• Camille • Coeli •
• Human •
• Human •
███████ ██ ██ тhis ɨs ωho ɨ αm...
→ αs ɣou ¢an ѕee, Camille Coeli ɨs мy ηame.
→ вut ʀather тhan Camille, ¢all мe ...Do not call me anything but Camille.
→ ʝust ɨn ¢ase ɣou ¢an't тell, ɨ'm α Female
→ ωho ɨs 21 ɣears σld.
→ мy ρack ɨs Humanity. I don't roll with mutts. ѕo ɢet σver ɨt.
→ ℓast вut ηot ℓeast, ɨ'm тhe Huntress and Assistant.
███████ ██ ██ тhese αre мy ɨnterests...
→ ɨf ɨ ¢an't нave мore σf тhese...
___► Guns
___► Medical Procedures/Experiments
___► Blood
тhen ɨ ωill нurt ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou ɢive мe мore σf тhese...
___► Children
___► Sweets
___► Leniency upon mutts.
тhen ɨ ωill ¢ut ɣou.
→ ɨf ɣou вring мe ηear αny σf тhese...
___► Being kept by a mutt.
___► Being killed by a mutt.
___► Being ruled by mutts.
тhen ɨ ωill кill ɣou.
███████ ██ ██ αnd тhis ɨs мy ѕtory...
→ α ℓittle вackground ηoise...
Growing up, my life was anything but perfect. Probably the farthest thing many have seen. Growing up in Winchester didn't make my life any easier. I was raised by a mother who didn't want me. A father who was never around, and a sister, who was perfect at everything. My mother doted on my sister Clarissa at every turn. She was a true beauty with beautiful chestnut waves that cascaded around her from the time i could remember. It was never cut shorter then her waist, and she was often the looker of the town. she was also ten years older then me. From the time I was old enough to understand proper conversation Clarissa made it known that she was the only daughter our parents had ever wanted. that father would have stayed with mother if she hadn't birthed me. That I was the mistake. Oh, she was cruel, and sadistic. Often blaming me for things I never did to her, while suffered under the hand of a mother who was using the bottle as a crutch to try and pick up the pieces of her life.
Everything in my life was miserable until the day Clarissa went missing. I was eight, and as usual, Clarissa was late to come and pick me up from school. She got out earlier then I did, so she was supposed to pick me up and take me home before going out. Normally, she showed up late. That day, she was extraordinarily late, and so I walked home. In an instant between binges, my mother noted that I was home without her beloved daughter. She struck me down, and blamed me for Clarissa not being home. Later that evening, there was a knock at our door. An officer coming to report that Clarissa had been found mangled, bloody, and beaten in the woods. I was struck more because I had not been the one to be harmed in the woods. We went to see Clarissa at the doctors. I noted some of the tools that had been around, while my mother talked to the doctors about my unconscious sister. I turned to the shiny blades, and for the first time, felt release, as I ran the shiny blade into my skin.
No one noticed of course. My sister was out on medications, and my mother went back to her drinking. I was forced to care for bother of them. With one of my sister's lucid moments, she came reeling out of her medicated daze, and had enough time to tell me nonsense about a boy she had met at school. he'd taken her into the woods, and shifted into a wolf. When Clarissa screamed, he'd attacked her. When people had started coming, he promised to return to finish her off. She began screaming then, and caused my mother to burst into the room, flinging me away form her precious daughter. It was really the last time I talked to my sister.
Following the outburst, my mother often spent nights with her bottle, sitting at my sister's bedside, waiting for another lucid moment to pop out of her medicated haze. It never came. I was always the one to be thrown about for making small mistakes. The work piled up, and so did the scars upon parts of my body that could not easily be seen. One night, everything left in my world was taken from me. I went up to bring dinner to my mother, and other little thigns for my sister. the door was shut, but loud scuffles could be heard form teh inside. i set the tray down, and cracked open the door, only to see the blood of my Mother fall across the floor. frozen in terror and unable to scream, my sister was the next victim of the horrid claws. the wolf left after he'd finished them off. Maybe he couldn't smell me through the blood. maybe he'd been careless. All I knew, was that I was alone in the world. That night, was the first night out of such a long time, that I had enough pain pushed upon me, that I had no need to inflict more upon myself.
There were of course rumors about what had happened to my mother and sister. Where I would go, with my father an absentee in my life. I was passed around eager hands at first, but then, relented into private instruction in other places. I was a charity case that no one seemed to want to keep around for long. I raised myself the rest of my years, leaving Winchester for other parts of the world. Until I could finally be considered an adult, I taught myself ways to defend myself. then there was training to use weapons. I took that upon myself to learn. I never spoke of the night my family was slaughtered by mutts. I simply took it, and learned to use my pain and suffering as a push to further my skills and knowledge in weaponry.
I've only had one breakdown since that night. I can not say I have refrained from the cutting, but those who control what I do, don't know. Based upon my skills, and a more private agency, I was told to return to Winchester. There seemed to be some soldier and a local officer working on capturing and killing beasts based off of some doctors instructions. It didn't take me long to figure it out, and ask for a job as well. I didn't have to explain my background to be given leave to wield a gun and a few knives to look for some mutts pretending to be humans. the perks weren't bad either. Working alongside a soldier trained almost as well as I was, and an officer who could wield a gun didn't prove to be too demanding. Neither did working for some raven haired doctor that wanted to bring down these mutts. It was a condition I could work with.
→ αnd ωhatever єlse...
___I am rather unstable. I'm also truly trigger happy if it has to do with killing mutts. I'd rather kill them then bring them in for studying. It could be the mutts that trigger my insanity, or simply sitting idle for too long. I don't know, and no one else does, because I don't show it.
███████ ██ ██ α ℓittle єxtra...
→ мy тheme ѕong ɨs There's a World ωhether ɣou ℓike ɨt σr ηot.
→ мy мaster ɨs Stellaluna Skywind
