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The camera focuses on the person. A young girl. Her face was angular, high cheekbones and a very pale complexion. Her deep blue eyes stuck out against her mangled black hair. She should have been pretty, beautiful even, but the dark circles under her eyes and the swelling from several bruises on her temples and neck ruined the image. One of her sapphire eye was ringed with blood as a cut ran from her forehead to her jawline. Her shoulders were slumped and bare, her camicia in shreds. She looked everywhere other than the camera.
“Hello.” Her voice was rough and dragging, her exhaustion and pain showing.
“Sorry that I haven't been here in a while. I’ve been......busy.” She took several pauses in the sentence to recollect her fading voice. She rubbed her head, ignoring the fact that it reopened a cut, causing droplets of blood to roll around her hairline.
“I....I went to C.A.D.M.U.S..............to find out how I was made.” She didn't look at the camera, shame written clearly on her face.
“I-I-I knew...” Tears collected in her eyes. “I-I knew that I was made from the DNA of Richard Grayson.” Her head hung low, tears silently running down her cheeks, stinging every cut. “ I knew it was stolen. I-I-I knew they hurt him to get it....” Her hair fell in front of her face. “A-and I’m sorry.”
“B-but......” She swallowed and let out a few più raspy breaths. “They...the-they didn't have enough......the-y di-dnt have e-enough!” Her shoulders were shaking violently.
“Tt-hey nee-eed m-m-ore to f-fill in the- g-gaps.”
“T-they t-t-took so-m-epe-people a-a-and.....” She stopped altogether and let out a hard sob. She raised her hands and wrapped it around her shoulders, mostrare how ruined and wreaked her arms were. Blood and mud were caked all over her, a few of her fingers were sticking out at odd angles.
“T-t-th-ey......” She was unable to finish the sentence. “....t-t-they t-t-ook t-ten! T-E-NN!” She gave a blood throated scream. “J-Just t-to maaake m-m-e!”
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A few secondi later her face comes back up, tear stained and bloodier. She shook her head.
“I-.....I-’m not wo-working.....I-i’m broken...They...They want to f-fix me a-again...AGAIN.” Her eyes were wild, never focusing on the camera but still stared at the lense. “T-they w-want m-me to f-find people.....I-I-I can’t.....”
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“So....so I won’t let them fix me...” Her crazed eyes finally stared directly at the lense. Her pupils dilating and undilating at an uneven pace.
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you, Sil and Blade.....I-I don’t know i-if te are s-stil here but te two were the real heroes....”
“I’m sorry, Fin and Fang and Aisling.” She looked at the scrivania, reception not moving anything but her lips. “You were the ones who made everything better....you were closer to me than family....” She looked at the camera again.
“I-I-I....”
“I’m sorry....” With a rapid motion her hand grabbed the army coltello on the tavolo and with a single swipe there was a deep gash in her throat and her shoulders didn't shake again.
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The camera focuses on the person. A young girl. Her face was angular, high cheekbones and a very pale complexion. Her deep blue eyes stuck out against her mangled black hair. She should have been pretty, beautiful even, but the dark circles under her eyes and the swelling from several bruises on her temples and neck ruined the image. One of her sapphire eye was ringed with blood as a cut ran from her forehead to her jawline. Her shoulders were slumped and bare, her camicia in shreds. She looked everywhere other than the camera.
“Hello.” Her voice was rough and dragging, her exhaustion and pain showing.
“Sorry that I haven't been here in a while. I’ve been......busy.” She took several pauses in the sentence to recollect her fading voice. She rubbed her head, ignoring the fact that it reopened a cut, causing droplets of blood to roll around her hairline.
“I....I went to C.A.D.M.U.S..............to find out how I was made.” She didn't look at the camera, shame written clearly on her face.
“I-I-I knew...” Tears collected in her eyes. “I-I knew that I was made from the DNA of Richard Grayson.” Her head hung low, tears silently running down her cheeks, stinging every cut. “ I knew it was stolen. I-I-I knew they hurt him to get it....” Her hair fell in front of her face. “A-and I’m sorry.”
“B-but......” She swallowed and let out a few più raspy breaths. “They...the-they didn't have enough......the-y di-dnt have e-enough!” Her shoulders were shaking violently.
“Tt-hey nee-eed m-m-ore to f-fill in the- g-gaps.”
“T-they t-t-took so-m-epe-people a-a-and.....” She stopped altogether and let out a hard sob. She raised her hands and wrapped it around her shoulders, mostrare how ruined and wreaked her arms were. Blood and mud were caked all over her, a few of her fingers were sticking out at odd angles.
“T-t-th-ey......” She was unable to finish the sentence. “....t-t-they t-t-ook t-ten! T-E-NN!” She gave a blood throated scream. “J-Just t-to maaake m-m-e!”
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A few secondi later her face comes back up, tear stained and bloodier. She shook her head.
“I-.....I-’m not wo-working.....I-i’m broken...They...They want to f-fix me a-again...AGAIN.” Her eyes were wild, never focusing on the camera but still stared at the lense. “T-they w-want m-me to f-find people.....I-I-I can’t.....”
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“So....so I won’t let them fix me...” Her crazed eyes finally stared directly at the lense. Her pupils dilating and undilating at an uneven pace.
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you, Sil and Blade.....I-I don’t know i-if te are s-stil here but te two were the real heroes....”
“I’m sorry, Fin and Fang and Aisling.” She looked at the scrivania, reception not moving anything but her lips. “You were the ones who made everything better....you were closer to me than family....” She looked at the camera again.
“I-I-I....”
“I’m sorry....” With a rapid motion her hand grabbed the army coltello on the tavolo and with a single swipe there was a deep gash in her throat and her shoulders didn't shake again.
Bentley
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
giorno unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
Dante.
BATTLE OF ALL BATTLES!
Deep in the water, your chances little. A watery grave, your bones that whittle.
Pretty cool if te sing it like link...
Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your Bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly te will die
And when again the sun leaves te will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide te from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow te earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A mantello of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
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Deep in the water, your chances little.
A watery grave, your Bones that whittle.
Lay down your hand, and slowly te will die
And when again the sun leaves te will lie.
Here is hate, here there's mourn
Here the Demons hide te from your light
Here your wounds are deep and tomorrow te earn new
Here is the place where we, hate you.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away
A mantello of ash, a burn streaked face
Forget your loves and let your happiness lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
Deep in the flames, hidden far away A mantello of ash, a burn streaked...
