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The Monstrous Mayhem

*This entry does not contain explicit gore but there are mentions of it.*


Name:
Carmilla

Specific Dream Type:
Headless Horseman

Writing Sample:
Dreamery Journal PG
Fan Fiction See Site For Rating *Contains Adult Themes*
The Last Requirement - Adult Fan Fiction R *Contains Adult Themes*
Fiction See Site For Rating *Contains Adult Themes* TropiKa contains Gore

Original Type/Change:
Supernatural

Camilla is a teen who hatched with a heart that did not beat and was holding her head in her hands. She watched as her head rotted. Despite the despair she felt she was forced to replace her own head. Seeing normal people made her that much more angry, thus fueling the desires for her vengeance.

Due to her normal appearance, people are unaware of her nature. They are unaware that she indeed has no real head of her own and that she is coming to take theirs.

Aesthetics:
Carmilla from the middle of the neck and down is as follows:
A regular human female. Slightly on the busty side. Thick but not overly thick. Curvy almost hourglass but not so much so she looks broken or could be snapped in half at the waist.

What makes her unique is that she never has the same head for more than a couple of days as the heads rot. She prefers to take the heads of other women who have blonde hair and blue eyes (the classic beauty).

Please click here for reference picture. The top to be white instead of beige. Buttons, like the ones on the coat, instead of buckles on the boots.

So that her head attachment appears seamless, she wears her collar high or else wears a scarf.

On her side is a whip made from a human spine and on her back in a holster is an axe with a heated blade.

Personality:
She wants her victims to feel her pain. She wants them to feel the despair she felt when she lost her head when she hatched.
Despair as defined in the dictionary, "the complete loss or absence of hope".

During the day, she hunts her victims and develops a plan. It usually takes her a couple of days before she makes a move. During this time, she gets to know the person and develops a bond, a sense of trust.

She kills in pairs, one man and one woman. The man she will kill first so that she is still wearing the new head. The woman she will kill second because by the time she has acted on her plans the head she is currently wearing is no good.

She seduces both men and woman to touch their heart. The way she grasps their hearts is something similar to what the witch in Once Upon A Time does. That single touch is enough to leave the victim feeling hopeless. Just before total despair has consumed them she beheads them.

After taking their heads, she burns their bodies.

Collecting a females head is about wanting to feel attractive. Because of this she is constantly on the lookout for a new head. Since the heads are not preserved they do not last more than a couple of days.

Collecting a man's head is about the thrill of the hunt. Taking the head of a man makes her feel prideful as they are her trophies. Her trophies are lined up in a hidden room.

Allergic to and downright terrified of gold.

Plans:
Carmilla despite her vain and vindictive tendencies wants to learn to control her despair.

She wants people to understand her. It is because of this that she essentially kills. If someone were to come along and withstand her tendencies and advancements, they could learn to control her. It would become a symbiotic relationship. What I mean by this is that the person would help her find victims (ones who deserve death).

Abilities:
  • She possesses the ability to not smell as if she is rotting.
    She however cannot stop herself from rotting.
  • She has the ability to use the head she currently wearing/holding (example: eat, breath, see).
    The only way she can consume food and it be of nutritious value is if she is wearing the head.
    Thus, her having a head is necessary!
  • The blade of her axe is always hot, hot enough to cauterize the neck of the severed head.
    Because the axe is hot enough to cauterize the wound it allows the neck area to not become infected while she uses it.
    It also keeps the severed veins and arteries from bleeding profusely. If it were constantly bleeding it would cause her clothes to be blood stained. Thus it would give her away.


Extras:
Headless Horseman
Dullahan
Headless_Mule
Sleepy Hollow TV Show

Guardian


Basics

Full Name: Peter
Titles/Nicknames:
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Alignment:Closest to Chaotic Neutral
Species: Human
Ethnicity: TBA
Birth Date: November 15
Zodiac Sign(s): Scorpio
Blood Type: O
Religion/Spiritual views: How can there be hell when we live in it today?
Sexuality: Bisexual
Marital Status: Widower but currently feeling a strong connection towards Carmillia

Physical Stature

Height: 6'8"
Weight: 200 pounds
Build: Average but muscled
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: Curtained Haircut
Skin Color: Nicely Tan
Tattoos or Markings: NA
Other Discerning Traits: NA

Persona

Personality: Arrogant, polite, well mannered, smart, persuasive, personable

This would be the first post of his if I won:

At first glance, I thought of her as just another patron of the restaurant- a regular of the past two weeks. I am a waiter and I see many people. Like everyone else, I have a good handful of regulars. It is our job to know our regulars preferences. Not only does it make their experience better but also it makes our tips bigger.

She is not like the other regulars. About every other day, there are subtle changes about her. Different hair, eyes, lips, nose, and even skin texture. Sometimes there is heavy makeup and other times none at all.

However, around here different, odd, and unusual are normal. The Dreamery has portals to the past, the present, other realms, and I am almost certain to the future. Therefore, in that regard you never know who or what will walk into the establishment.

I, myself, almost missed it all together. What gave it away though was her mannerisms. I know it seems silly to pay attention to how one holds a fork and cuts with a knife but I take my job seriously.

She let it slip a couple times after visiting my table, her name. Carmillia. A beautiful name and equally as unique as her. Who could forget a name like that?

How did I finally conclude that this person with appearance changes was one in the same? Simple, really. One day I slipped her name into my opening greeting. Saying she was surprised is an understatement. Despite that she warmed up to me.

Everything went swimmingly the few days after that. Then I began to realize her darker tendencies. She divulged the little things. You can say I am crazy but these tendencies did not scare me. Matter of fact they fascinated me.

I am not sure how exactly I derived a conclusion and realized exactly what she was. She was a nightmare. Not one that terrifies you in your sleep but the one that recently manifested. I simply could not help myself. I had to inquire.

A wild creature she was, no caretaker or guardian. No wonder she was undeveloped in skill and letting even the simplest and smallest things slip.

I know I should have looked the other way and ignored the situation all together. However, now I was in too deep. I was fascinated. I wanted to help her.

I knew that I could not just simply walk up and say let me help you, let me love you. I do not think I have yet to mention that I love her. I am not in love but I love her. I could grow to love all of her, even what changes. I want to help her grow and develop. I could be of benefit to her. I can help her with her hunt. I am in prime position. I am a waiter and as I have said previously, I see many people.

Little did I know then that while I was planning so was she. I was so caught up in her that I did not realize I was next on her list. I was a liability because I knew too much, knew too many of her secrets.

Almost to suddenly was I was asked to dinner. On blind faith alone, I excepted. She wined and dined me. I am sure she went all out. I was about enticed and seduced. But just as she pressed her hand to my chest something clicked. I felt her hand under my shirt. I was just about a goner that much I am sure of.

What saved me? Silly you will say. A gold necklace my late wife gave me saved me. Carmillia is terrified of gold. So much so, it is ridiculous. However, I am thankful of that fear of hers. It saved me and let me know her weakness.

She retreated that eve. I thought her gone and my chance of seeing her again nil. However, in a couple of days there she was at one of my tables again.

That familiar dance started once again. This time, however, I was smarter. I laid all my cards on the table. I propositioned her. I am delighted to say that she accepted.

Together we will make a unique, unstoppable pair.

I have set her up a room in my home. However, rewarding this arrangement will be, it will take time for us to grow accustomed to it. Until I am sure of her total loyalty and faithfulness to our situation, I have lined my door with gold. I can go to her but she cannot come to me.

I am going to seek out help. She will need refinement if she is going to become the huntress she seeks to be. I want her to be a ghost. I want it to be where only we know each other's secrets because as one knows a dead man tells no tales.