The Name I've Claimed: Axelle
My Years on this Plane: 18
Who I use to be: Summoned by a young witch in training to help control her powers, Axelle was brought from the "aether" as a familiar, a being to help those with magical powers control and focus them more than on their own. She served this witch for three years, during this time becoming like a friend, in her own youthful and cheerful mind, to the girl. Though this "girl" was now a young woman in need of money, though she kept this from her familiar, that she called "Jewel" due to the circlet like markings on the canine head of this female familiar. Using a spell through a different, darker familiar, the witch bound her first into a humanized form, a teenage female with hair that would entice buyers that didn't want innocent.
"Jewel" was chained and sold to the highest bidder, her red eyes pleading for release, as she was not unable to return to her place in the aether, where all summoned familiars are created from. She couldn't speak, and for another two years she was used once more for altering magic, but this time, she had no control, the spell making her only a conduit for the "master". This carried on until she was, actual age, ten years old. Then, her owners started changing from magical abilities to, other, things.
She was left bound most of the time, her masters seeing only her teenage form and not knowing her actual age as she was unable to speak until the spell started wearing off, mostly due to her second to last owner being a sorcerer and playing with magic best left alone to the unprepared.
His spell to make her submissive backfired, as he used dark magic for a perverse reason for a being made of magic in the first place. As she was summoned through blood, her eyes were naturally red, but his spell shifted her eyes to other colors, though blue made her become insane, berserk almost in her rage against any and everything. He managed to place another seal on her, thus destroying the old one, on her right eye.
He sold her quickly after, leaving a note with how to make her heel as he did so. Thus her life changed from bad to much, much worse. A werewolf male bough her, knowing her age and also about her more, darker, side. He wanted an unbroken young female, he got a perverse rush out of breaking them, and all of his older playthings weren't as fun anymore. Thus, he turned his evil intentions toward the unwilling female, beating and abusing her in every form possible, this going on from the age of fourteen to right before her eighteenth year on this plane. He had broken not only her body to his demands, but that of her spirit, leaving her hollow and empty on the inside.
He broke her from being her own being, forcing her into degrading acts for himself and others, as well as making her shift into animal form and eating only from his hand, controlling even what she ate and drank, as well as how much and when. She had nothing of her own freewill, her thoughts even gone from her to try escaping the pain and torment.
Once she was of no further use to him, she wouldn't even gain rage in her blue eyed form for him anymore, though everyone else received it, he forced her into animal form and shoved her into a too small cage, binding her limbs to the metal side with chains and securing her before throwing her into the back of a pickup and taking her somewhere he wouldn't have to look upon her weak form anymore. Tossing her out onto the steps, he drove off, leaving her without an idenity or will on the steps of until someone came out and found her there, with "Axelle" scrawled atop the metal cage in childish lettering. She soon learned that the place he left her at was known as 'Trinity Castle' and the person who found her was one of the Head-Mistresses, Ambrosia.
The Real Me: As "Jewel", Axelle was happy and Carefree, willing to do anything she could to help her summoner however she could. She slowly started losing her happiness and innocence as the years dragged on, though. Her views going from spells to the darker aspects of life she was never created to see.
Her rage makes her nearly impossible to control, the curse, as well as the pain she's endured, finally breaking free and trying to lash out at those who did her wrong, beings on this plane.
She still tries to keep her outlook that not all at like what she endured, but it'll take someone willing to try to break the armor she's woven around her soul and heart. She doesn't want to be harmed again, and just wants someone to understand who and what she is as a being, not what she can do for others.
What I was Made to Do: Magic of all kinds, from White to Black and everything in between; also able to shift into her animal form, which is a mix between fox and wolf; Keeping magic in check and increasing its input and output.
The Uniqueness that is Me: A seal placed upon her right eye to keep her in "normal" form. The Curse that activates when her eyes turn blue that turns her vicious unless the words: "Heel, spirit of blood." She was blood summoned, so her eyes are red from the blood, though that's the only thing to tell her apart from other summons, in that regard. Also, her hair changes to match her mood, the colors depending on her current owner and things like that.
