(For the record, she has dark red eyes, almost black, and there is a white hood attached to her cape.)- At birth they gave me a name, though in truth I am
- Midna de Philopannyx
Should you desire to know, I am
- a female.
When the last age passed I had seen
- If you are referring to my age, then I am 27 in human years.
When not in the heat of battle I must admit I'm
- Heterosexual, although I highly doubt I would ever find someone who would return my feelings...
My parents' blood runs through my veins and makes me
- Half human, and half demon.
Beneath what you see is another being
My heart shows my outlook
- I am quiet and reserved, for good reasons. I prefer to observe conservations rather than be a part of them. When I feel the need to speak, my voice betrays my cold and distrusting personality, even though I try my best to be polite. it could because I'm socially awkward. I could also be described as a cryptic person, never directly stating my opinion. Although some may accuse me of being rude, I do have some kindness in my heart. My secretly sympathetic emotions are those I try to hide, simply because they could be exploited, but they reveal themselves when I attempt to aid someone in need.
My mind recounts experience
- My life? What is there to say? I have lived a miserable existence because of my birth; I am the joint creation of a human and a demon. My mother, Philopannyx, or Nyx as she sometimes is referred to, was a demon...a Succubus, to be precise. My father, a human by the name of Yuri Palfrey, was her innocent human victim. When they met in a forest, she seduced him into falling for her. It succeeded, and she became pregnant with me. Nyx terminated the relationship with my father by draining the last few drops of life in his body. He died within a few hours. And so I never got to meet my father.
After I was born and grew older, Nyx tried to entice me into joining her "escapades", which truly met hunting and killing humans. I refused to do so; I saw the wrongness of her actions and was horrified at what my mother was doing. Eventually I did run away from my mother as soon as I could (I was about 14 years old when I did), but she found me six years later. Nyx attempted to capture me, but I had grown strong enough to fend her off. I am a self-taught mage by my own right, and had trained myself through intensive practice and meditation when I had escaped her last. During the fight, though, my dark powers were suddenly unleashed, and I accidentally banished Nyx back into the netherworld. I suppose it was what some people call, "a happy accident." In any case, I have not seen her since.
Since I regret my birth but I am unable to do anything about it, I have devoted my life to never work on the side of the evil and help others in any way I can. However, I am not trusted by the people. Some can sense my demonic sense and therefore stay away from me, which I suppose is understandable. But it wounds me a little to know that there is no one there for me. All my life, I have learned to be independent and rely only on myself. A part of me yearns to belong, but I know that I cannot. The people will never accept a damned soul who can never go to Heaven...
My blade stays but a minute for
- - meditation
- solitude
- the countryside
- the night
- someone who is willing to trust me, which may never be...
Take heed you'll only infuriate me with
- - calamity/chaos/anarchy
- other demons
- aggressive behaviour
- cities, big or small
- people who want to hunt me down because of my race
When the time comes to cross blades
I fight for the side of
- the good, even though I am part demon.
Carrying my fury is my
- sword, which you can see I hold beside me. I use it mainly for defense.
Within me is power unimaginable
- Magic is my offense. I am a powerful black mage, specializing in dark magics. I do not condone necromancy and therefore do not use it. However, even though I can cast other types of elemental magics, I cannot cast white magic in any way, shape, or form. Inevitably, this would also mean that I am incapable of healing. It would seem my powers are bent upon destruction... To my horror and utter disgust, I have, unfortunately, inherited my mother's ability for taking the life force of humans. I have refused to use this ability, no matter what. Also, my aura when I'm casting is
The one pulling my strings is...
The Katastrophe
