The Slayer
Interview; [FAQ]
Reporter Claud Berkeley: Bonjour Sibylle. How are you feeling today? Light with your heart and heavy in the head?
Sibylle: ...well, I do believe you could indeed say that. I always have a lot on my mind, of course, not as much as some people out there.
[she smiled frankly in my direction; "What brilliantly colored eyes," was all I could think to myself as her eyes lit up at first words she was able to speak to me]
Claud: Dear dear, do tell me what are your thoughts on new people? Do you enjoy meeting others?
[I lowered the mic slightly, waiting to watch for her eyes to light up once more in her own thoughts]
Sibylle: Of course I love to meet new people, if I didn't then I wouldn't be here today. Yes, I'm more quiet and shy as I meet new people, but that won't stop me from smiling and getting more comfortable in their presence. Meeting new people, watching their movements and actions, is typically what I do. My niche, if you will, Claud.
[I proceeded to move my mic back into place, and looked her straight in the eyes]
Claud: Brilliant, brilliant! If I do say so myself, you are quite eloquent with your words Sibylle!
Now riddle me this; How about the juicy bits on love? What's your take? Do you love another?
[her eyes narrowed, I could tell this may have been a soft spot for her; perhaps it was the one question she didn't want to hear spoken in her direction]
Sibylle: Yes..you know, love is a tough topic for the best of us, eh? You can never really tell until you're ready, and I must say I'm not sure if I'm ready to dive directly into the pool of love we see today. The world is changing, things modernizing, life is blooming and bursting all around us.
[she looked down and sighed as if slightly depressed by the one topic she seems to know the most about; she continued]
Who's to ever say that love is right, or wrong for that matter? Is it our place to judge? Love is something much greater than anyone could ever comprehend. To be frank, Claud, love for me is a slow dance.
[she paused, and looked up into my own eyes, her presence was strong; she continued once more after a deep breath]
A slow dance, indeed..you start off slowly, and move in, you move in gracefully. Things all fall into place around you, the mood is set, and finally you are just completely overtaken by this presence of a new emotion you've never felt before. It is broad, washing over your body, through your very veins that pump life into you. As compared to an adrenaline rush, it completely overwhelms you to the point where you just want to fall to the ground, singing and rolling around in the dirt like a completely fool.
It's a brilliant feeling; but at the moment, the spark for me has faded away. Until it returns, I'll stay on track with myself and my own mind. I would rather be honest and analytical than flapping around like a bird in my own insanity. Let's say commitment is a fear for me as well; it's quite stressful, Claud; the only reason for this we can say is because everything I ever loved, or tried to love has flown out the window. They have passed their course in my life, and that's all there is left to say about it.
[her eyes suddenly had more shine to them than before, possibly a tear dwelling on the inside of her eye lid]
Love is one thing I'm not ready for, but I'll know when I am. I'm a general hopeless romantic. I stand with those I bond to, they are my hope, my dreams, and my family. I'll do anything to defend some of them; and at the moment I like to take care of both myself and they; I am a hero both ways in my own mind.
[a tear left the safety of her tear ducts, and crawled slowly down her cheek; touching, I must say]
Claud: Well well, that was certainly quite a mouthful of an answer you gave; very sincere and touching. May I ask one more question m'love?
[she leaned in, completely recovered from the last question and nodded]
Sibylle: Well why the hell not? Go right ahead!
Claud: Ok, here goes nothing, or anything..whatever it is, open your mouth because here comes the train! Do you care to tell me your past? What happened to you to make you the slayer you are today? What gave you such great strength to make the innocent and guilty alike know who you are, and admire you so much?
[she turned her head slightly, and looked upwards, clearly in thought on where to start]
Sibylle: Well, as most of you already know, my full name is Sibylle Du Seraphine Dans Les Flammes. Yes, some may see it as a long name, but once you know the meaning of it, you'll understand. The name its self means "prophetess of the burning one in the flames". This name means so much more to me than what it comes off as in the first place. I'm a bird of flight, and no one can touch me.
I was born Février 14th, 1985. Février is February, for those who do not already know. I'm a slayer, I kill the beasts that haunt us. May it be a concoction of a simple mind gone insane, or a beast that grew from the ground on its own, I'll take care of it. I've always had this anger for injustice; why would people allow such a thing to happen..just allow it to pass by? You're simply not incapable to stop it you know. It's very simple to help things along and change them for the better.
I was born in Nantes, France. The waterfront always attracted me. The coast is the most beautiful sign of nature sometimes; though the depths tend to hold deep secrets of human, and otherwise, nature. Humans have been killed by water, though it looks so sweet, and so happy, it can trap you alive. Water drowns the faithful, and the lonely. As a child I always had an interest in cathedrals and castles; they fascinated me. I never knew such gorgeous architecture could exist until I saw the ones in parts of Nantes. The Cathedral of St. Peter and St. Paul was my first sight to behold. How is such a beautiful work of art possible? People go to churches to tell their insecurities to someone, anyone, themselves.
They pray that they can simply make it through the day, it is their fountain of imaginary hope. But we'll never know for sure if someone is listening somewhere. Through spider webs, empty corridors, lonely waters, darkened stairways; there is always someone..or something..listening to our hopes and dreams. Everything we think, or say out loud to ourselves. When you think you're alone, chances are you're not. And this is why I became a slayer. I work on taking care of every last damned threat visible to the eye, and otherwise. People don't deserve to be threatened, especially the innocent. I do not harm the weak, nor the sweet of soul. It may be a werewolf, but what if it does not bite it's prey? I could never imagine to hurt an innocent, beastly or otherwise. But if I hear harm has been done, or is planned to be done, I will take matters into my own hands.
As for my past, are you sure you wish to know further? I can babble on as long as I need to get my point drilled into someone's head, I must warn you.
[she nodded her head and gestured towards myself]
Claud: Wow, just as I was getting into this! You may continue, it's a very interesting tale, Sibylle.
Sibylle: Well, I just needed to be assured you wished to hear my entire take on this. It can be very strenuous and boring to listen to someone like me ramble on all day. Ok, let us begin. I was born as you know, on Valentine's Day. February 1985; in Nantes, France. My parents were excited to see that their long awaited child was here; of course, any parent is, am I correct?
I grew up with the name Sibylle, my mother and father both called me Sib for short sometimes, I was always fond of that nickname. It made me feel welcomed. Sometimes they'd take me to the water, other times I'd wander off alone to it myself. It always had a calling to me. Not only that but the sky as well, especially during cold nights, cold autumn nights, the water spilling over to the shore, telling it all its secrets...
I grew to about the age of seven, I loved the world, I never saw any dark side of it, except for the unknown. I could never stand not knowing, or being able to ever know at all. Yet, I stood there against the darkness and spoke to myself all the time. I acted tough, puffed up my chest, and shouted "I'm not afraid of you!" but no matter how many times I said that, I was always still afraid. I loved my parents, as an only child they were the only ones who could ever make me smile. They gave me everything, even with little money sometimes a holiday made my day brighter knowing that all I'd ever need was a hug, a kiss, and an "I love you sweetie" and I was on my way to happiness. I never understood why bad people did the things they did, what child does? Bad people in my eyes, were the ones who stole. They stole hearts, objects, and lives in my eyes. All I could ever think was, "why?"
I grew and grew everyday, in both knowledge and spirit; until eventually everything ended swiftly. When it did come to a harsh end, I was confused, hurt, and I just wanted to run, run long and far. My world came crashing to a sudden halt.
[she slowly let her head hang, and stared at her hands -- she twitched them, moved them back and forth and ran her index finger along the lines in her palm, I could tell something surprising was near to come from her tired mouth]
One night, one of those autumn nights I spoke of so lovingly, no less; something more horrible happened to me than anything I could have ever imagined. I grew up with a smile on my face, and a light hearted blush to my cheek, little did I know that I would continue to grow, but with an old grimace, aloof, tired, angry, my heart would be heavy.
End of P.1 of the interview folks! Please do read onto part two, The Innocent Threat, to see the continuation of her story.
Weapon description
The 'Machine Pistols'
Sib has two of these, no matter which type of designated outfit she sports she always has space for two to be stored; may it be in pockets or in her hands. The description for a "machine pistol" is as follows;
"A machine pistol is a submachine gun that is capable of automatic fire in the form of a handgun. Machine pistols are magazine-fed and self-cocking. These weapons are capable of automatic or burst fire, and being the size of a pistol are able to be held - but usually not fired - comfortably in one hand. The 1932 Mauser Model 712 'SchnellFeuer', a modification of Mauser's 1896 design, is notable as the first widely accepted and mass-produced machine pistol." [Wikipedia]
These can sometimes be difficult to control on some terms. Machine pistols are best used in a situation of fast-paced combat for their small size and large damage infliction ability.
Secondary Weapons; (in case of emergency, break glass)
The 'Winchester Call-Out' Dagger
The Winchester company is best known for their cutlery; items of their creation are real and dangerous. The description of the Winchester Call-Out is as described;
"9 1/2" overall. 4 3/4" black coated stainless partially serrated drop point blade. Full tang. Black anodized aluminum handles. Black nylon belt sheath."
The blade is jagged in the middle and pointed, sharpened on the tip. Winchester also creates another type of blade that was Sibylle's first dagger. The Winchester Riot Dagger.
"9 3/8" overall. 4 7/8" stainless black coated double edge dagger blade. Black rubber handle and guard. Black leather belt/boot clip sheath."
*All weapons described on this page are real items of weaponry, if interested please do research them for further knowledge. Not I nor do anyone I know owns these weapons, and they are very dangerous in any hands.
The Beloved Nantes
Nantes, France
"Nantes (Breton: Naoned; Gallo: Naunnt) is a city in western France, near the Atlantic coast, with 711,120 inhabitants in the metropolitan area at the 1999 census. Nantes is the capital of the Pays de la Loire région, as well as the prefecture of the Loire-Atlantique departement. It is also the most important city of historic Brittany, though now a part of the current Pays de la Loire administrative region. Nantes is a green city, and is also known, according to its citizens and a French magazine Le Point, the most pleasurable and peaceful city to live in France, and also as mystic as Paris can be." [Wikipedia]
"Pleasurable and peaceful? That's what I once believed as well.." - Sibylle
Castles and Churches of Nantes; (The dwelling for the typical creature, and the ray of hope as well)
* Chateau des Ducs de Bretagne (castle of the Dukes of Brittany)
* Cathedrale Saint Pierre(Cathedral Saint-Peter Saint-Paul)
* Eglise Saint Nicolas (Saint Nicolas church)
* Eglise Sainte Croix (Holy Cross church): Located in the medieval part of the city near the castle, this church looks alike the Big Ben in London, with its four clock on each side of the top. [Wikipedia]
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