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 Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 3:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 3:41 pm
█ ▌ ▐█▐█ ▌ ▐█▐ Dementia Hollow█ ▌ ▐█▐█ ▌ ▐█▐  ✮ Basics ✮ ✮ But People Call Me:
xxxxx Dementia, Tia
✮ Growing Up Is A Chore:
xxxxx Bowl - Kit - Adult
✮ Everyone Has Their Own Flair:
xxxxx Kirin // Gen 1
✮ Why Don't You Use the Proper Pronoun:
xxxxx Female
✮ I Have My Own Tastes:
xxxxx No preference
✮ Music In My Head:
xxxxx Akira Yamaoka & Mary Elizabeth McGlynn - Room of Angel
//Voiced by: Kana Hanazawa
✮ Everyone Needs A Friend:
xxxxx Familiar
✮ What Was That About A Rainbow:
xxxxx Maroon
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 4:05 pm
✮ Personality Check ✮ ✮ Tempers Have Tantrums Too:
xxxxx Deranged, unpredictable, unstable, psychotic, childish, naive
✮ It Takes A Lot To Know A Person:
xxxxx Dementia quite lives up to her name. The poor girl is downright demented, resulting from how she'd been treated since childhood. She has very little understanding or sympathy for others, and even her affection can be overbearing and somewhat violent. Since she was small, Dementia has heard ghosts whisper to her, and quickly began conversing with them. She carries out their wishes, turns to them for advice, and pretty much considers them the only 'friends' she has.
Over time, she's come to see death not as something to be feared, but as a new beginning, an escape and a release from many problems. Following this logic, she may want to 'help' others by bestowing a quick and (mostly) painless death upon them. Her preferred method for this is slitting the throat with a silver knife she carries on her person at all times. In her mind, the knife is a part of her, as much as her horns or hooves.
She's usually seemingly harmless, quite sweet and quiet in her demeanor, but she'll stare at you for a little too long, her eyes a little too wide, tilting her head to the side suspiciously.. you never quite know what's going through her mind. Dementia spends much of her time wandering about cemeteries, speaking to the departed that still linger, listening to their stories and their desires. At this point, the living are of little consequence to her.
You're not very likely to find her ever initiating conversation with a living person, much less getting physically close to them. She abhors physical touch, as in her mind everything corporeal is tainted. The only way to be purified of this taint is through death, but she has not yet fully served her purpose on this plane..✮ History Lesson ✮ ✮ The Good Old Days:
xxxxx The Hollow family was well known, prestigious, wealthy and respected. Dementia was the first child born to proud parents, and for a little while everything was perfect. She was loved and doted on, showered with gifts and affection alike.
But then, when she learned to speak, her parents noticed something was off about the child. She would sit in corners, speaking to the walls or thin air, and giggle like she had just heard the most excellent joke or funny tale. This happened more and more frequently, and the worried couple consulted doctors and psychiatrists to find out what was wrong with the girl.
Then, Dementia began to receive strange injuries, and she kept insisting they were 'gifts'. Finally, her parents and the consulting doctors came to the conclusion the child was insane and a danger to both herself and those around her. And so, Dementia was locked away in an insane asylum, and the doctors and orderlies involved were bribed to keep their mouths shut - no one was to ever hear of such a disgrace, a stain on the Hollow family name. Everyone else was told that Dementia tragically passed away due to sudden illness.
The poor girl was left all alone with her constant companions. The staff was neglectful, as everyone agreed she was beyond any help. Her parents would rarely pay extremely brief visits, perhaps out of guilt. More often her mother than her father.. perhaps her mother hoped Dementia would somehow be 'cured' and could rejoin the family.
Years passed, and the visits grew more and more scarce. Dementia's 'friends' had taught her to pick locks, and the small girl would often sneak out of her room to steal food and other items. She also enjoyed eavesdropping on people, and eventually heard mention of other children in the Hollow family, meaning she had younger siblings. Surely they would love her! Siblings always loved one another, right?
Soon, on one of her secret ventures around the asylum, she managed to find a beautiful, ornate silver knife in one of the storagerooms. What it was and why it was there, she couldn't figure out, but the girl was instantly charmed by the shining blade and hid it under her clothes. The spirits whispered she would need it, anyway.
Then, her mother showed up one last time. It was obvious she'd not slept for days, her hair was not as neatly styled as usual, her clothes not ironed.
"You! You cursed us! Why are all our daughters possessed?!" she wailed as she approached Dementia, tear streaks visible on her cheeks. "Why can't you three be normal? Should we really have killed you instead? Would that have freed us?!" At this point, the woman was about to bring her hands around the girl's throat, intending to strangle her and 'free' herself of what she believed was a curse.
Drip.
The mother gasped, her eyes widening in shock. Dementia was smiling sweetly up at her, holding a bloodied knife in her small hands. "It'll be okay, Mother, you'll see. I'll make it all better", she said in a soft voice as her mother brought a hand up to her throat, now slit all the way across. Crimson blood gushed forth, staining her once beautiful clothes as the woman slumped down onto the floor, breathing her last. Cleaning the blade, Dementia walked up to her mother's now lifeless body, cradling it gently. "Now you're free, Mother. Now you see how much Tia always loved you. I set you free."
The girl then wandered out, the staff too terrified of the blood-stained child to really do anything to stop her. Guided by her ghostly companions, Dementia began a life of constant wandering from place to place, usually sleeping in abandoned mausoleums or crypts that the ghosts led her to. She would continue 'freeing' people with her precious dagger, believing she was saving them from their troubles. Sometimes, she also helped bitter spirits take vengeance on those who had wronged them. All this she believed to be the right thing to do.
After a while, though, she again remembered her sisters. Yes, she had two younger sisters. She should seek them out, see how they were. She'd finally have the family she had always been dreaming of inside that white, empty room.. surely her sisters would welcome her with open arms.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 5:58 pm
✮ Family of Old ✮ ✮ The Mother Of My Mother:
xxxxx Grandmother(s)
✮ The Father Of My Fathers:
xxxxx Grandfather(s)
✮ Raised From Birth To Eternity:
xxxxx Deceased
✮ Taught Me To Be Tough:
xxxxx Deceased
✮ Showed Me About The Girly Stuff:
xxxxx Memsri and Xenesthis Hollow
✮ Picked On, But Loved Too:
xxxxx n/a✮ Family of New ✮ ✮ Till Death Do Us Part:
xxxxx Jinx Jackripper
✮ The First Of Many:
xxxxx (Julian, Jin,) Jamil, Juniper, Jorie, Justin
✮ When Did These Get Here:
xxxxx Second Breeding Babies
✮ Our Family Is So Large:
xxxxx Third Breeding Babies
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 9:56 am
✮ Friends ✮ ✮ Friends Never Die:
xxxxx Friend Name - Thoughts
✮ Friends Never Die:
xxxxx Friend Name - Thoughts
✮ Friends Never Die:
xxxxx Friend Name - Thoughts
✮ Friends Never Die:
xxxxx Friend Name - Thoughts
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 9:59 am
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