It is the beautiful bird that gets caged
-Chinese Proverb
My past is of no importance. I could leave it at that, but what the hell, I'll tell you. I was born to rather loving parents but on the very low end of the social ladder. My parents weren't homeless, but they were close. We lived in a very small house in homelessville. We were one of the lucky ones according to them. My mother would always let in those she could and it was rare that she and father got a full meal since they did what they could with their money to support everyone they could. I got the brunt of their effort however and I usually ended up with everything I needed. I learned early not to want at all unless I had the capability myself of getting what I wanted. As I started to get older, especially into my teen years, I noticed that I was starting to get a lot of looks from the men who came to stay at my house. Sometimes I felt a bit of pride, but most of the time the looks just bothered me. I ended up getting my own job at the age of 16 and it was then that I started to catch other eyes. The worst however, were the eyes of the manager himself. About a month into my job and one night when my parents were out of the house, he knocked on the door. I won't go into what happened that night, but I'm sure that you're smart enough to figure it out. It's one of the reasons that you won't find me hanging around Heinrich. And you thought it was just my looks, didn't you? Anyway, I got through it for the most part and when I turned 18, I headed off to college to take up studies there. With my intelligence, I got a full-ride scholarship. Yes, more looks. It was about then that I started to really hate my appearance. However, my hatred was only to grow as I was met after my first year by a group of men at night. This time, they didn't get what they wanted however. I was being watched by a vampire and he came to my rescue. The men were horrifed since this vampire looked very much like a zombie and they ran off. He convinced me into becoming one like him, a Samedi. For that I lost what there was to my school life yes, but it got rid of that horrid appearance that had pestered me all of my life. Five years have passed since then and my parents, I have found out, died about two years after their daughter's disappearance. Yes, I regret sometimes having to leave them like that, but they would not be happy with what I gave myself over to. I don't mind one bit. I enjoy being a rotting corpse. Because of it, I have no one giving me those looks anymore and there are somethings I really don't have to worry about. I stick mostly with Witapo when it comes to the side of the Chaos Sisters. The rest simply don't enjoy my presence overly much and why should they? I suppose the worst thing that could happen to me already has once. That would be giving me back the appearance that I gave up everything to lose. I enjoy being disgusting and I probably always will.
The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. There exists beauty within darkness, and darkness in the depth of beauty
-Virginia Wolf
-John Papazian