My Puppet Master: Fedelm
I Am Known As: Amphiri D’Anu
There are this many candles on my cake: 17 I am:Female
Height: 5’8 Weight: 140lbs
Hair: Obsidian Eyes: Sanguine
Species: Banshee
What i see when i look in a mirror:
Grade: 11th
Give Me more: Poetry, Laughter, Music, Candy, Kind Creatures.
Give Me less: Tears, Soul-Imps, Negative Creatures.
Story of my life: The Irish call my kind Banshee’s, a unfair name making us sound like wailing beasts. They say a banshee is a feminine spirit, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld.. This is not exactly a lie, those of my breed are able to sense when others are about to die.. we only weep because as we see this death, we also feel that soul’s lifetime of sadness.. their guilt and regrets at things they could never fix. The less we cry near a dying creature, the less sadness they have at their death. I myself am from Ireland, my family owning a small portion of land on the coast years ago. I was very small when a few of the locals of the nearest town came for us, they burned our home and killed my Parents.. I would have died as well if not for a strange twist of fate.
Laying in the burning embers of my home, numb and stained in my own blood, I was so afraid when a Black Dog came closer.. staring at me thoughtfully as my small hand reached for his paw-like foot. I still do not know why I reached out to the hound of death, or why I so trustingly expected him to save me from his master’s realm. I was raised as a good girl, god fearing and loving of the church.. to this day I still wear my mother’s cross necklace and pray. The beast saved me that night, binding my wounds and.. when I was healthy once more.. gave me the choice to work under him. I bound my essence to the scythe he gave me, and have protected souls ever since. My scythe is oddly sentient and I named him Arkain, serving as my blade or as a metal crow, teasing and at times taunting me as we travel hunting Soul-Imps.. Beasts that eat away souls regardless of if they are living or dead. I found this school by chance, and.. curious about it.. I enrolled.
My scythe is sarcastic and rude, at times a bit vicious or even cruel.. but he has always protected me. It pains me that members of the church try to hurt those in my school, being a daughter of the church myself I wish them no ill will.. but if I must I will fight them to protect those I care for. I am a slayer, not a reaper.. My only task is to kill creatures that would eat souls.
It’s the way I am: People tell me I am quiet, kind, and gentle.. That my smile is absent and bittersweet. I do tend to look at the sad things more than the happy, but I always try to cheer those around myself with friendly jokes or kind actions. It tears at my heart to see others cry, I would rather be hurt than to let those around me feel pain. I do not mind people seeing me as strange, talking aloud to my scythe though he need only whisper in my mind to share his opinion or thoughts.. And, when I must kill, I let my blade take over my body. He is ruthless, doing what needs to be done.. leaving me the memories and soothing me as I cry.
Power:
▲ The ability to alter/use her scythe Arkain.
▲ Protection Barriers, Holy Spells of Warding or Healing.
▲ Life Magic, the abilities such as Aura seeing and neutralizing Death Magic.
Weapons :
∆ I only need Arkain, a two-headed scythe that has a third diamond-shaped blade at the end of the shaft, and my fists/feet.
I Love: No One yet
Dorm room: 21
Best school subject: History, or Athletics.
Sport(s): Soft Ball, Kick Boxing.
After school activate(s): Normally Reading, or Hunting Soul-Imps. ( Parasites that eat away at souls)
Club(s): None have asked me.
The Devil's Trill
Quote:" May thee be Mine enemy, or Mine friend.. I shall pray for thy soul and wish thee only happiness in the next life." ( Her prayer for the dead.)
I Am Known As: Amphiri D’Anu
There are this many candles on my cake: 17 I am:Female
Height: 5’8 Weight: 140lbs
Hair: Obsidian Eyes: Sanguine
Species: Banshee
What i see when i look in a mirror:
Grade: 11th
Give Me more: Poetry, Laughter, Music, Candy, Kind Creatures.
Give Me less: Tears, Soul-Imps, Negative Creatures.
Story of my life: The Irish call my kind Banshee’s, a unfair name making us sound like wailing beasts. They say a banshee is a feminine spirit, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld.. This is not exactly a lie, those of my breed are able to sense when others are about to die.. we only weep because as we see this death, we also feel that soul’s lifetime of sadness.. their guilt and regrets at things they could never fix. The less we cry near a dying creature, the less sadness they have at their death. I myself am from Ireland, my family owning a small portion of land on the coast years ago. I was very small when a few of the locals of the nearest town came for us, they burned our home and killed my Parents.. I would have died as well if not for a strange twist of fate.
Laying in the burning embers of my home, numb and stained in my own blood, I was so afraid when a Black Dog came closer.. staring at me thoughtfully as my small hand reached for his paw-like foot. I still do not know why I reached out to the hound of death, or why I so trustingly expected him to save me from his master’s realm. I was raised as a good girl, god fearing and loving of the church.. to this day I still wear my mother’s cross necklace and pray. The beast saved me that night, binding my wounds and.. when I was healthy once more.. gave me the choice to work under him. I bound my essence to the scythe he gave me, and have protected souls ever since. My scythe is oddly sentient and I named him Arkain, serving as my blade or as a metal crow, teasing and at times taunting me as we travel hunting Soul-Imps.. Beasts that eat away souls regardless of if they are living or dead. I found this school by chance, and.. curious about it.. I enrolled.
My scythe is sarcastic and rude, at times a bit vicious or even cruel.. but he has always protected me. It pains me that members of the church try to hurt those in my school, being a daughter of the church myself I wish them no ill will.. but if I must I will fight them to protect those I care for. I am a slayer, not a reaper.. My only task is to kill creatures that would eat souls.
It’s the way I am: People tell me I am quiet, kind, and gentle.. That my smile is absent and bittersweet. I do tend to look at the sad things more than the happy, but I always try to cheer those around myself with friendly jokes or kind actions. It tears at my heart to see others cry, I would rather be hurt than to let those around me feel pain. I do not mind people seeing me as strange, talking aloud to my scythe though he need only whisper in my mind to share his opinion or thoughts.. And, when I must kill, I let my blade take over my body. He is ruthless, doing what needs to be done.. leaving me the memories and soothing me as I cry.
Power:
▲ The ability to alter/use her scythe Arkain.
▲ Protection Barriers, Holy Spells of Warding or Healing.
▲ Life Magic, the abilities such as Aura seeing and neutralizing Death Magic.
Weapons :
∆ I only need Arkain, a two-headed scythe that has a third diamond-shaped blade at the end of the shaft, and my fists/feet.
I Love: No One yet
Dorm room: 21
Best school subject: History, or Athletics.
Sport(s): Soft Ball, Kick Boxing.
After school activate(s): Normally Reading, or Hunting Soul-Imps. ( Parasites that eat away at souls)
Club(s): None have asked me.
The Devil's Trill
Quote:" May thee be Mine enemy, or Mine friend.. I shall pray for thy soul and wish thee only happiness in the next life." ( Her prayer for the dead.)
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