by pep » Tue Sep 30, 2014 2:50 pm
username:: bodt
name:: deirdre marcose
pronunciation:: /dehr-dray mar-coh-sey/
gender:: demigirl
pronouns:: she/her or they/them
personality:: deirdre isn't a very merciful iqena, but at the same time, she is easily swayed and persuaded. she grows very fond of others quickly, and is fast to promise she will stand by them for eternity, even if she may not mean it with all of her being. she's also very manipulative as much as she is manipulated herself, and is quite gullible when it comes to others' offers, but focusing on her traits and ways of manipulation she's very clever and can easily persuade with a flutter of her lashes and a few chaste though intimidating touches on the shoulder, neck, or cheek. she craves power as much as she craves her life again, and fades into nostalgia when thinking back on her life. she doesn't recall most of it, as the dead are unable to, but she remembers her death as clear as day and snippets of her life - some useless, some handy - are coming back to her like a river just beginning to flow once she thinks hard enough or meditates. she has little care for those she is not familiar with, and may toss their feelings around like a ragdoll; she's immensely flirtatious, so don't fall into her trap.
art maybe??
story::
"please," she wheezed, choking on her own breath, her throat drier than cotton. "don't leave."
when the doctors had noticed abnormal behavior from the iqena, they called in tests. at the time iqena with twitchy behavior and pupils becoming misshapen signaled a contagious disease spread by contact with the infected. deirdre's pupils were expanding and growing, cloaking her previously-beautiful ice blue pupils which could sway any male or female in inky blackness. her behavior was not twitchy more than it was sluggish and weak. on top of that, her behavior was bipolar, frequently flickering between a wailing mess to completely silent, staring at the ceiling with an eerie demeanor.
"we must run tests," the doctors chimed in a hushed whisper, as if trying not to be loud enjoy for the subdued iqena to hear. she could hear, yes - if anything her hearing was magnified - but she could not move; no sedatives drugged her body or stilled her muscles, and she was barely conscious, black irises stilled and lifeless. no, she was not dead. they called this disease black-eye disorder, and the words didn't even focus on the jitters, it was solely depending on the eyes. so, of course, she was brought to examine because her case could be one of the worst.
despite these assumptions, however, the tests returned a week later, deidre reduced to a small mass curled in a hospital bed, seemingly drained completely of all energy. she did not move, nor speak or eat. "she has the cure!" one doctor piped up after observing the papers and it was confirmed not a week later. hence, the tests began, and they began quickly. she felt her hospital bed being wrenched and pushed towards the elevator, then they were going up and up, and her mind was falling lower. gone.
"syringe," the doctor ordered, a clammy hand pushing the item into his palm. he drew the blood of the iqena - completely black. it had the consistency of tar, slimy and thick. the nurse and doctor stared at each other, shrugged, and sent that in for a test. and, indeed, it was the cure.
fed mere rations of orange juice and bread, deirdre did not do anything. she did not show emotion; she no longer felt. she could only hear. and the voices were screaming into her sensitive ears. blood ejected, orange juice. force feed. blood ejected, orange juice. the process continued, and suddenly, she felt very disgusted by orange juice. she was not the type to want to willingly give her body to science so to have it all drawn out of her and given to dying patients had her fed up. or, at least it would, if she could still feel.
"please," she shrieked into the empty air. "please, please. someone be there. someone."
more tests. the routine continued and her sight was left. they claimed she was running out. her body was not producing enough. "she was bound to die," the doctor spoke nonchalantly. "take the rest of the blood. all of it. we will be okay with this little amount to generate more."
so they did. she was rid of everything, and preserved for future studies. then the laboratory burst into flames, years later nevertheless. everyone escaped, but the iqena felt something strange inside.
the first amount of feeling she felt again was the warmth of the flames. they licked at her, but she could only find herself feeling the tingling warmth. deirdre found the strength to stand. then she walked. her transparency didn't go unnoticed, however. but she still felt the heat.
"please?" she called into the open air, but it was obvious no one was there.
death.
Last edited by
pep on Sun Oct 12, 2014 9:51 pm, edited 2 times in total.
