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~Asexual~Female~She/Her~

They Say That Chau Was The Darkest Of The Pack. They Were Not Wrong.

While the others are traditionally born during the daylight hours, she was not. Her name literally means "born at night". Her spirit was tainted by that. She is a natural leader, thriving off the weakness and fear of any creature below her. Scavenging is for the weak, for the outcasts and the rogues in her opinion. Having once been a medic, Chau has an advantage over other traitors: the ability to hunt, fight and heal herself without requiring the help of anyone else. More than anything though, she is bloodthirsty and has no mercy.

Negative Characteristics and Traits:

• Arrogant
• Pessimist
• Sarcastic
• Manipulative

Positive Characteristics and Traits:
[*] Good Sense Of Humour
[*] Reliable
[*] Loyal
[*] Protective

Themesong:
Castle - Halsey

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Why all the items?

The horn strings - Her horn strings were given to her by her childhood best friend as a parting gift. He vowed that even though she had been exiled, she could always count on him, and he promised he couldn't ever forget her. She is paranoid about losing it.
The skull - To hide her face, to prevent others seeing her true emotions. Sure, it reveals her mouth and eyes, but there's more to expressions that that.
The beaded necklace - Although it's rumoured that this was given to her by a childhood sweetheart, Chau has never revealed how she received them. She only wears them to show her wealth.
The hidden pendant - Only the most observant viscets will notice the presence of the pendant, which is usually buried beneath the mass of other various necklaces. It was given to her when she finished her apprenticeship to become a medic. It symbolises to others she does know how to heal and treat injuries. She hides it to prevent other animals approaching her for help.
The string of feathers - She doesn't consider the feather necklace to be a necklace, and so she calls it the string of feathers. She only has it to brighten up her appearance. It was stolen from an unfortunate battle victim of hers.
The paw covers - Nobody really knows what animal these came from, except herself of course, as with the skull and tail cover (who knows, they could be all different). It is said that those who have killed or harmed a creature purposely have their paws and aura tainted with the scent of blood. The bones block this scent from transmitting from her onto another animal.
The tail cover - The tail cover is more of a sign to other animals that she is a rogue, exiled from a pack. It was attached to her tail the very day she was banished. She, unlike others in the same situation, actually loves the tail cover.

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• Now then, sweet-pea, are you going to just sit there staring or are you going to come have some... fun. Let's play a game. You leave my territory or I kill you like the last person who dared set foot on my land.
• The sounds of knuckle cracking does make me smile, but bones breaking is definitely preferable. Especially when I'm to blame.
• Aw, don't cry. I've not said anything too soul crushing yet.
• Why do you hate the shadows? They only seem scary because they've betrayed you. I guess their too busy serving me to acknowledge you.
• Despair? Pain? I sprinkle that in my coffee. Tastes as bitter as the tears you shed.

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She snickered gently, finding the fact that she had just been kicked out of the pack humorous if that. Chau padded through the darkness, her newly clad tail dragging behind her from the weight of the bones. The scent of blood still clung to her fur, but faintly. To think I'd been treated like royalty before that... incident... The female let out a hearty laugh, and the hyena bid the task of chasing her from the territory cowered away from the female, thinking that the murderous medic was mentally insane.

All of a sudden, she stopped. Her mottled body twisted to face those with the duty of removing her. "Appears you silly mortals forgot who I am. Don't come crawling back to me, tail between your legs when that foolish alpha of yours can't find a new place to stay." The two bulkiest males glanced at one another while the smaller males and females tutted. "This is my territory. You appear to have forgotten that." As soon as the words rolled off her tongue in a snarl, she was charging at the small group. She scratched the slowest two with her horns before whacking them straight out the way with the sides of them and then at the sound of their allies shrill shrieks, the remaining three ran with more courage than before, sending a cloud of mud and dust behind them. Within minutes, the area where the pack had been was deserted from the fear that Chau was going to attack the pups.

I am now a story they'll threaten the kids with. How I'll enjoy to see their terror struck faces when they're older. She scoured the area where the carcasses of the prey they ate was, the graveyard if you will. She took a skull from an antelope's skeleton and quickly dipped it in the river they'd drank from. Fitting the skull over her face, she whispered a few words in a hushed tone. "You've seen better days, m'lady. You can help me disguise my face though, my dear antelope. Protect me from their teeth and claws and let me break no bones either, or you'll be saying ciao to your siblings and children. They'll be joining you with Hades."

She Is One To Be Feared. That Is All We Know.

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CAN I AOPT THIS ONE.
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ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ
Has no real name.
Whenever asked she will say:
'I'm Nobody'
"ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇʀ"
ᴅғᴀʙ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴠᴏɪᴅ

"It wakes..." Came a raspy voice, piercing through the darkness that shrouds you. You blink, attempting to adjust your eyes, though no matter how much you blink or how many times you rub your eyes, you found that the darkness never fade. This was true darkness, not a sliver of light surrounding you, you could not see outlines of your hands, which were inches from your face. A chuckle, came, as if the other could actually see your struggle through the darkness. " Here, let me help you..." A flare of light, small, but it was light! You caught sight of a masked figure, golden slit eyes through the skull mask it wore. Your heart sank and fear began to creep up your spine, leaving a cold chill running through you. You were in a cave, tiny, no bigger than what would allow the two of you and a few collections of...You shift your body, causing a scrape at your feet. Bones? More bones...Your body tense as you search around you, seeing nothing but bones. You panic, searching one way, then the other, but there was no way out, you were simply in a hole that seemed to have no entrance or exit whatsoever. Yet again a chuckle, this time it grew, slowly becoming a horrid cackling laughter. "No way out! There's no way out! Well, maybe..." A grin stretch over the maw of the figure, which held the flickering candle. Pressing your back against the nearest wall of the cave you watch the golden eyed figure. "You've gone and done someone wrong...dear..." It spoke to you, those words almost like a coo, as if the creature enjoyed what it was telling you. "I am here acting as their vengeance. I am their justice...However..." It allow a moment of silence, using a bone it had recently plucked from the floor as a toothpick. " I will make this fun..." The creature lower the candle, turning so that it could remove something from behind it...Cards....Sitting the candle down, the cards were shuffled. " Let's see here...Three's the magic number today...how about that?" It spoke, moving to shuffle the bones between the two of you this way and that, clearing out some room so that she could begin laying the cards down. In all there were twelve cards, the backs were a simple black in color, no defining features at all, just straight black. You look from the cards to the creature in confusion, hoping for an answer. " You have three chances. One of these cards is your ticket to freedom. Find the card with a door on it and you can go free! The rest...well...you'll see..." Hesitantly you look from those golden eyes to the cards. What were your options? You couldn't find a way out, and this creature was absolutely frightening, you didn't think you could win a fight against it even if you tried. So, taking your chances with the cards, you move to tap the first one, picking it up and flipping it over. All that was depicted on it was an eye and the letter L. "Oooh! Left eye! I love the eyes!" Chuckling, it shoo you on." Two more!" Setting the card aside, you look over the cards a moment before taking another, this one showing an arm and the letter R. "Ah! Oooh that's good! One more! Hurry up now! I'm getting excited!" You glance to the creature, watching as it lick it's maw almost hungrily, it was drooling visibly as well. You were trembling, now, your heart beating like a drum in your chest, your body covered in a cold sweat. It was clear fear had you tight in it's hold and you debated once more on taking your chances in attacking the creature. In the end, though, you reach out, touching one card, then another, and finally settling on one. Flipping the card over you found tears rising to your eyes as you look at it. A tongue..was all that was depicted. "Ah! I will do that one last! I wouldn't want you to drown on..." The creature laugh as you began turning over the other cards, searching frantically for the card with the door. Head...arm, tail, eye...teeth...You turn every single card over, but there was no door. "Oh-ho-ho-ho!" Laugh the creature. "Seems I've been caught! I'm sorry! There was no door." The creature began to rise. "Did you actually think there was a way out? Ah, no...Don't be stupid..." The creature step forward, closing the distance between you, leaving you trembling against the wall once more. " I mentioned you've wronged someone...and that someone wants you to suffer as you've made them suffer..." The coo was in the creatures voice once more, it's face lowering to press it's nose against your own, fowl, stinking, hot breath falling over you now, almost causing you to choke from it. " An eye for an eye, they say..." Cackling laughter burst from the creature just as it's tail shot down, smashing the candle and leaving darkness swallowing the room once more. Your own cries of anguish rising to mingle with the laughter of the Devourer.




ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: More often than not, she is a neutral creature. However, should someone seek out her services, she will be eerily compassionate, to the point of petting, caressing, nuzzling, and even gifting of edible treats like candies and chocolates. To her 'Prey' or 'Targets' she will be quite cruel, teasing and playing with them, usually 'gifting' them with false hope before utterly crushing them between her paws. She is always rough, though, there always being 'just a little too much' force behind her touch. Whether done knowingly or not, it is not known. To some she could be considered good, to some she could be considered evil. She considers herself neither. She never helps for free, there will always be some form of payment to seek out a target, so she does not feel she is doing favors for anyone, as it is just a job. She favors the darker side of things, when one gets down to it. Strange things can please her, such as death, or torture devices, or even just a simple bone collection. She is not insane, by any means, though some, again, tend to think that she is. She is simply a dark creature which enjoys darker things. She seems to enjoy her job, especially when it comes to hurting others. She is exceptionally good at this, and quite creative in her methods of doing so, as well.


ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs "ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇʀ"?: She is and has always been known as 'The Devourer'. But she also goes by titles such as 'Wishmaster' or 'Enchantress' or 'The Nobody'. Most titles are whispered among the surrounding villages with fear, though this does not stop people from coming to see her. She 'devours' naughty children (though this is just a tale. She rarely ever deals with children, as she deems them 'innocent') It is adults that she truly deals with. Should someone feel they have been wronged, or have been abused in any way, they can visit 'The Devourer'. This is never done without risk, though, as if the devourer feels that someone is being childish or petty, they may be the one to be devoured. Should a contract be made, though, payment will always be something extreme. Typically it is a sacrifice of some sort. Whether the sacrifice be ones sight, speech, an ability, talent, or skill, or something physical that they had brought with them or have elsewhere. Payment must be made in order for the contract to be sealed. Once the contract is sealed, the Devourer will seek out and deal appropriate punishment to the one whom had wronged the one she had entered the contract with. Typically she will deal out equal suffering to her prey or target, as is part of the contract. After a contract is complete and both parties had paid their part, it is typically never spoken of again.

Should one choose to seek her out for a wish, a similar contract is formed, though there are times when a 'pending' contract will be formed. If someone wishes for a skill, or for sight, or for love...These wishes can only be granted if she has the item being wished for in her 'stores'. This is what makes the contracts so important, as she can grant sight to someone wishing for it if she had taken it from another during a previous contract. Wishes are easier when they are physical, though, or something simple, such as sight, speech, or a simple talent such as singing or painting. These gifts are easily taken through contracts.


ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴠɪsᴄᴇᴛ sᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴜʀᴇs...

Oᴍᴀ 6:12-19
And so Omalga, the Great God, stood before The Devourer and said "I see you, evil beast, and I see all evils of which you have done.
You and your wicked ways shall be no more in my home and I cast you from it.
You shall no longer be welcome here, or on any of my sacred lands."
And so Omalga cast The Devourer from it's home and unto the earth, where the beast soon made it's domain.
The Devourer saw all the wicked of the world and it was glad, for it was here that evil flourish.
The hearts and soul of the weak, The Devourer will consume, offering words of solace and tempting those viscet who are weak.
To form a contract with The Devourer is to have Omalga turn from you, never again to gain the Great God's favor.
To form a contract with the Devourer is to deny one the pleasures of everlasting life, the soul, instead, cast into the torment of eternal servitude to the beast, The Devourer.

Pᴏᴍ 13:10-18
The Devourer set it's eyes on a female, Pomfyur, whom had been wronged many times by her mate and pack members after she was unable to bear children.
The Devourer approach Pomfyur, who was weakened by sorrow, and offered a deal.
The Devourer would give Pomfyur a viscling for all to see, but at the end of the the visclings first year The Devourer must be allowed to visit the viscling.
Pomfyur, her heart weakened by the torment of mortals, agreed to the Devourers terms and a contract was forged between them.
Pomfyur soon after lay her egg, and soon the year gone by.
The Devourer visit Pomfyur and soon after the child.
Pleased with it's work, The Devourer place one paw on the visclings head and spoke words unknown to Pomfyur.
It was then that the body of the Devourer wither and decay, crumbling into a mass of bones before the child.
A child of which now carry the soul of the Devourer, reborn to youth, an everlasting cycle had begun.

(Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ, ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀs ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛs sɪɴs, ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴜᴄʜ ɪᴛ's ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴏɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. Tᴏ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪssᴜᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛs ɪᴛ's sᴏᴜʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ.)

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[redhorizon]

Flickering Hope (Hope)

Male

You wouldn't understand if I told you.

This world... It is changing, my friend. Changing more than you have ever imagined.

Not only would I stand in the way, I would stand alone.

I'm leaving. Don't come after me. Shall the spirits guide you as they shall guide me.

Whispers,
Echoing where no one can see.
Tears,
Falling beyond one's capability.
Hours,
Of running,
Dashing,
Sobbing and hoping.
All for nothing.
Not a word.
Not a single movement.
Not a smile.
Alone,
In this bitter,
Bitter,
Cold world.

You see, I am an outcast. I am not wanted. Not cared about. I don't want pity. That's just life. You accept it in an open paw.

[Dream_Land]

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“And this is the forbidden truth,
the unspeakable taboo -

that evil is not always repellent
but frequently attractive;

that it has the power to make of us not simply victims,

as nature and accident do,

but active accomplices.”

― Joyce Carol Oates

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Bay kou bliye,
pote mak sonje.



The giver of the blow forgets,
the bearer of the scar remembers.



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Bokor Laveau (bow-COOR LA-voe)

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A bokor or boko is a sorcerer who performs spiritual work for clients in return for gifts or money. What separates them from other practitioners is that, in general, they "work with both hands." In other words, they will perform many rituals involving black magic & will-control that most other initiated Vodou practitioners will not. Bokor takes a neutral side on the place of the magic he practices, he enjoys the art of creating spells or curses for other Viscets (or other animals) that come to him for aid.

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○| Personality |○
Bokor is everything and nothing all at once. With his hyena roots, he is very loyal and will stand by his friends and family. However he is prone to large changes in his mood. One moment he might be quiet, the next he might be loudly laughing. While it seems like it might be a concern to him, as a bokor, he is able to keep it under control. He combats his mood jumps with being focused on spells and practicing the art of voudo.
He loves to hunt with other Viscets and loves the high of pack hunting. With the regalia he wears, it tends to make him more menacing and unapproachable...

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History | Origin
Bokor is originally from Sub-Saharan Africa. This is a area that lies due south of the Sahara, and is insanely hot and windy. However, he has very few memories of this place. As a cub he was taken from his clan and brought to Haiti. Here he was used as entertainment, and frequently was taken back and forth from New Orleans (Louisiana). One day he escaped while in New Orleans and never looked back.
From there he became enamored with voudo, he learned all he could from the area and roamed around in search of a place to call home. He found this place, a perfect place right on the edge of where a forest meets the swamp. He created trails to New Orleans and places closer to where he might find food and clean water.
At the edge of the forest, he could safely practice and study voudo. He found that he could burn incense and let the smoke waft out and around created the perfect type of atmosphere that he wanted, if he was always around other creatures there would surely be a complaint.

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When they want to
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Meaning of apparel

○| Skull mask |○
Feathers, bones, crystals, and stones are all related. Skulls and bones have an appeal to those whom perform spirit work and are a necessary and simple way to connect with spirits of the dead and of animals. Animal bones and feathers also are believed to help shape shifting. These parts can be worn as jewelry or donned as a costume. While Bokor has never successfully shifted into a different animal, he hopes that wearing these items he will become as fast as a deer and as light as a bird while hunting or running.
○| Feather necklace |○
Feathers are magically ruled by the element of air. This makes them good communication helpers. But each feather also can hold other special powers; depending on the bird it came from, its color and place of discovery and other factors.
Each color has its own meaning, and can influence whatever spell that is currently being created or used.
○| Bottle with liquid |○
The type of bottle Bokor has is a blue cobalt colored bottle, containing within a unknown substance. This is also known as a "witch bottle." It is used to keep away witches and the evil eye (which is the name for a sickness transmitted -- usually without intention -- by someone who is envious, jealous, or covetous.) Because they function as "fascinators" and spirit traps, they are typically filled with shiny and sparkly things.
○| Multicolor beads |○
The beads that Bokor normally wears are orisha beads. Like the feathers, each color has its own meaning.
Yemaya (blue beads): She is the Goddess of all mothers and all seas and oceans. She helps protect mothers and children and abundance and calm your sorrows.
Oggun (green beads): For work opportunities and protection from accidents and in battle
○| Red string with feathers and beads |○
The red color of the string represents power. The beads and feathers combined create a sort of charm to bring in power straight to his temple, so that he may see clearer and think at a better level while doing spells.
○| Paw bone gloves |○
Bokor wears these as support for his paws. He had an accident when he was in Haiti and this mishap cost him the ful strength in his paws. While it was only a slight difference, Bokor found that with braces he had the full strength back. Plus with these he was able to better use his paws in mixing potions and grinding up herbs or plants needed for voudo. He keeps the two middle claws sharpened on each paw, and uses these in lethal actions and in non-lethal.
○| Small rib cage for the tail |○
This item is of similar use as the paw bone gloves. It acts as a brace so that while running, he is able to keep his tail straight but still be able to wave from side to side. This helps his stability and allows him to run for a prolong amount of time.

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○| Boror's current favorite song |○

Voodoo Magic - Mantra

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○| Playlist for running |○

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○| Art credit |○
Image 1 - Chaoses (me) (CS)
Image 2 - plot (CS) | (DA)
Image 3 - ~ Ace ~ (CS)
Image 4 - Chaoses (me) (CS)
Image 5 - Chaoses (me) (CS)
Matching images 1 - Chaoses (me) (CS)
Matching images 2 - Chaoses (me) (CS)
Matching images 3 - ChaosCheesecake (CS)

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[Xelinator]

Possible mark. I was going to resist but they're far to pretty and I have too many ideas <3
Name: Montu
Gender: Male

[montmorency]

Viscet name: Fenwick
Viscet gender: Cis male
Viscet sexuality: Bisexual

Theme song: xxx


omg

[Firedancer77]

mark

[still]

By kylo ren. c:

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Name: Kysa
Gender: female

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Personality: When you first meet Kysa, she seems bitter and withdrawn. If you try to talk to her, she'll ignore you or even glare at you silently and her answer to most questions is a shrug.(Though it might be noted that very few viscets even dare to try to talk to Kysa due her intimidating accessories). However at home is a different story. She takes off the mask, necklace, and the rest of her items- to be honest, they're really not at all comfortable- and becomes a different viscet. She'll make herself a cup of chamomile tea- her favorite- and settle down with either a new mystery novel from the library or, if she's had a particularly upsetting day, a battered book of fairy tales from her childhood.

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Likes: -hot tea -warm rains -the color purple -birds of prey
Dislikes: -dogs, especially small ones -too sweet foods -hot weather -liars and bullies -hot pink

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Quirks:-always has to have unsweetened chamomile tea before bed or else she can't sleep -gets up at five o'clock every morning -will only eat green gumballs - only likes fairy tales with happy endings

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Hobby: I know I said somewhere above that Kysa happens to love reading fairy-tales with happy endings. Well, her interest extends beyond just reading them: Whenever she feels down, she'll grab her computer or, if she's really upset, a sparkly purple notebook (As childish as it is, she loves it dearly) and write a fairytale of her own. Of course, each of her stories have a happy ending- or at least, what Kysa considers is a happy ending. Writing fairy tales somehow soothes Kysa and can vanish her bad mood in a second- maybe because somewhere in the back of her mind, she thinks that if she writes enough of them, her own life will turn as neat, simple, and happy as a fairy tale.

I've taken the privilege of including one of Kysa' s fairy tales, seen here. (Actually written by me.)

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Occupation: Kysa currently works in customer service at the big department store in her town. This basically means that she has to communicate with customers of the store (some of whom are very rude to her) about a variety of things, including helping them navigate the store's website, answering pricing and availability questions, and processing orders. Kysa dislikes this job for several reasons. Firstly, she has to take off all her accessories- except for the necklace and horn drapings which she's allowed to keep. Also, some of the customers are quite honestly incredibly stupid (in Kysa's opinion, of course) and this gets very frustrating for the rather short-tempered Kysa. These customers also tend to yell at her when she can't immediately fix the problem. However, she hasn't quit yet because it pays 20/hour and Kysa calculates that, if she works eight hours a day and uses every single bit of her salary, she can buy approximately 1,898 pounds of bananas every week- which is probably enough bananas to fill a swimming pool. Unfortunately, Kysa doesn't even like bananas that much and she has to spend her money on other things, like rent.

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Hometown: Kysa lives in a small town surrounded by lots of countryside. See a map here [map by me, not all buildings are drawn]

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Fourth Grade:

Kysa doubled over in pain, panting. She was so exhausted she thought she would die. But, despite her exhaustion, she was marvelously happy. She had just ran the fastest she ever had in her life. And, what's more, she had just beaten the fastest boy in the grade! As a girl! "Take that." She imagined saying to him and the rest of the boys. "Now you have to let me play baseball with you". Caught in her fantasies, she didn't hear her opponent, dangerously mad, walk up to her.

"Hey!" He said. "That's not fair".

Kysa turned around to look at him. "How isn't it fair, Brandon? Cause, everyone here saw me beat you, fair and square".

"You only beat me because you're a WITCH!"

For a second, Kysa was confused. Witch's rode on broomsticks and only came out on Halloween night. How could she be a witch? Her fur wasn't even green.

Taking her silence as guilt, the boy- Brandon- continued on. "See? She's guilty. What girl would ask a guy to race? She must have prepared a special spell so she could win. Besides, look at those horns! A sure sign of witchcraft".

"I am NOT a witch!" Kysa shouted. "You're the witch- lying like that!".

Brandon- and the rest of the children who had gathered to watch- ignored her. She saw frightened murmurs in the crowd, and with a feeling of sick fear, realized that they believed him. All around, people where saying that of course, no girl could run that fast, that they had always known something was wrong with her. Stories were being swapped of her alleged deeds. That she drank babies blood, that she had a demon serving her.

Then, finally, another boy piped up: "be careful not to let her get to close or she'll curse you!". That created pandemonium. The little children ran away screaming while those that fancied themselves brave retreated to a safe distance and began throwing clumps of grass and small stones at her to see if she would show her magic.

In the middle of it all, Kysa struggled to hold back tears. She didn't know why everyone had suddenly turned their backs on her. All she was sure of was that Brandon was lying and that lie was having terrible consequences for her.

15 years later

Kysa walked down the street, her head held high. She almost enjoyed the frightened looks the townspeople gave her and the way children ran away from here. She looked the part now. A feather necklace adorned her neck- as itchy as it was to wear- and a fake bone mask and tail drapings from a store in the city completed her costume. She was what they wanted her to be, a witch, and now it was them, not her, who was frightened.

The 'little' incident in fourth grade had been catastrophic for her. After that, people whispered in the halls while she went by and even started saying her touch would turn you into a demon. Instead of just being Kysa, the kids called her "that witch"- unless, of course a teacher was in hearing distance. No one would be her friend anymore, even when they grew much too old for that stuff.

But, at last, she had triumphed. Now no one would bother her ever again. And, wasn't that a small price to pay for becoming the monster they had always thought her?

Quick Afterword:

Kysa now always wears the items- well, almost always, she takes them off when she gets home to her little apartment and when forced to at work- and they've started to feel almost like a part of her- albeit one that she can put on and off when she chooses.