I amKaelan Flynn MacAulay. But I demand that you call meKael. I'm not that old, I amone-hundred and sixty-eight. Are you blind? I'm obviouslycursed human. Here's an easy one, I'mheterosexual. You really want to know that? Fine, I was bornMarch 13th, 1825... But I was re-born on October 31st 1845.
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Do the measurements, I'm6' 1" I don't look it, I know, but I'm85kg // 187lbs I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair isa typical Irish orange-red Look closer, my eyes areas green as a shamrock Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have discolouring all over my face and body during the daylight hours when the living roam freely. I have markings of gold all down the left side of my face, enveloping that side like a crude mask. This gold trails down the left hand side to my shoulders where it fans across my back and chest like a disease encasing my body. It wraps down my right arm right down to my fingertips, and the gold trails off into nothingness past my shoulder blades and pectorals. At night I look normal, and the scar from my hanging is noticeable around my neck.
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I want a slave witha velvet collar, I could not handle something that needs taming. Painted Blue-violet, brown, peru, indigo. I don't want someone who needs company or affection... And a few other things, likeI'm really not fussed... A star would be interesting if they're not expensive... If I wasn't so hideous, maybe I'd like a heart...
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People say I tend to bequiet. I used to be talkative and bubbly, but events in one's life can often change that. I'm rather withdrawn and secretive about myself now, and I don't like letting people get close to me. Honestly, I cannot stand to be around people; I find their perfect, happy faces too much to bear. There is a chance that deep down, locked away I'm the same guy I used to be - fun, smiling, happy, loving. But I doubt it anymore. I find too much comfort in pushing people away compared to letting them get close. I do have a reasonably caring side though. I can say that only because of the creature I adopted. If I wasn't caring, I suppose I would have left it to die. Guess this means I'm not entirely heartless as well. I only tend to smile in the presence of this little being, but aside from that, you won't see a grin at all. I'm generally a sad person these days, not a lot makes me happy anymore.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you thatI was born a couple of decades before the Great Irish Famine - or the Irish Potato Famine if you're not from the British isles. We were simple farm folk, who made most of our living off potato farming. When I was twenty, I had my own wife and child and our own potato farm just like my father. It was only our second year when the disease took our crops and affected the farms around us. Things got bad real fast - potatoes were the main diet for us so no potatoes meant little food. Our farms were small as it was, and about a quarter of the population barely had enough room to farm anything else but potatoes to feed their families.
Death was a given. Without food, and with landlords extorting their tenants, families began to die off. I did what I could to keep my wife and child fed; I stole, I lied, I did anything. My parents left before the famine could really take hold and had begged us to leave too. I refused and they gave us their farm, the bigger space meaning more chance at healthy crops. Alas, it just didn't seem to work that way and I feared for our lives. The day my son couldn't get out of bed, not even to relieve himself, I snapped. I snuck out in the night to find a farm as far away from mine as possible. It felt wrong but I knew I had to do something. I stole all the healthy potatoes I could find and left. A week later the family I had robbed died - the man was my age, his wife and son the same age as my own. I felt horrid. In a way, I had killed my own family. The guilt didn't last long, and when my son fell ill I stole again. I stole from anyone I could, desperate to feed my poor starving son and my wife. Each time I stole, a week later a family would die, and after four months I just didn't care anymore. I was angry. Why should people better off than me live while my family starved to death?
My comeuppance came swiftly. At the beginning of October my family had been without food for a few days. There was no farm nearby with healthy crops to steal. My wife, my darling bride was dying before my eyes, and so was my son. I couldn't stand it, and I began to think; if they were dead, I could feed myself. The thought stuck with me for a whole day, I couldn't shake it. The only way I could stop the thought was to obey it - I killed them so I wouldn't starve. Alas, my guilt consumed me and I killed myself.
I awoke to find myself back in my human body, still hanging from the tree from the noose I'd strung up. Struggling to get down, I found myself face to face with Death. The Uppers were angry with me he said, They knew all that I had done. I was refused the sweet mercy of death because of my selfish acts and as I was cut down from my tree, I knew nothing would be the same. Forevermore I would walk amongst the living as not one of their own, but as a reminder of all the things I had done. Until deemed worthy of mortality, I would decide the paths for lost souls, judging whether their deaths were righteous, or sinful. I would walk the Earth as a Cursed Soul, never truly living, but not truly dead. My re-birth fell on All Hallows Eve of the first year of the Famine.
I saw out the remaining years of the famine in pain. My choice on the souls was not really my own. If I judged too harshly I was punished. If I judged too kindly the same thing happened. Either way, if I got it wrong the soul was refused entry and had to remain in limbo for twenty-one days. After that, if they couldn't find me or another Medium, they would be lost forever. The years of the Great Famine sent me into a deep depression. I saw no light at the end of the tunnel, I had lost my family completely, I was alone. I left Ireland at the start of 1860, but no matter where I went, the souls would find me. I wasn't alone, not really, but I felt it. I could not venture out in public in the day due to my disfigurement because of the curse, it constantly seemed like I talked to thin air... Everything was pointless. It wasn't until the beginning of the 1900's that I found the one thing that made my life different - Pandora. I found her as a kitten, abandoned and left to die on the side of the road. For almost fifty years I had felt nothing for any living creature - human or animal - until I found her. I took her home and tried to feed her, but within hours her little heart gave out. The first unselfish act I ever committed was giving some of my own life to bring Pandora back to life. I absorbed her pain - broken legs, crushed ribs, the lot - and in return the Universe gave me my Familiar. I found that this fluffy little cat could see the souls I saw, and could lead them to me. I noticed that the cat could tell the difference between the souls that came our way - she could tell good from bad with ease. We became a team. Now that the population has grown over time, I find myself working more, and spending less time keeping my house clean and Pandora fed and cared for. I spend more time in hiding than trying to help souls reach their final destination.
It is time I find a living being to help me out. Maybe if I have a human share my home, I might be able to change my outlook on life. Maybe I might care about what I do once again...
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like: ღ Cats ღ Darkness ღ Tea ღ Comfort food ღ Winter ღ Snow ღ Candles
I'll tell you that I don't like: ✘ Humanity ✘ Liars ✘ Violence ✘ The light ✘ Beautiful people ✘ Pity towards me ✘ Being alone
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A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I canjudge the dead and decide their soul's fate. I'm a passageway between our Earthly plain and the other worlds. I decide if a soul passes to the good place, or if it is destined for the underworld. I can also decide if something lives or dies, but only within moments of their heart stopping. If I take death from them, the gold on my body spreads. It's very rare that I do this, because not only do I have to give them some of my life, but I absorb all previous ailments until my undead body heals - heart disease, blindness, renal failure... You name it. This is my punishment forevermore.
Yes, there is some side things, likeI adopted a cat. Her name is Pandora, and she's the only thing I feel anything towards. Pandora isn't a normal cat though, she is my Familiar and will live as long as I do. Pandora leads stray souls to me to judge, since I refuse to leave the house during the day.
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I amCatalina Stephanie Ladee But I will let you call me "Cat", "Kitty", or "Steph" I'm not that old, I am A total of 312 years old, but in appearance I look between 17 - 19 Are you blind? I'm obviouslyA Celestial Here's an easy one, I'mHeterosexual You really want to know that? Fine, I was bornNovember 24, 1703
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Do the measurements, I'm5'4'' I don't look it, I know, but I'm55 kg // 122 lbs. I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair isA silvery white Look closer, my eyes areA gray-blue with gold and brown rings. Sometimes they change from a bright celestial blue, to a scarlet red, when I use what's left of my powers. Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have - A demonic bonding symbol on the inside of my right wrist. It's a white scar, with a circle and a design of lines and curves inside of it. It's in an ancient language that not even I can interpret. - A thin scar on my right cheek, horizontally aligned. It reaches only about half and inch over my cheek bone, and is only noticeable when I blush, or it is touched. - Small scars scattered all over my legs. The majority are small and thin, and hard to notice unless looked at from a close distance - Two, distinctly thick and large scars on my upper back. They are specifically aligned vertically, just in between my shoulder blades. They are very white and jagged. These scars are a painful reminder of my wings being ripped from my body as punishment from my father - Small, tattoos scattered all over my body. They are miniature representations of constellations and stars, and span all the way from behind my ears, to the tip of my toes. They range from a black, to a light grey, and range from large dots, to ones so small you have to be inches away to notice them. They mostly cover my back, and legs. A few are on the insides of my arms, my chest, my sides, and my shoulders. Two rather large and dark constellations reside on the sides of my hips, that lead down to countless miniature stars all over my thighs. There are a few constellations on my toes and on my ankles, but they're very light and very small. XXXXXX
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They gave meVelvet And colored it Indigo, light blue, teal, and blue violet And from it they hungA star, a heart, a crescent moon, a crown, and a dog
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I come across as a drip of water. I'm easy to pop(break) and even the slightest things move me(hurt me). I'm a fragile and dainty spirit who's been broken more times than I can re-collect. All that I know now is to do as told, even if I know that it isn't right. I'm timid, shy, obedient, nervous, protective, and weak. I hardly make decisions for myself anymore, and I will do anything to live.
Quit invading my life, It went somewhat like this:
My story began before my entering into this universe....
My mother, Lysithia Morgan Ladee XX, many centuries ago, was a b*****d child of a tyrant king. Even though she wasn't born from the queen, her kingdom held enough respect for her. The way she carried her beauty and spoke her intelligence caught the eye of a certain power. This power was the great Norse god Odin. As a god, he held power over many women, but only desired and pursued the ones who refused him. My mother adamantly refused him, even with the knowledge of his status. This only intrigued him, and even as years passed and she continued to ignore his wishes, he never let down. This was for one reason only; He wished to make her a Valkyrie.
Odin possesses many powers, but over all, he is seen as Mercury, the overseer of the dead, guiding them from the realm of the living to that of the dead, and, in due time, back into the land of the living again. As death became more prominent, and began to increase in hundreds each century, he acquired teams of many Familiar Spirits, most notably the ravens “Hugin” and “Munin,” the wolves “Geri” and “Freki,” and the Valkyries. Odin presides over Valhalla the most prestigious of the dwelling-places of the dead. After every battle, he and his helping spirits, the Valkyries (“Choosers of the fallen”), comb the field and take their pick of half the slain warriors to carry back to Valhalla. Freya then claims the remaining half.
My grandfather's tyrant ways brought heavy war onto his kingdom. Loss of food and clean water took the lives of many civilians, but my mother refused that fate. Her ambition and independent nature influenced her to go under a disguise into the war. My mother's bravery gained so much more admiration from Odin, whom gifted her a quick death when the time came. My mother was aware of her foolishness, jumping into a war with little strength and almost no training, but she preferred to go down fighting. Before she was speared by the enemy, Odin had one of his Valkyries put a sword in her heart, and carry her to her new home in Valhalla. I know from the look in my mother's eye each time she recited these same words to me, that she still hadn't forgiven Odin for stealing her to himself, instead of letting her pass on to the land of the dead.
As time passed, my mother became one of Odin's favorite treasures. She trained to be the best warrior and learned to be a proper court lady, having the wisest judgement on those she plucked from the battle fields. Odin, a god of curious travel and endless possibilities, became fascinated with the idea of conceiving a child with her and strengthened his pursuit for her. It had never been considered before, as Odin thought of his helpers more as daughter figures; until my mother, of course. My mother reluctantly told me how she eventually gave in to Odin, and let herself fall in love with the god.
My mother's belly swelled, and her love for the idea of a child grew. Her relationship with Odin, however, weakened. It was unclear now if he truly felt anything for her, even if he was loving towards her. My mother watched him swoop up other women into his bed, and heard him say to her very face that he could never marry one of his own Valkyries. Even with her mixed emotions, my mother kept her love and loyalty to him, and was rewarded with his promise that she will always remain in a portion of his heart.
My mother persisted on continuing her duties, even when she was heavily pregnant. It wasn't until that moment when she felt a pain worse than she had ever felt before, that she dropped her sword and stayed in Valhalla. False labors haunted her for days before I burst from the womb, in the month where the sky of Valhalla is the brightest. I was given a name meaning “pure crown” that translates from Theoi, the language of the gods, into English as Catalina Stephanie Ladee. On the day of my birth, my father bestowed me a gift; a white pup, a familiar spirit to help guide me through my childhood. It was love at first sight, and from then on, we were inseparable. As my pup, Lily, grew, so did I. The moment I could walk, Lily and I were racing through Valhalla; The moment I could speak a true word, Lily and I would hoot and holler non-stop; The moment I could flap my little wings fast enough to lift me, I almost never let my feet touch the ground. All beings of Valhalla became well aware of my presence, but even with my obnoxious behavior, they happily cherished me. To my dismay, all the attention I was given decreased the moment my mother gave birth to two younger brothers, but eventually I accepted and loved them. My early years were some of my best memories, full of innocence and freedom. I remember wrestling my younger brothers in the meadows, helping the mead maidens serve the fallen warriors, and dancing around with the wish maidens. But, as my body aged, and I began to change, everything around me changed as well.
It was that very frightening moment when I experienced my first moon blood, that my mother shut everything down. Most of my days were spent listening to lectures from my father's philosophers, training to fight by my mother's brutal standards, and learning how to properly act as a lady, in court and otherwise. Much like my mother when she first entered the hall of Valhalla, I was far from good in any of my lessons. But, also like my mother, I excelled in each teaching, and quite quickly, to add. My arms grew strong with muscle, and my mind grew clever with knowledge. Then, unexpectedly, I discovered something about me that was different from my valkyrie sisters. I possessed powers of time, and telepathy. At the time, they were weak, but with practice, I wielded them beautifully. Unlike before, I wasn't seen as a innocent little girl. That wasn't apparent to me, until I had a proper visit with my father, Odin, whom I rarely actually spoke to as a child. He announced me as an official warrior among his valkyrie.
The next few years came in stride. I was sent on minor missions with my valkyries sisters, and always came back with good news for my mother and father. There had always been somewhat of a war between the heavens and the underworld, but activity below had increased rapidly, and it hadn't gone unnoticed. Until connections could be made, Odin ordered all warriors to continue to diminishing demonic activities in the nearby worlds. I reached a commanding position, and began to go out on my own, or with my own squad to oblige our lord's orders. Everything seemed okay, but then I was hit with something unexpected.
It was a simple mission. All we had to do was take out a couple demons that were believed to be disrupting a small village in the northern mountains of Earth. The report was corrupted, little did we know. We had found a demon; more like he found us. I watched him easily disarm, and slaughter my peers. I expected the same fate, but he had his own mission. His orders were to capture and get information about war tactics from the enemy. He complied, but I wouldn't open my mouth. The torture didn't last long before he realized I wasn't just any normal valkyrie. He released me, but not before carving into my wrist a symbol. At the time I had no idea what it was. I returned to court, to my frantic mother and worried father. I told no one about being released by the demon, nor about my wrist. I wanted to discover the answers for myself first.
The moment I stepped on Earth soil once more, he was right in front of me. I didn't even get to speak before he had me by the wrist, and pulled me through a rift. I found myself in the same place I last saw him; the mountains. He didn't even try chaining me up. He knew I had questions. From then, we would talk every time I visited Earth. He introduced himself properly as Xavier Botannic. At first, I only accepted his presence because I had questions, but I began to run out of questions, and I didn't even try to put a sword in his heart. Our talks became more, and I mercilessly fell in love with the very thing that was supposed to be my enemy. His mark on my wrist was a bond, so that he will always know where I am, and what my emotions are, in the event I'd need him. Even though my elders knew none of my being with him, his elders knew quite well. They put certain conditions forth, that I was to report to them about the war if I was to stay with him. It was a difficult decision, but for the very first time in years, I felt free. I went to extents to put forth strong and pleasing information to his masters, but they never seemed pleased, and that troubled me. I didn't enjoy betraying my family and friends, but Xavier was everything I needed, and I couldn't leave that behind. Little did I know that my younger brother had began to sniff out my often disappearances. He had always been jealous of me, and for as long as he's been training, he's tried to gain more fame then I did as a student. Obviously that wasn't working, so he's been trying to find a weakness to put me back so he could gain Odin's full approval. I supplied him with little weakness. Nothing enough to give him and advantage. Not until he was assigned to be my student on missions. I almost always went alone on missions lately, so that I could see Xavier. My younger brother, Aidonn stuck on to me like glue, giving me no chance to see my love. This started to become a problem.
It had been months each time before I could see Xavier, and it was only for moments at a time. We struggled not to get too attached, but each passing year became enough to drive me wild. I couldn't properly report to his masters any longer; it seemed like we were doomed. But then Xavier did something crazy. He snuck into Valhalla, which is nearly impossible, and bedded me. After that night, I jumped at any possibility to be alone with him. I didn't realize that because my reports, the heavens were slowly loosing the war. Everything except for Xavier was blurry to me. Everything except for the fact that I carried Xavier's child.
My belly grew little, day by day. Xavier knew full well of my pregnancy before I did, and took care to give me enough affection. However, someone else seemed to notice my pregnancy; my younger brother Aidonn. If he was good at anything, it was getting me in trouble. As soon as he collected enough proof of my pregnancy, he delivered the news to my father. I was oblivious, as my father had my valkyrie sisters investigate my every move. I knew nothing, until I was thrown on my knees in front of my father to hear his judgement. My first sentence was lying to my elders. I was stripped of my status. My second sentence was not killing Xavier. I was banished from Valhalla. My third sentence was my romance with him. My powers were weakened and Lily, my familiar, was killed. My fourth sentence was carrying a demon's child. My own father ripped my child from the womb. My fifth sentence was reporting to the enemy secret information, and causing the heavens to start losing the war. My father burned my eyes with a noxious gas, and tore my wings from my back. I was then sentenced to six hundred years banished to Earth, and while there, I had to carry human traits such as hunger, thirst, breathing, and so on. To prevent me from escaping my punishments, my father cursed me to be immune to obsidian(One of the only things that can kill a Valkyrie) and in the event that I die, to automatically revive afterwards. The time between death and life depends on the injury.
The last thing I remember in my father's throne room of Valhalla, was my mother's muffled cries. She didn't even once try to defend me. Then, I was just falling. Falling and falling down to Earth. Just like before, Xavier came to me as soon as he sensed me on Earth. He found me lying helpless on the filthy earth floor, curled in the fetal position. My white dress was drenched in blood, seeping from my back and in between my thighs. My eyes were swollen, blood falling from them like tears. He saw me helpless and childless, unlike before where I was powerful and desirable. With a few words of pity, he left. Then, it was obvious to me that he didn't love me. His elders were just as power hungry as my father, and ordered him to conceive a child with me. The outcome between a half god-half valkyrie and a demon would be curious, and likely very powerful.
I felt the effects of being a human very soon, and hardly found a reason to keep moving. I needed to prove to my father that I could be strong without the help of my powers or wings. I suffered for a long time before I reached the care of a family. They hosted me for many weeks, but without being able to pay them in return, they had no choice but to let me go. There was a shortage on food and supplies there anyways, and I was just another burden. Alleyways became my home, and stray cats and dogs kept me company. I was an easy victim for the slave business, and as my presence in that small village became more known, the slavers became more curious. I fought them as they chucked me into a wagon with other new slaves, but it was to no avail.
After being cleaned and transported to a slave-house, they questioned me on my history and tagged me with a collar and charms. I wasn't a slave for more than a week before I was sold off to a rather rich man. I was to be a companion of his daughter's while he was away. It was a simple task. I was to allow his spoiled brat of a daughter to do whatever she liked of me. That meant dress up, tea time, and tons of other things that I never understood. English was still very new to me, and she got easily aggravated with my 'stupidity' as she called it. She became bored of explaining things to me, and desired something better and new. I was thrown back into the slave-house. I remained there for many months, and it was clear that no one in that place desired to buy me. So then, I was transported to a slave-house more north. I was all the rave there, where rich men left and right wanted the rare jewel that I was then. However, only one put forth all the money in time to buy me. My new master, Daemon was known as well behaved and kind to everyone else, but he in fact, was a very sadistic man. He had a wife, and a child, but required a mistress; one that would comply. This was because he was very into abusive romance, and his wife would not put up with abuse any longer. Instead, I was his go-to for taking out his hidden anger. He stole my spirit and hope from me. I feared for my life, and complied with anything he asked of me. Many years went by, and I began to forget what it was like to be free. Being confined in his basement for days, only seeing him for a few hours each night, drove me insane. I needed out.
I began to learn and memorize every inch of the place. I broke my plate they served my food on, and hid a large shard behind a wooden board. The next night he came by, I let him get comfortable, before I stabbed it into his chest. I didn't think I was actually going to do it, until I did. Then I did it again, and again. The moment he was found, the slavers came and took me to a different place. No one would buy me there, knowing what I had done to Daemon. This new place, I was treated quite a bit better, but it didn't ease my pain. Every thought I had for the next few weeks were of Daemon. It seemed like and eternity before I had possible master look at me. I was turned down more often due to my history of Daemon. I had no hope any more. Not until a strange man came in and promised a good home, for the small price of caring for his cat. I don't have any reason to trust him, but I don't have a reason not to. He gave me hope in a time where I thought it was impossible. For that, I owe him my devotion for as long as he will have it.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like: ღ Dancing ღ Music ღ Animals ღ Stories ღ Astronomy ღ Love/Comfort
I'll tell you that I don't like: ✘ Betrayal ✘ Abuse ✘ Loneliness ✘ Negative Judgment
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A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can
- Slightly sense other's emotions, but only through physical contact - Slightly sense the presence of any major beings, especially god-like beings, or demons - Receive communication through dreams
I used to be able to
- See through the eyes of my familiar spirit Lily. My mind entered her's and was able to control her thoughts and actions - Manipulate time itself. I was able to slow, stop, or even speed up time. I was also able to stop time in certain places, or slow time on certain people or objects. This was very useful in battle, but it weakened me very quickly - Sense emotions of all living beings around me. I could poke into someone's mind and get an idea of how they felt about certain things, but overall when someone had strong feelings I don't need to put in any effort to know what they were feeling. - Receive minor visions of my own future. The visions rarely occurred, never made sense, and only lasted a few seconds. - Manipulate the minds of others. This was a very difficult power to master, and weakened me very easily. It only had a prominent effect on humans and weak-minded beings. It was mostly a power of hypnosis, and lasted for only as long as I could stand. - Communicate through dreams, seeking out others who were also sleeping, and being able to change their dreams for as long as I was in them. - Sense the presence of other beings, within a reasonable distance of myself. I could tell the species, strength, and even gender. - Fly, with Valkyrie wings, with a wingspan of 5.3 meters in incredible strength - Fight with lethal battle skills and reflexes - Manipulate still objects with my mind, by using telepathy to make them move. This was a weak power, and was used mainly in battle for weapons.
Yes, there is some side things, likeI'm blind.
The person that works my mind is not me, butCelestial Elegance
