Jaelyn ⊹ Remise ⊹ Rukaialyn
Hecate Child
Hecate Child
↬ Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ [Female]
↬ Ａｇｅ [Three-hundred and two]
↬ Ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ [Pansexual]
↬ Ｒａｃｅ [Shinigami]
↬ Ｌｉｎｋｓ [x]
↬ Ｌｉｋｅｓ & Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ
- Likes ; Trying new things. I love doing it. And seriously, I'll try nearly anything, especially something I've seen one person already do. The problem is, after the first century or so, you run out of things to do, and it gets kind of boring. That's why I also enjoy discovering and creating new things, so that I'll never run out of possibilities when boredom hits me.
Painting, sculpting, anything to do with art- I'm up for it. I guess it's kind of my specialty, and probably the only thing I'll sit still for. The feeling of the brush against paper, like my emotions are bleeding out on virgin white snow, it's like falling in love for the first time, or flying. I don't know who thought rubbing color against color to make color would be a good idea, but whoever it was, I love you. I think art is the only way I can really express myself. Oh, and another thing about art? It's always new, because every piece is different. Like snowflakes.
Dislikes ; I hate parties. Surprised? Yeah, I guess if I wasn't me, I'd be surprised too. They just annoy me, being around so many people at once. I may like to get crazy once in a while, but not in front of a whole bunch of people. I'm not into attracting attention, though it's what I end up doing anyway. Staying away from parties makes it easier not to embarrass myself, haha.
I also dislike other shinigami's, mostly due to the fact that they dislike me. Most of them are really dark and down in the dumps and serious, and although it's okay to be like that sometimes, all the time is just plain annoying. I also hate how over half of them are just so full of themselves, like they're the best thing that ever hit this universe, and the most powerful thing alive. We can be killed just like anyone else, and ya know what, you're not that only shinigami that can kick some a**, okay? Get over yourselves!
↬ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
- [ Y-you want me to...express myself? Oh gosh...I don't even know what to begin with. Um, most people say I'm really outgoing and bright, which is kinda weird for a shinigami, right? I've also been told I have a spark for adventure, and I'm a little hyperactive. To be honest, though, that's just the part everyone else sees. Inside, I'm like a whole different person. Twisted, crazy, weird, that's me. I enjoy helping people, but, although I hate to admit it, I have a little bloodlust. I love watching gorey films and fight scenes, but I don't think I'd ever actually do anything to hurt anyone, not without reason, or course. What was I saying? Oh yeah, hurting people. Yeah, I won't do that unless you really make me upset, and if you do...well let's just say it's not gonna be pretty. Also, in case you can't tell, I'm a little all over the place, and it's hard for me to get my thoughts in order. Maybe that's because I jump from topic to topic so fast. Or maybe it's just fast to me, who knows? What else? Oh! You may not expect it, but I'm also really smart, maybe even too smart for my own good. Everything I do, it has a purpose, a reason to why I do it. I sit back sometimes and watch everyone, just thinking about how stupid they are, we are, running around, living this lie...
Ooops, got a little dark on ya there! Um, sorry, yeah, I have a bad side too.]
↬ Ｎａｔｕｒａｌ Ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ
- Oh, I have a photographic memory. Just born with it, I guess. It comes in handy sometimes. I also remember smells, which is kind of weird, but makes sense with my powers.
↬ Ｇｉｆｔｓ & Ｐｏｗｅｒｓ
- Psychometry. Ability to relate details about the past or future because of an object or location, usually by being in close contact with it.
Enchanted Artistry. Ability to paint things in the two dimensional realm and cause them to come into the physical realm, though uses a great deal of energy.
Scent Manipulation. Ability to make anyone smell like anything the wants to. This comes in handy when she wants to disguise herself and others more thoroughly.
↬ Ｗｅａｐｏｎｓ
- My paintbrush and paint, mwahahahaha.
↬ Ｂｉｏ
- [I was born July 17th, 1711 AD, and I died January 14th, 1727, a span of nineteen years, in Early Modern France. Two years prior to my birth, France was on the verge of collapse, and in desperation, the king appealed to the French people to save their country, and in doing so gained thousands of new army recruits. My father was one of those many recruits, and it had only been a few months after he had impregnated my mother before he went off to fight. Most of my early childhood was helping out with the war, mending clothes, and learning the usual duties of the household. In my spare time, I was always caught doing trivial things, much as drawing on tables and walls, much to my mother's frustration. Despite that, though, for my age I was quite mature, which may be the reason why I act so childish today. I grew up fast, especially after the war ended and I met my father for the first time at age three. Life was neither good nor bad, just a little unusual.
Mother was a famous actress on stage, or had been before the war, and began acting and singing again once it had ended, which left me alone with father, though most of the time he was out doing god knows what. I wasn't entirely alone though, often playing with kids beside me in the neighborhood, though my company wasn't always the kindest. I lived in a mansion, as did many around me, and the children I had met grew up spoiled and adored by their parents, but nevertheless, I loved my friends. They were the only people I ever had to comfort, and I'd do anything to keep them. Often, I'd follow them like some sort of stupid dog, doing whatever they wished whenever they wished it. What I didn't know was how they laughed at me behind my backs, while I was unaware of exactly how untrue my relationships with them really were. More often then not I was taken advantage of, not only by companions, but by lovers. Still, I was thankful for the people I had there for me.
At age sixteen I had found out I was betrothed a rich middle-aged man with greasy black hair and a bad temper- every teenage girl's worst nightmare. I begged my parents to let me out of it, but it was already decided and out of their hands. A year later I was wed and my virginity was stolen the same day, my eyes closed and my palms shaking the entire time. After that I was alone again, my so-called husband out screwing other women, leaving me upset and with his child, home alone, though of course I had ladies in waiting, which now had become my only friends.
Soon the light of my life was my unborn child, though I had never been a big fan of children. The moment I felt it's nudge, I knew without a doubt that I loved it, and maybe, for the first time, it loved me in return. At this point I was finding out how mocked I was when I was younger, and often I teared up in anger at my stupidity, but it was all worth it, because of one small life that I swore would be the best thing that had ever happened to me. I had already picked out it's name, either Addeline or Marcus, depending on the gender, though I was sure my rotten husband would change it. For once, everything seemed perfect, until a few months after my birthday.
January 14th, half past midnight, I felt liquid run down my leg. Something was wrong. I fetched the doctor who had diagnosed me pregnancy, and it turned out my water had broken. My husband was gone, I still have no idea where he went, and I was alone again, but I had never been so happy. Finally, I was going to give birth. I squeezed the hand of one of my maids, and pushed until I felt like if I continued the whole world would break in half. At last, there was a loud cry of a baby boy, and I closed my eyes, filled with revelry, feeling something true for perhaps the first time in my life. I held Marcus in my arms for only a second, until he was ripped out of my hands to be cleaned. The doctor whispered something to the nurse I couldn't quite hear, and faintly I heard someone yelling to stop the blood. It turns out, I was hemorrhaging. The last thing I heard was Marcus's name escaping my lips before I turned into what I am now. A shinigami.]
❝ Outgoing ❝ Adventurous❝ Entergetic ❝ Helpful
