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Name
--First Name: Thessalia
--Middle Name: Miranda
--Maiden Name: Corsin
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Physical Description
--Height: 5'7”
--Weight: 107 lbs.
--Eye Color: Green
--Hair Color: Black
--Age: 24
Location
--Planet of Physical Origin: Vandelhelm
--Plane of Spiritual Origin: Hell (See bio for details)
Bio: (Note: The following bio is written in an *autobiography* format, and may be considered as a journal entry explaining the character's existence and recent past.)

Journal Entry

For starters, I was never born. I came into existence as the result of a lengthy genetic experiment. The doctor who did this was...well, really strange, as far as word around town went. He was reclusive, withdrawn in vast measures from society at large. Hell, I only saw him twice in my entire life before one of his later...'projects', was the word...killed him.

Unfortunately for me, that didn't save me from what seemed to be his lasting curse...which, ironically, had been summoned on me before I was even conceived in the damn test tube he had been mixing chemicals in. There were many days after we all found out that the doctor had been a demon-worshiper—more than I can count—where I wished that my parents had been able and willing to conceive the old-fashioned way. I'd have a nasty pair of vices (their smoking and drinking habits), but I'd rather have those than have to worry about a bunch of demons... the damn fierfeks.

Another part of the curse was a vampiric blood-lust. This, I didn't notice until I was already 6 years old. A few days after my 'birthday', the schoolyard bully decided that it would be fun to saunter up to me and crack my left wrist, causing the first real pain I had ever experienced in my life. The breakage was so bad that some of the bone structure near that joint pierced the skin...I considered myself lucky, in hindsight, that it didn't penetrate anything vital on its way out, but there was a small bone chip on the ground when it was all said and done. The wound was fortunately small enough that it only bled in a slow trickle, and didn't even start bleeding until the small chip itself had come free. What scared both of us was what happened next: almost willingly, I lifted my injured wrist to my mouth, and began to drink of the life-giving river of blood flowing from it...and I enjoyed doing it. One of the other kids gathered around called me a vampire...insulting, but eerily true. No matter how commonplace it is nowadays, that memory will always haunt me.

A handful of months later, the demonic forces inside came out. I woke up one night during fourth grade, a cold sweat all over me; I couldn't help but worry that my closest friend from class was going to die the next day, and that I'd be powerless to stop it, forced to watch the grisly spectacle unfold before me. Setting out for school that day was the hardest thing I'd ever done, but I did it anyway, and met up with my friend halfway through the walk.

A gust of wind met with us not too long after, blowing her homework into a busy street...and she was crazy enough to go after it. Being as small as she was, she was virtually invisible to the speeder approaching her, and I could almost see the vehicle ramming into her, the front end slamming into her skull just like it had in my haunting, restless sleep the night before. With a loud cry, I charged into the street, pushing her out of the way and taking the impact head on to the left side of my torso, and I could both feel and hear the lower rib bones shatter under the force of the impact.

When the event was all said and done, I had a bone fragment in my left lung, I couldn't breathe right for a few weeks, I couldn't walk right for the first one, and I was hooked up to an intravenous to make sure I didn't run low on blood because of my injuries. My friend was safe, for the moment. What upset me the most about that day was that my friend died anyway, after the demons made a third attempt on her a few months later.

The second attempt involved a toy of hers getting stuck on the roof of a short building in the schoolyard. When I noticed her falling, I rushed over to try and break her fall; yet again, I was out of school for a while with severe injuries. One week later, while I was still in the hospital recovering from being a makeshift landing pad, she died, and it pains me to remember how. It should be sufficient for me to say that I won't describe it here; I will mention that it somehow incorporated a butcher shop and a freak accident on an educational field trip.

Still, there's one event a few years down the road, just before I was about to start high school...it chills me to the very core of my being. Sure, I may be some sort of demon-child myself, but this had me so frightened, I've yet to get any reliable amount of sleep since. I was around 14 at the time... I mentioned earlier that I had to deal with demons due to some special circumstances surrounding my existence, but this was the most painful manifestation they'd ever made. I live with the wretched nightmare to this very day, unable to cleanse my spirit of the taint and the pain that have since then taken residence.

The night of the invasion, I barely slept, tossing and turning from the nightmares that assailed me. I could see my parents, cowering in fear as a dark force approached them, its claws held menacingly. When my father was decapitated by the brutish beast, I awoke with a loud scream of terror in my throat, terrified that they might actually be slaughtered like I had just seen.

The only other noise I heard in the house was...another scream, this one from my mother. As quick as I could, I rushed from my room to their room down the hall, arriving just a second too late...just in time to see the beast rip my father's head clean off, blood showering over everything in sight. Before I could even think of what was happening, the same fate befell my mother; by the time it was over, everything was soaked in blood.

When the violence was finished, blood still dripping down the walls and the bodies strewn in haphazard disarray, the giant monster turned to me; part of me thought that I was going to die right then and there, what with the look that it carried inside its burning red eyes. Instead, it did the most unspeakable of deeds; it knelt down before me, implying that it had been obeying my whim the entire time. I stood there in fright, unsure of what to make of the situation except to cry over the loss of the two people that I loved the most. When the monster finally vanished, I fell to my knees and wept for the rest of the night.

For the next two wretched, horror-filled years, I tried to go through high-school with at least a modicum of my sanity intact, avoiding sleep as if it were a murderous plague. In truth, it was; the demons fed off of my nightmares, turning them into reality as if obeying the commands of a devil. Pain was their watchword, death their native language, and blood-lust their favorite past-time. Having not seen them for a long time after they killed my parents, I thought they had finally disappeared; still, I didn't sleep. If I felt tired, I asked a nearby classmate to hit me hard enough to snap me out of it. I discovered the effects of caffeine pills and something called 'Jolt Cola'.

None of it helped.

By the start of my second year, I wasn't able to stay awake constantly; the stress was killing me, and it was either somehow find the courage to brave the nightmares, or probably die in the middle of class one day. My body made the choice for me during the first week of classes, and I fell into a deep sleep, waking up three days later. When I was told that three of my classmates were found dead the day before, their bodies mutilated almost beyond recognition, my first reaction was to lean over to the nearest barrel and vomit. Shortly after I was allowed to leave the hospital room I was in, I ran away from the town, never to return.

I finally finished my education a few years later, after having to start it all over again. Shortly after the graduation ceremonies, I heard a strange voice while I slept. It repeated the same message for three nights...something about a place of solace. Somehow, obeying it felt right...

OOC Stuff: In case anyone reading this is wondering, yes, this is Lance. I'm already on character #2. Not even a week in, no less. ;) Comments/criticism/etc. are welcome.

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