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I have seen more than most my age...
Just over eighteen years have passed since my birth.
No one ever said that life would be easy. For me it certainly wasn't...
I come from a broken home, an estranged family. My father, during the final years of his life, was an alcoholic. He's dead now, just like my mother. It wasn't from the drink, mind you. No, something else entirely was to be the cause of their deaths and the the spark which set to life my sorrow. Perhaps I should start from the beginning, back when times were happier....
We were what you would consider upper class. Father was some type of lord or noble...maybe a prince even. I can no longer recall which it was. The place we called home was enormous, the grounds alone consumed the space of a small town. The landscape was something out of a painting; peaceful, pristine, beautiful. Brother and I would often race through the maze of rose bushes. The servants were friendly enough, though I had never wondered why they were back then. I do now. Perhaps they did it so that they would not be fired; that's the obvious reason. A small part of me wishes that that was not the only reason, that maybe they really did care. It's too late to ask now though.
It was night when the disaster started and in my half-awake state I thought myself to be dreaming. I imagined it was all a nightmare. Fire blazed across the grounds, racing towards our beautiful home. Nothing was safe from the raging red-orange wave. It came from all sides; a perfectly orchestrated act of arson. It would be impossible for anyone to escape walls of flame. I could hear the screams of those left behind and smell the disgusting stench of burning flesh. This was the final sight I saw as our car sped away. I closed my eyes and prayed that this was all some horrible nightmare. In my heart I knew that was a lie, the first I ever told myself. I was three years old.
Brother disappeared in the commotion; mother and father claimed that he had been a figment of my imagination. In time I came to believe them; in time I would learn that they had lied to me. It should have been obvious to me, but I was innocent. I wanted to believe that they hadn't abandoned him. Five years passed before I met him again. He had come to retrieve me. Brother was only a year older than me yet when he showed up he appeared to be seventeen. I watched, petrified, as he slaughtered our parents. It was a gruesome sight; the first of many that I would have to endure. The next day I was initiated into the Society.
We are not humans, not entirely. Some of us are half-breeds and others are full-blooded monsters. Then there are those who have not an inkling of knowledge as to their race. My brother was one of the pure-bloods, a Lycan. They experimented on him during those five years, that's why he looked so much older. Worst of all, mother and father had given him to them. Mother used to be part of the Society, she knew its rules. She used magic to hide us, and it worked for a time. It worked until the fire...until father's betrayal.
A life for a life is one of our top rules. It applies to everyone be they enemies or friends. If a foe kills one of our own then we will strike down one whom they care about or even the offender depending on the case. We shall punish them in the worst of ways. They will wish for death's embrace but we shall make sure it eludes them. On the other hand, if one of our own wishes to leave then he or she must provide us with new blood. They must offer up a son or daughter; if they do not have one then they must promise their firstborn to us. Mother made one such promise before she disappeared. It was a contract sealed in blood.
I am not like brother, my race is unknown...to everyone. I am, by all appearances, human. Such things can be deceiving though, mine certainly is. I have faster reaction times than the average human. In general, I am stronger and quicker than most humans. I do have more abilities but they shall remain my secret for now. Never make the mistake of thinking I am like a god. I am not perfect. I can make mistakes. My abilities can fail. That's why they train us; so that we can limit the mistakes and gain control. So that we have a back-up plan for if a mission goes awry. It's not common but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen.
Four years later, I went on my first solo mission. It was simple enough; a break and snatch. The plan unfolded with minimal mistakes, I had passed my first test. They always give the simple jobs to newbies though. Two years later I was back to working with partners, but this time we were equals and the missions were much harder. Raven was my fourth partner. She was a half-breed; part shifter, part something else. We were supposed to be a temporary team but our success rates as a team were unparalleled. They left us together thinking that it would serve them best.
I don't know when it started, but I fell in love with her. We started dating; life seemed better in general, I was happy. Three years passed and we hadn't made a single mistake. Every perfect success had served to boost my ego. I got cocky and I payed for it, I lost the only person I'd ever willingly partnered with. I lost the last of those whom I loved. I'd failed to protect my partner. One of our own was dead because of my foolishness. The mark on my right cheek is a reminder of her. It appeared when she transferred her abilities to me, just before life fled from her battered body.
There was no time to escape, I guess she'd called for backup before I got there. She'd realized that this would be more than a two person job. Unfortunately, that realization came too late. They took care of our mission and the witnesses then brought both of us back. As soon as we entered the building her body was taken to be disposed of and I was sent to clean myself up, make myself presentable for the Elders. I didn't see the point considering what should have happened next. I should have been punished for her death, that's what our rules decreed. Instead they observed the mark on my cheek then sent me on my way. Three days later I was back to solo missions.
I always wondered why I hadn't been punished for her death. None of us had been spared for such an act before. That is to say, I couldn't find any record of such a thing ever happening in the past. I wasn't foolish enough to think that they believed I had suffered enough after losing someone I loved either. The Elders are not that kind. Six months later, I had my answer. Raven was alive. I saw her by chance. She was laughing, hanging off of some guy's arm. The woman I had loved and mourned was happier than I'd ever seen her.
I cornered her. I couldn't help it, I wanted answers. Raven, had found a way around our rules. She had used me to escape. The Society didn't want a powerless mortal, nor did they want wholly human offspring to join our ranks. So, Raven made a deal with them. She would give her powers away to another agent, one of their choosing. Said agent would not be the only one to gain her abilities either, their children would have them as well. Doing so would make her completely human. In exchange for that and any children of hers born with powers (unlikely, but possible) they would set her free.
Don't ask why they picked me because she didn't know and neither do I. It could be for any number of reasons, but I'd rather not get into that now. After that encounter I had decided one thing: I was going to get out. No matter what, I was going to be free. I mean, really, if I couldn't trust these people to be truthful with me then how could I trust them not to stab me in the back?
Seven months later, I collapsed on the steps of a magnificent, stone castle. I was bruised and bloodied with several broken bones, but I had escaped. Now all I needed was a sanctuary, a place to hideout. I didn't know who lived in this place but it was well off of the Society's radar. That's the only reason I'd approached it when I saw it. I awoke later that day...in a bed...healed. Three women arrived shortly after. They asked questions and I answered...mostly. Afterwards, they offered me a place to stay, a home. I happily accepted.
Oh! I never told you what we do did I? Though I suppose it would be 'did' for me. Think of the Society as something like a mercenary organization...with only one client. Thefts to assassinations, the agents do whatever it takes to protect and better the position of the family which employs them. Forgive me, but I'll be keeping their surname a secret. Just because I left doesn't mean I want to hurt them. I met a few of the children once, they're actually rather sweet.
This is me...
It takes a liar to know a liar. After that little eye-opener with Raven I made sure that I would know all the tricks of the trade. I should have learned sooner, should have started after my parents did it. It would have saved me an enormous amount of pain and trouble. Now, I'm one of the best liars you'll meet. As such, I always know when someone tells me an untruth or a half-truth. Above all else, I hate being deceived. Yes, I know that makes me a hypocrite. Deal with it. I only lie when I need to.
Trust is something that takes time to build, especially with me. If you lie to me any that I had for you will disappear. You can try to be my friend if you want but it will take some time for me to actually accept you. I am usually calm, reserved and relatively quiet when first meeting people. I can be cold and heartless but I can also be warm and caring, it all depends on the impression you give me. I don't like to have my buttons pushed. If I want to keep something secret, leave it be. I'll open up if I want to, but that's not likely to happen.
Some things can't be changed...
I am stronger and quicker than most humans and also possess faster reaction times.
I can shapeshift thanks to Raven, but only into a handful of animals.
I'll be keeping the last two secret for now...you don't need to know them yet.
Those that are precious to me...
Sariah ~ shadowattak1
Just over eighteen years have passed since my birth.
No one ever said that life would be easy. For me it certainly wasn't...
I come from a broken home, an estranged family. My father, during the final years of his life, was an alcoholic. He's dead now, just like my mother. It wasn't from the drink, mind you. No, something else entirely was to be the cause of their deaths and the the spark which set to life my sorrow. Perhaps I should start from the beginning, back when times were happier....
We were what you would consider upper class. Father was some type of lord or noble...maybe a prince even. I can no longer recall which it was. The place we called home was enormous, the grounds alone consumed the space of a small town. The landscape was something out of a painting; peaceful, pristine, beautiful. Brother and I would often race through the maze of rose bushes. The servants were friendly enough, though I had never wondered why they were back then. I do now. Perhaps they did it so that they would not be fired; that's the obvious reason. A small part of me wishes that that was not the only reason, that maybe they really did care. It's too late to ask now though.
It was night when the disaster started and in my half-awake state I thought myself to be dreaming. I imagined it was all a nightmare. Fire blazed across the grounds, racing towards our beautiful home. Nothing was safe from the raging red-orange wave. It came from all sides; a perfectly orchestrated act of arson. It would be impossible for anyone to escape walls of flame. I could hear the screams of those left behind and smell the disgusting stench of burning flesh. This was the final sight I saw as our car sped away. I closed my eyes and prayed that this was all some horrible nightmare. In my heart I knew that was a lie, the first I ever told myself. I was three years old.
Brother disappeared in the commotion; mother and father claimed that he had been a figment of my imagination. In time I came to believe them; in time I would learn that they had lied to me. It should have been obvious to me, but I was innocent. I wanted to believe that they hadn't abandoned him. Five years passed before I met him again. He had come to retrieve me. Brother was only a year older than me yet when he showed up he appeared to be seventeen. I watched, petrified, as he slaughtered our parents. It was a gruesome sight; the first of many that I would have to endure. The next day I was initiated into the Society.
We are not humans, not entirely. Some of us are half-breeds and others are full-blooded monsters. Then there are those who have not an inkling of knowledge as to their race. My brother was one of the pure-bloods, a Lycan. They experimented on him during those five years, that's why he looked so much older. Worst of all, mother and father had given him to them. Mother used to be part of the Society, she knew its rules. She used magic to hide us, and it worked for a time. It worked until the fire...until father's betrayal.
A life for a life is one of our top rules. It applies to everyone be they enemies or friends. If a foe kills one of our own then we will strike down one whom they care about or even the offender depending on the case. We shall punish them in the worst of ways. They will wish for death's embrace but we shall make sure it eludes them. On the other hand, if one of our own wishes to leave then he or she must provide us with new blood. They must offer up a son or daughter; if they do not have one then they must promise their firstborn to us. Mother made one such promise before she disappeared. It was a contract sealed in blood.
I am not like brother, my race is unknown...to everyone. I am, by all appearances, human. Such things can be deceiving though, mine certainly is. I have faster reaction times than the average human. In general, I am stronger and quicker than most humans. I do have more abilities but they shall remain my secret for now. Never make the mistake of thinking I am like a god. I am not perfect. I can make mistakes. My abilities can fail. That's why they train us; so that we can limit the mistakes and gain control. So that we have a back-up plan for if a mission goes awry. It's not common but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen.
Four years later, I went on my first solo mission. It was simple enough; a break and snatch. The plan unfolded with minimal mistakes, I had passed my first test. They always give the simple jobs to newbies though. Two years later I was back to working with partners, but this time we were equals and the missions were much harder. Raven was my fourth partner. She was a half-breed; part shifter, part something else. We were supposed to be a temporary team but our success rates as a team were unparalleled. They left us together thinking that it would serve them best.
I don't know when it started, but I fell in love with her. We started dating; life seemed better in general, I was happy. Three years passed and we hadn't made a single mistake. Every perfect success had served to boost my ego. I got cocky and I payed for it, I lost the only person I'd ever willingly partnered with. I lost the last of those whom I loved. I'd failed to protect my partner. One of our own was dead because of my foolishness. The mark on my right cheek is a reminder of her. It appeared when she transferred her abilities to me, just before life fled from her battered body.
There was no time to escape, I guess she'd called for backup before I got there. She'd realized that this would be more than a two person job. Unfortunately, that realization came too late. They took care of our mission and the witnesses then brought both of us back. As soon as we entered the building her body was taken to be disposed of and I was sent to clean myself up, make myself presentable for the Elders. I didn't see the point considering what should have happened next. I should have been punished for her death, that's what our rules decreed. Instead they observed the mark on my cheek then sent me on my way. Three days later I was back to solo missions.
I always wondered why I hadn't been punished for her death. None of us had been spared for such an act before. That is to say, I couldn't find any record of such a thing ever happening in the past. I wasn't foolish enough to think that they believed I had suffered enough after losing someone I loved either. The Elders are not that kind. Six months later, I had my answer. Raven was alive. I saw her by chance. She was laughing, hanging off of some guy's arm. The woman I had loved and mourned was happier than I'd ever seen her.
I cornered her. I couldn't help it, I wanted answers. Raven, had found a way around our rules. She had used me to escape. The Society didn't want a powerless mortal, nor did they want wholly human offspring to join our ranks. So, Raven made a deal with them. She would give her powers away to another agent, one of their choosing. Said agent would not be the only one to gain her abilities either, their children would have them as well. Doing so would make her completely human. In exchange for that and any children of hers born with powers (unlikely, but possible) they would set her free.
Don't ask why they picked me because she didn't know and neither do I. It could be for any number of reasons, but I'd rather not get into that now. After that encounter I had decided one thing: I was going to get out. No matter what, I was going to be free. I mean, really, if I couldn't trust these people to be truthful with me then how could I trust them not to stab me in the back?
Seven months later, I collapsed on the steps of a magnificent, stone castle. I was bruised and bloodied with several broken bones, but I had escaped. Now all I needed was a sanctuary, a place to hideout. I didn't know who lived in this place but it was well off of the Society's radar. That's the only reason I'd approached it when I saw it. I awoke later that day...in a bed...healed. Three women arrived shortly after. They asked questions and I answered...mostly. Afterwards, they offered me a place to stay, a home. I happily accepted.
Oh! I never told you what we do did I? Though I suppose it would be 'did' for me. Think of the Society as something like a mercenary organization...with only one client. Thefts to assassinations, the agents do whatever it takes to protect and better the position of the family which employs them. Forgive me, but I'll be keeping their surname a secret. Just because I left doesn't mean I want to hurt them. I met a few of the children once, they're actually rather sweet.
This is me...
It takes a liar to know a liar. After that little eye-opener with Raven I made sure that I would know all the tricks of the trade. I should have learned sooner, should have started after my parents did it. It would have saved me an enormous amount of pain and trouble. Now, I'm one of the best liars you'll meet. As such, I always know when someone tells me an untruth or a half-truth. Above all else, I hate being deceived. Yes, I know that makes me a hypocrite. Deal with it. I only lie when I need to.
Trust is something that takes time to build, especially with me. If you lie to me any that I had for you will disappear. You can try to be my friend if you want but it will take some time for me to actually accept you. I am usually calm, reserved and relatively quiet when first meeting people. I can be cold and heartless but I can also be warm and caring, it all depends on the impression you give me. I don't like to have my buttons pushed. If I want to keep something secret, leave it be. I'll open up if I want to, but that's not likely to happen.
Some things can't be changed...
I am stronger and quicker than most humans and also possess faster reaction times.
I can shapeshift thanks to Raven, but only into a handful of animals.
I'll be keeping the last two secret for now...you don't need to know them yet.
Those that are precious to me...
Sariah ~ shadowattak1
