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The Slaying

"Sibylle Du Seraphine Dans Les Flammes is my god damned name, and if you forget it, you'll burn in the hell-sustained trench you belong to.

But please, while we're getting acquainted-so, feel free to just call me Sib; but never Sibby, or I'll slice your throat."

Job: Slayer; Beasts of the occult and otherwise that she slays includes vampires, werewolves, trolls, spirits, humans, dragons, etc.

"Any beast that terrorizes the innocent is no friend of mine." - Sibylle

Weapon(s): She has double guns, one concealed on the inside pocket of each side of her jacket. Both single-handed guns, more useful than any other. They may not be fancy in design, but their capabilities are amazing, beyond any other handheld guns.

Also, a knife is concealed within her garter; a small sheath if you will, holding the knife tight so no accidents occur in her own body motions and dealings. It is rigid for blunt cuts, but manages to get the job done.

"Slides in quickly and easily, pulls out fast and rough.

...the knife you perverts!" - Sibylle

Time period: Sibylle is the age of 22. But she barely takes her own age into account, all she cares about is how strong she persists to become every day that passes. She is the unknown judge of Heaven or Hell. She is the defendant to the weak, and the destructor to the unfair. Her strength is unparalleled, but there is so much more left to say within her hungry eyes.

"Yes, I was born in the year of 1985. February 14th, 1985 to be exact for you. In French that's Février 14th, 1985." - Sibylle

The time period is current; yet she exists only in your mind.

Sexuality:

"Straight, what else would I be? Crooked? I do not wish to spawn a child anytime soon anyways.." - Sibylle

Personality: Sibylle is a tired tale of day's of old. Typical in life, no matter how long it has been; she has had her fair share of troubles and tell-tale demands. She shows as unhappy outright, aloof you could say. But she is incredibly intelligent in her ways about things. For someone her age you wouldn't expect her to see with such a clairvoyance to the world. She wants to avenge her friends and family, but that could only lead to something much greater. The innocent. She is a hero among the smaller people, and a devil to the perpetrators. She can see through any lie or trickery. Without this vision, nay would she live the way she does.

Pain had gained a fair share of her life; pressure has clung to the fibers of her mind and heavy heart. She is so much stronger than this though, and she knows it. She'll gladly spin into a battle with the will of many. Sibylle gathers the strength of the unknown and oppressed and can manage through any triumph. She's not very needy on the outside, but on the inside she's nothing but a scared little girl trying to gain what she lost back, so long ago.

Though she is strong, "bad-a**" if you will, she still has a fair share of human vulnerabilities.

"I'm more than meets the eye." - Sibylle
 

Plot For a Little Bit - Camu Tao

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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Real Life Sib

Ok, if you couldn't already tell my real name is not Sibylle. It's Stefanie. You can use Stef all you want, but call me Steffy and I tear your head from your shoulders. I'm a 17 year old girl who lives in Massachusetts, I like to write, draw, take photographs and I'm currently trying to major in either floriculture or computer graphics. I consider myself a nice person to talk to, I'm very timid around new people but once you get to know me I can be a barrel-of-fun.

I'm a single female who recently broke up with her boyfriend of a little over a year. This is not my first account, nor my main. I just tend to use it more to post lately than my real main. My main is Micro Queen and I used to also be called Ki` until I stupidly changed my name then realized I couldn't get it back. I hope to change it back to a variation of Ki soon since people have complained.

The Innocent Threat

Part Two

[her face was directed downwards once more, the sparkle in her eye faded away when her two glowing eyes looked back up in my direction; I could feel a sudden wave of horror coming into her presence, this was one of those dark secrets no one likes to tell...]

Sibylle: That was the night that changed my life.

I was standing by the water, my mother of course, not too far behind. She was by my side as always, watching carefully over her nine-year-old daughter. I was everything to her, as she was to me. My father was just coming home; I remember this all like such a vivid dream. A dream you see, feel like you can grasp in your hand, but when you go to close your palm it disappears.

I turned to my mother, she smiled in my direction, and I was wide-eyed as I stared at her. Those were the last few moments I would ever see from her, her smile is the one thing that would never fade from my memory.

Out of nowhere a large beastly thing, something I had never seen in my entire life was walking in my mother's direction. A shocked look on my face was all I could emote at the time, nothing else. She looked at me, "Sib, what's wrong?"

I wondered to myself "Can she see that? Doesn't she see that?"

I screamed those words in my mind over and over. "Mère! No! Look out!"

The beast, a gleam grew in its eye like starlight. It was huge, now that I think of it. Possibly much larger and darker than a human. It was hunched, hollow eyed, and it had large claw-like hands. Extensions grew from its biceps, large black extensions. They looked somewhat like warped tentacles. It had visible thorns ripping apart its legs, it had the appearance that a plant was growing from inside of the beast. It was a horrible, horrible sight to behold. It must have been twenty feet high..

In those seconds I stared into her eyes, my own widened, all I could see was her smile fade away. Every last trace of happiness she had in her eyes, disappeared. I'm assured even in the darkness, she could see the misted glow the beast created from behind her in a reflection in my eyes. And just like that, it took a swipe.

With it's gigantic claw-like arms, it took a swipe...

[at this point in the interview, she looked away entirely from me, and hid her hands in her face. I wasn't too sure if she was either trying to remember, or to forget. We took a few minutes break, and she decided it was time to get back on track in her story]

Sibylle: W...where did I leave off?

[the smile that had grown weary earlier was back, she was good as new in my eyes]

Claud: He took a swipe at your Mother, I'm afraid Sibylle. Care to tell more?

Sibylle: Yes, I remember now, how could I forget? I shall continue from where I left off.

He took a swipe at my mother, I couldn't believe my eyes. Shock could only further grow, as does a plant with sun and water. It impaled her, with its claws. It tore at her skin, and mauled her beautiful face, so smiles could no longer creep across her face. It dove into her chest, with such a hate, such an anger..I had never felt something this strong in my life. I felt every last bit of pain she did as it tore her apart right in front of me..

Her arms were ripped from the sockets, her torso completely shredded, as was her legs broken and thrown into the water. Never did I know that water could bleed. The waterside was washed with blood. Before its attention moved away from her body for a moment, its lips curled in a defiant snare; whatever lips it had at least. What was this thing? It then disposed of her rattled and ripped body, I believe it tossed what remained to the fish that trembled in the waterside. This is why earlier I told you of how dangerous something as simple as water can be, but why did it have to take her? Why did it have to take the most kind and beautiful woman the world had ever seen? That I did not know, but even though I was frozen in terror, I knew I had to hide.

It's one thing to watch something so horrible happen, but it's another thing to have it happen to you. I ducked underneath the nearby bushes and various other water dwelling plants. It did not see me, hopefully and would not come to attack me. I trembled, I was scared nearly lifeless as my own mother was that night. But what would father think of this? I did not know, and I didn't want to know until the beast was long gone.

I could have sworn from my memory that I stayed there for the rest of the night, hoping it wouldn't return to the spot I remained in. I had no knowledge of that horrifying thing. What could it have been? Why was it here? Why did it chose her to attack?

Ombre, "shadow" is what I called it. I hadn't slept the entire night, I cried, perhaps I made the water much less shallow that night with my own tears.

I ran home; it was the only thing I could do. But what stopped me short was the way things looked. It looked strange; odd to me. Something was different but I couldn't tell what. I stared into my own reflection in the glass door for a good ten minutes before I remembered that my purpose was to go inside. I opened the door, the old handle screeched at me like a perroquet ("parrot"). I searched the house for my father, but to no avail did I find him. "Père! Pèreeee! Where are you?"

I walked as if I was stuck in a pool of quicksand mixed with molasses. I was slow, depressed, a heavy heart; but I needed to find him to tell him though I doubted he could believe a child as they typically make up their own fairy tales and nightmare horrors. He loved his wife more than I did; I didn't know how to say anything except for "Mother is gone."

I searched the house for quite a while before I came to the end of the house, the very end of the world to me when I saw it. There was a note on the dresser, no father, no nothing..just a note.

The note was written by my father, he said that there was a beast outside the house, crawling up to the windows; and it was gnawing away at the windows and house siding. He had to escape or it would kill him.

But what he also mentioned struck me to believe he was long dead as well as my mother. "whatever this thing is, it is incredibly fast and large and seems to be completely black, a gleam in its eye"

I knew it must have caught him, but with any lucky he'd still be alive. Hell, I'm still searching.

Not finished, will be done soon