribly disembodied man or women be worked on, though he tends to twitch when that annoying monitor comes on signalling their death. Suits and lab coats, suits and lab coats! Prom is rarely seen without either of them and most of his funds go into the latest styles of them.

Goals / hopes and dreams || One day he hopes to become a doctor, but he cannot stay in the hospital for long given the stench of death and blood.

Relationships || Mother | Deceased | Hatred: There isn't much to say about her, she was a quiet and simple housewife until it came time for the sacrifice. Then she turned on him just like her Father.

Father | Deceased | Super-hatred: He can't speak about his father without his temper getting the better of him. Horrid man.

Brother | Deceased | Love: Even...even though there was no way he could have saved him from being the sacrifice, even though he tried so hard, he would die all over again if it meant that his brother could have lived a long life.

Ellis | Alive in a dead way | Irritation: When Prom first met him, he seemed okay. It's his personal that irritates him, how he's always having to repeat himself and that there can never be an end to an argument between them.

Charles | Alive in a dead way | Superior/mentor-ish: Prom sired him, his blood was sweet. He lives at the mansion now and they have that "blood connection," so Prom tends to keep an eye on him.

Yuuga | Alive in a dead way | Friendly: He's like the father figure that Prom never had, he keeps him from doing things that would be stupid and makes sure that he keeps his head.

Astarotte | Alive | Intrigued: He can't say that he hasn't tailed her once or twice when going into town. She's...interesting, her personality seems so different from the other human's he's met.

Coty | Alive | Rival: This guy came along and chided him for smoking in the forest and started throwing punches after Prom blew smoke in his face. There wasn't a clear winner, but after the fight Prom just lit another cigarette while his own blood ran down his mouth. After they parted ways, Prom made a point to cross paths with him every once in a while, just to settle the score.

Emilia | Alive in a dead way | Unrequited love: He fancies her, to put it simply. She caught his interest when they first met at the mansion and he's kept a prospective eye on her since. The way she's so...cold, both personality wise and literal wise, a trait that would normally scare people away, keeps him interested.

Eudora | Alive in a dead way | Sibling: He treats her like a young sister, almost like a replacement for Tommy. It may be the fact that she appears to be the same age as his deceased brother.

Unknown Vampire | ? | Eh: The vampire that sired Prometheus, he never saw him at the mansion after he decided to turn him. He never got a name or anything, the guy just vanished.

Lift your chin up || He's read and memorized all of the medical terms known to present day and how to apply them.

The black vault|| He has a penchant for humans with an unnatural air about them. When nobody is at the mansion, he watches the show Scrubs.

Theme song || Fall out boy - I don't care

I AM ME
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Personality || - Sarcasm is a second language

- He couldn't possibly get more arrogant. Though its not a considerably bad thing considering he's charming enough to counter it.

- Chivalrousness never died, Prom would be the one opening doors and helping little old Grandma's across the street.

- His temper can be...volcanic. There aren't many things that set him off (messy rooms and lack of sleep being a few) but when he does get angry, he won't cool off until he gets the last word, or punch, in some dramatic cases.

- He is very perceptive to others emotions and uses it to his advantage. Say, if a girl was feeling sad, there would be Prince Prom right by her side.

- Flirting is his art. He's a shamelessly charming flirt, underlying some blush-worthy comment into a casual conversation or just glancing his hands over the back of a neck or down an arm.

- Open up the dictionary and look up the word Casanova, Prom should be there.

- He has a one-track mind, when something needs to get done, he won't let himself get distracted and he will get it done.

- A rational thinker; he rarely rushes into things without thinking, besides the exceptions where his temper comes in. He is a strategist with everything from making toast to planning a hunt.

- He can be possessive and over-protective of his friends and lovers.

- He will either outright ignore or lash out at people he doesn't like.

- To complete strangers and friends alike he is polite.

- He possesses the ability to charm people into doing what he wants.

- He treats the sacrifices the same way as he treats someone he fancies; flirtatiously charming, but he's surprisingly gentle when it comes to feeding, most likely because he knows how the body works and doesn't want to damage it too badly.

- Personal space doesn't exist to him, he's a touchy-feely person.

Biography || Prometheus Clark Aegon...my name is Prometheus Clark Aegon.

The Aegon family reigns from the United Kingdom and Japan. Prom's parents took an innocent family trip in the early sixteen-hundreds, but found themselves unable to leave the village. Left with no other option but to stay, they made their home in the slums as they had none of the money they had previously been blessed with.

Prometheus was the first of two children. He remembers that, at least. His memories aren't all gone, but they are fuzzy. When he was turned he pushed his past to the back of his mind, it was his very last priority.

Clark Aegon, whom Prom was named after, was a cruel man in the dark about how much of a hypocrite he was. He would tell his sons not to make the same mistakes he did but then get sucked back into them the very next night. When he was born, his brother Tommy was his everything, Prom loved his brother more then anything the human world could have given him. They were five and a half years apart but they couldn't have been closer. His brother was rarely made fun of or teased, because they knew who would be coming after them if he was. Back then Prom could not keep his temper composed, it ran wild whenever the littlest thing happened. He could never be mad at Tommy, though, he protected him like he was his son instead of his younger brother.

Growing up, Prom's life was filled with meticulous chores and work. The Aegon's were not a wealthy family, his father worked on one of the village farms, making little to no payment as the work was compensation for the crimes he had done in the past. Before the two of them were born, Clark had been abusive to his Mother, Margaret, but it didn't stop after that, he just kept it secret. There were a few times where Prom would walk in to find his Mother crying, she wouldn't tell him why. It was only when Clark would stumble in from a night at the bar, drunk, that he would ball his fists in anger and connect the dots from his Father's drunkenness and his mothers bruises. He was angry, for him at beating her, and at her for not standing up for herself.

When he grew into his teen years he found that the girls of the village found him very attractive. He'll never deny the fact that he loved the attention he got. Instead of coming home early to dinner straight after work, he and Tommy would sneak off to some frivolous event where he could spend the night with a girl who looked good on his arm. Tommy would always wait for him, patiently on the front step until he emerged with a shirt button or two still loose.

The killings started...Prom grew nervous, keeping Tommy by his side at all times and hardly ever leaving the house. Prom was twenty at the time, Tommy was fifteen. He thought...he thought that nobody would touch his brother, he wouldn't let them.

Until the night he overheard the village Reverend talking to his weak, sickly parents that Tommy would be one of the children sacrificed that year. No, no, no. He wouldn't let them, those things wouldn't be taking his brother! But in the dead of the night, when Prom had his back turned, they came by and snatched him. If it wasn't for the brief time Tommy escaped from them and screamed, he never would have known. He was up - rushing to the front door when his Father stopped him, begged him to just let Tommy die. In a single punch he pent up all of his anger for the years his parents mistreated him, and felt satisfied in the feeling of his fathers nose cracking.

When he got down to the forest he heard his brother immediately; he was crying, sobbing and trying to escape from his restraints. He remembered the look of relief on his face...Prom cutting through the ropes...Tommy clinging to him...and, the sudden look of fear that crossed his face at the same time that Prom was flung across the forest like a rag doll.

He woke up in a strange room...with a strange man hovering over him. His neck hurt, it burned like fire. He remembered grabbing the stranger by the collar, demanding to know where his brother was. Too weak to hold on for long, the stranger easily pried his fingers off and smirked, "dead."

dead...dead...dead The word floats through his mind even now.

The stranger turned out to be the vampire that turned him, but he never saw him again. After he had recovered and was living at the mansion, he was quiet, at first. Until a few decades passed by and he finally accepted that this was who he was and started to go back to his old, charmingly arrogant self. Along with the acceptance came a hate for his family, for any human that would sacrifice their child.

In his long four-hundred or so years of life, he has only sired one vampire. He tends to avoid turning humans as he finds it a hassle and a curse. But, Charles happened to walk into the mansion when he was alone and particularly hungry...he just couldn't help himself.

Present day, he lives in the mansion with the other vampires. His nights are spent in town, stalking a human who claims his interest or joining in the nightlife, and his days are spent shut up in the mansion away from the blistering sun.



MY ORIGINS
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SAILOR KIPPY.

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&;;xthe best of us can find happiness in misery
In Greek mythology, Prometheus (Greek: Προμηθεύς, pronounced [promɛːtʰeús]) is a Titan, culture hero, and trickster figure who is credited with the creation of man from clay, and who defies the gods and gives fire to humanity (theft of fire), an act that enabled progress and civilization. He is known for his intelligence and as a champion of mankind. The punishment of Prometheus as a consequence of the theft is a major theme of his mythology, and is a popular subject of both ancient and modern art. Zeus, king of the Olympian gods, sentenced the Titan to eternal torment for his transgression. The immortal Prometheus was bound to a rock, where each day an eagle, the emblem of Zeus, was sent to feed on his liver, which would then grow back to be eaten again the next day. (In ancient Greece, the liver, rather than the heart, was thought to be the seat of human emotions.)

In some stories, Prometheus is freed at last by the hero Heracles (Hercules)
In another of his myths, Prometheus establishes the form of animal sacrifice practiced in ancient Greek religion. Evidence of a cult to Prometheus himself is not widespread. He was a focus of religious activity mainly at Athens, where he was linked to Athena and Hephaestus, other Greek deities of creative skills and technology.In the Western classical tradition, Prometheus became a figure who represented human striving, particularly the quest for scientific knowledge, and the risk of overreaching or unintended consequences. In particular, he was regarded in the Romantic era as embodying the lone genius whose efforts to improve human existence could also result in tragedy: Mary Shelley, for instance, gave The Modern Prometheus as the subtitle to her novel Frankenstein (1818 ).

In Greek mythology, Prometheus (Greek: Προμηθεύς, pronounced [promɛːtʰeús]) is a Titan, culture hero, and trickster figure who is credited with the creation of man from clay, and who defies the gods and gives fire to humanity (theft of fire), an act that enabled progress and civilization. He is known for his intelligence and as a champion of mankind. The punishment of Prometheus as a consequence of the theft is a major theme of his mythology, and is a popular subject of both ancient and modern art. Zeus, king of the Olympian gods, sentenced the Titan to eternal torment for his transgression. The immortal Prometheus was bound to a rock, where each day an eagle, the emblem of Zeus, was sent to feed on his liver, which would then grow back to be eaten again the next day. (In ancient Greece, the liver, rather than the heart, was thought to be the seat of human emotions.)

In some stories, Prometheus is freed at last by the hero Heracles (Hercules)
In another of his myths, Prometheus establishes the form of animal sacrifice practiced in ancient Greek religion. Evidence of a cult to Prometheus himself is not widespread. He was a focus of religious activity mainly at Athens, where he was linked to Athena and Hephaestus, other Greek deities of creative skills and technology.In the Western classical tradition, Prometheus became a figure who represented human striving, particularly the quest for scientific knowledge, and the risk of overreaching or unintended consequences. In particular, he was regarded in the Romantic era as embodying the lone genius whose efforts to improve human existence could also result in tragedy: Mary Shelley, for instance, gave The Modern Prometheus as the subtitle to her novel Frankenstein (1818 ).

In Greek mythology, Prometheus (Greek: Προμηθεύς, pronounced [promɛːtʰeús]) is a Titan, culture hero, and trickster figure who is credited with the creation of man from clay, and who defies the gods and gives fire to humanity (theft of fire), an act that enabled progress and civilization. He is known for his intelligence and as a champion of mankind. The punishment of Prometheus as a consequence of the theft is a major theme of his mythology, and is a popular subject of both ancient and modern art. Zeus, king of the Olympian gods, sentenced the Titan to eternal torment for his transgression. The immortal Prometheus was bound to a rock, where each day an eagle, the emblem of Zeus, was sent to feed on his liver, which would then grow back to be eaten again the next day. (In ancient Greece, the liver, rather than the heart, was thought to be the seat of human emotions.)

In some stories, Prometheus is freed at last by the hero Heracles (Hercules)
In another of his myths, Prometheus establishes the form of animal sacrifice practiced in ancient Greek religion. Evidence of a cult to Prometheus himself is not widespread. He was a focus of religious activity mainly at Athens, where he was linked to Athena and Hephaestus, other Greek deities of creative skills and technology.In the Western classical tradition, Prometheus became a figure who represented human striving, particularly the quest for scientific knowledge, and the risk of overreaching or unintended consequences. In particular, he was regarded in the Romantic era as embodying the lone genius whose efforts to improve human existence could also result in tragedy: Mary Shelley, for instance, gave The Modern Prometheus as the subtitle to her novel Frankenstein (1818 ).

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■ x Jasper :: Zweilous :: Male
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■ x Landon :: Poochyena :: Male
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■ x blind as a bat without her glasses
■ x carries a bow and arrow outside of school.
■ x has a fear of fire type Pokemon because of a childhood incident.

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From the time she was a child, Myfanwy was destined for insanity.
Her time at an insane asylum, not a stark white and friendly one mind you, left her with both mental and psychical scars.
The voices, the sounds in her head are so friendly yet cruel! The only things she could consider family.
Upon her release she had no money and was forced to live in deplorable conditions and make money off of her own body.
Corruption began, when she grew bored of the men;
she would simply do away with them.
One night an exceptionally strange man came to visit her
she counted more then once
but when she tried to kill him he stopped her knife and offered a deal.
For her soul she was given a handful of fiery magic
and enhanced pliability, agility too.
Throughout her stay she acquired a scythe
and continues to attend to her demonic master's every whim.

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Myfanwy's playlist

Mz Hyde
Such Horrible Things
Killer
Marionette
Boadicea
Demon lover

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HUMAN PROFILE

IMAGE: Hazel
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NAME: Hazel Thoma
ALIAS: Some people call her Thomas, but she prefers Hazel.

GENDER: Female
AGE: Nineteen
DATE OF BIRTH: March Eleventh
PROFESSION: Professional hacker / Online tutor

HEIGHT: Five foot four
WEIGHT: One-hundred and fifteen pounds
SEXUALITY: She doesn't know-sexual.

THEME: Paramore - Playing God.
VOICE: Fukuen Misato

PERSONALITY: To describe Hazel would be like asking the sun to suddenly stop shining; it's impossible. Reason being, she makes a habit of giving herself a new personality trait or taking one away ever few weeks. But, down to the basics. Hazel is an individual who can't be deterred from something she has her mind set on. She tends to send people into a frenzy because she'll decide on one thing and focus on absolutely nothing else until it is accomplished. Being the busy bee that she is, social interaction is something that is rather low-key for her, companionship is distracting. To the very brave few that call her friend, she will be the most loyal and possibly over-protective person they could have.

Bluntness isn't always an admired quality, but it's one she favors. Hazel doesn't hesitate to speak her mind, even if what she has to say is rather insensitive. It could be that she doesn't know what she's doing is wrong. Negligible would be a word used to describe something or someone unimportant, in this case, our dear Hazel. She makes an extreme effort to have people care about her as little as possible, she hates sympathetic glances and refuses charity. She holds a certain fascination for anything technology related. If something odd happens to catch her eye, her curiousness always gets the better of her and she can't help but slip into the detective role, insisting upon the fact that she acts different ways with different people. She's also been known to be rather greedy, longing for things that aren't hers and wanting anything her eyes happen to like. When things get boring; she has a habit of stirring up drama for entertainment, even if it involved scandalous lies.


LIKES:
✚ Her father
✚ Staying cooped up in her office like a hibernating bear.
✚ Soda pop
✚ Trolleys
✚ Modern technology

DISLIKES:
✖ Vegatables
✖ Small Spaces
✖ Charity
✖ Dogs (she's allergic)
✖ People who try so hard to be amusing but are really quite boring

RECORD:
→ Born in London, 19 years ago on March Eleventh to a professional hacker father and a housewife mother. Switched schools on her second day of kindergarten due to her telling the entire class that Jimmy Peterson soiled himself. Harbored an addiction to eating crayons.

→ Moved to Japan in the third grade without any verbal protest. Flushed her older sisters stuffed rabbit down the toilet in psychical protest. Told everyone at her new school that her name was Hazy, started keeping a diary of everything that happened day-to-day.

→ Lost her mother to brain cancer in the fifth grade, cried for two days in total; only when nobody was looking. Bought her sister a new rabbit because the guilt caught up with her. Laid a blue rose on her another's coffin since it was her favorite color.

→ Father bought her a laptop for her twelfth birthday, he began to teach her the basics of hacking. Hacked into her schools computer and changed the schedule to three minute classes so the bell would be going on almost continuously.

→ Fluent in Japanese when she entered middle school. Entered in her first and last relationship, had her first kiss, threw up on her date from nervousness. Changed schools and started again, choosing to remain cooped up at home rather then go somewhere social.

→ Valedictorian for her graduating class with a full understanding of herself. Older sister returned to London to attend a University there. She stayed home and worked alongside her father as his apprentice.

→Father went mysteriously missing three months before present time, refused to tell her where he had been when he returned. Bought Hazel her own spacious apartment along with a large sum of money and a hairless cat that she named Wally.

→Works as a professional hacker present day, tutoring online to cover up her dirty money. Little to no contact with her father. Still keeps a diary, strokes Wally religiously from the hours of two to three pm. Spends most of her time inside her office working on a contract.



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Myfanwy ✦ Joseon
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Nickname(s)
She responds to anything that hears like her name, some examples being: Fawny, Josie, etc.

Age
Twenty-two

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Bisexual

Race
Human Thrall

Hair Color
Black

Eye Color
Blue

Height
Five feet four inches

Weight
115 Ibs.

Appearance
Having spent the majority of her life in hospital gowns and rags; Myfanwy has developed a taste for finer clothing. No matter the fabric or lack thereof, her clothes are always especially eye-catching. She prefers colors such as black or red and tends to don dresses and blouses of that color, but really it depends on what she is doing that day and who she needs to appeal to. She can usually be found with her hair in some sort of intricate braid with varying color ribbons or combs putting it all together.

Standing at an average height, she boasts the fact that even though she comes from such a deranged and malnourished environment, she still managed to come up with an impressive figure. Her scars are her beauty marks, they mostly come from the extensive experiments that were done to her. A few across her back that clothes hide and another across her stomach, partly obscured by the mark signalling her pact with Ignatius. She isn't ashamed of them, perfect is boring and she likes to think that they make her unique. With a pair of small dark blue eyes and pert lips, she could pass for a china doll if she were to try.

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Personality
The most peculiar thing about the young girl is that she has an especially convivial air about her that one could say comes from her excitement at finally being in the outside world. Whether or not she chooses to flaunt it, and depending on the situation, she can be flirty in a way that catches people by surprise, since she doesn't always look the type. Her sarcasm is never-ending, and she loves the way all of her words have a witty bite. The girl is smarter then she looks, and tends to surprise people whenever she initiates a conversation.

To others, it may seem as if Myfawny isn't "all there." She isn't ashamed of her insanity, in fact, she's quite fond of it. One could find her nodding along to a conversation that only she can hear, or donning a countenance that doesn't reflect her present situation. She gained sadistic tendencies from her past, but tends to keep them hidden away when she's present in public. More often, she could be described as a person stuck in a hazy calm. Sometimes having to have her name called once or twice to bring her out of a reverie.

Biography
Mommy...daddy, can't you accept me?

Dear Myfawny's parents were quite appalled at their newborn daughter. She wriggled, she clung, but she didn't make a sound. And her eyes seemed to wander in every place except for where they were supposed to, on a subject or sound. There were a few times in the girl's childhood that she would begin to crawl or walk in a random direction, arms extended like she was running to hug a stranger. It was only at the age of six when she began exhibiting violent behavior and speaking to nothing that they put her through every child's worst nightmare: being separated from their family and put into a frightening place in the hands of strangers. This was the Cardova asylum, a place that she refuses to speak of due to the horrors that awaited her.

The first day, they took her gently by the hand and sat her down in a chair, beginning to ask her questions. About Nigel, who she had already named at that time, what he and the others said to her, what they told her to do. She told him everything, as a child desperate for loving, supportive words would. How he suggested things with his gentle voice, that person looks awfully guilty, maybe he's a criminal, we should kill him. Nobody would suspect you, things will be fine. There was always the ever-present chaos in her head, voices screaming so loud that she couldn't hear herself think. On that first day they put her through a series of tests, mostly electric impulses or prods with a sharp object. They kept demanding the same question: "what are they saying, what are they telling you?" She would make up lies just to get them to stop, to satisfy their sick fantasies.

For three years, they put her in a solitary confined room that was pitch black, only letting her out whenever they needed to conduct an experiment, though they put a blindfold on her eyes. They wanted to see just how far they could drive her by leaving her alone in a dark room, with just the chaos in her head. Eventually, at the given time the experiment was over, she wouldn't come out. They found her curled up in a fetal position with her hands clasped over her ears, her mouth wide open, but no words coming out. Above them all, she heard Nigel, his voice tempting things that she couldn't accomplish. She was trapped. Useless, and she cried because she felt like she had disappointed him. The day they brought her out, she stumbled, unable to walk on her own two feet, she was humiliated.

As her time in the asylum progressed; she was put together in the same confinement with a young girl named Eliza. Whenever they were both lucid, they got along quite well. Myfawny never found out why she was there, or if she had told her, she forgot. During the winters, when they were only given a thin woolen blanket, the two of them would cuddle together for warmth. She mumbled things in her sleep.

By the time the both of them had reached fifteen years old, they were no longer interesting to the doctors who experimented on them. It wasn't a good or sane idea in the slightest, they decided to conduct one last test, calling it "civilization" for the two of them. They were both set free into the streets of Cardova, barefoot and in peasant's's clothing, without any means of supporting themselves. But, whether it be divine intervention or good favor, a man who's name she had forgotten, laid his eyes on them and seemed to think them pretty. He brought them both into his home without asking anything in return, he wasn't a rich man, but he was a teacher. Pilfering medicine from the local doctors, he managed to keep them sane enough to teach them basic skills of speech, reading, mathematics, and even a dose of etiquette. However, the one thing he didn't teach them was how to fight back, perhaps he meant it that way.

She awoke to a sudden aching in her chest, a cold, chilling feeling that something was wrong. The cold had come from the empty spot in the bed next to her, the lack of body heat that had been pressed against her not too long ago in the form of another individual. Upon exiting her room, she heard muffled screams of protest coming from the room across the hall. She found this man, someone she had come to think she could trust, doing something so immorally wrong that it burned into her mind. The damage to her friend had already been done, but she made her exit to grab something from the kitchen that would be beneficial to her next quest, anger burning through her very veins.

After the man had fallen asleep, he was an especially deep sleeper, she pulled Eliza, whimpering in her naked state, from his bed. She could hear his voice again, the voice she had longed to hear while the man's medicine had been influencing her, he told her that what she wanted to do was right, this man had done wrong. Soon enough she was straddling him, crooning the words "It's Eliza," and watching his eyes slowly crack open to a snap as he realized in the same moment she plunged a kitchen knife into his heart that he had been mistaken about the girl's identity.

They fled into the night before anyone could trace the trail of blood that ran throughout the house. She had dumped the man's body into the river that flowed behind the house.

Once again, they found themselves without any money and no home to sleep at. Eliza was absolutely petrified at the notion of men touching her, Myfawny could barely get her to speak. She only found out about the business through another homeless women who was making her money that way. It paid well, though at first she was ashamed at using her body in that way, but there was no other way that Eliza and she could survive. As the years went by, she found herself enjoying it, almost like she was addicted. Boredom was always a problem, but she seemed to always get rid of the clients that bored her someway or another. It was one morning when she was nineteen years old that she felt as if she were a little more plump then usual. When it became noticeable, a women in the market took pity on her and took her and Eliza in. She had no idea what she was going through, not until she gave birth to a little boy they wouldn't let her keep. The women calmly explained what she had been going through, how she had seen that Myfawny was pregnant and thought that she could adopt the child since there was no way she could take care of one. Surprisingly, it was Eliza that nearly killed the girl.

She was in tears for days, feeling like she had lost someone very close to her even if she hadn't known them until the last minute. It was only when her clients began to come back that she had a lucid Epiphany. She didn't have to hold her anger and sadness in, she could take it out on them. Nigel said that it was okay, so she was convinced of the fact that it was. And she did, until a particularly handsome yet strange man approached her and came back multiple times after that. She attempted to take his life on the third time, but found that her knife was stopped and a bargain was placed in her hands. Her soul? For what? For anything.

After making her requests, the man's home became her home and she obey's his ever beck and call. Regrettably, Eliza had refused to come with her, and had run off the same day she left. About a year has passed since that fateful day, and Myfawny has covered herself with a new personality, trying to eradicate every last shred of her past that she dares to remember.



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Weapons
Scythe: The weapon that she traded her soul for, with absolutely no regrets behind it. Since she doesn't have the disadvantage of having to carry it around with her at all times, it is her main weapon in battle. It's red blade cuts with ease, and the weapon itself is delicately deadly in Myfawny's hands.

Assorted daggers: Usually used for close-combat or escape, she always has at least four or five random blades hidden underneath her clothes for quick access.

Abilities
Enhanced speed and agility
In and out of battle, Myfawny is very quick and light. In combat this allows her to dodge attacks easier and completely rely on her speed and agility to break her opponents defense and get a hit in.

Delicate Conflagration
During combat, Myfanwy is able to cover her scythe in malicious flames, which serve to give her an advantage in a match against a larger opponent or any other battle in which she calls upon it. While using this power, it would seem to someone at a close-range that her eyes take on a sort of red tint, almost like she has embers dancing in her irises.

Flirting - A delicate art that Myfawny wields masterfully and used quite often.
- A sense of style
- An uncanny ability to pick up on a conversation and somehow seem like she knows what she's talking about, even if she doesn't.
- Eavesdropping

Quirks/Secrets
- She absolutely adores Ignatius.
- Has to leave the room whenever she sees a mother with her child.
- Also tends to curse the pair in her head.
- Afraid of the dark.
- Quite fond of snakes and the like.
- Voraciously reads any book she can get her hands on, tends to use words from them to expand her limited vocabulary.


Playlist
Better this way
Mz Hyde
Such Horrible things
Killer
Marionette
Demon Lover

True Master
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