Salem Fysco {District Nine} Finished

Arrows Retired Staff 3,236 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen May 23, 2023 16:50:31 GMT -5 your resident blonde bisexual boy	Salem Fysco {District Nine} Finished Nov 4, 2015 16:30:10 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Arrows on Nov 4, 2015 16:30:10 GMT -5 CAUTION TO READERS: This bio contains several graphic moments so please be wary of gruesome moments. There is power inside of my bones, a power only I can control.
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Salem Fysco {District Nine} Finished Nov 4, 2015 16:57:28 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Nov 4, 2015 16:57:28 GMT -5

All around me are familiar faces,
worn out places, worn out faces.

Bright and early for their daily races,
going nowhere, going nowhere.

Darkness whispered into my ears the moment I took shape within the womb of my mother. Curses and incantations rattled through my developing body just as much as my own blood. Even before my official entrance into the world they knew I was powerful, special beyond belief. My entire clan exploded with excitement at my coming birth while my Father muttered bitterly between his fake smiles. He knew what they were and he knew all to well what I was going to become, to him I was destined to be a monstrosity. Little did he realize at the time about just how correct he was. Little did any of them know that with power like mine to be contained with the planes of this reality I had to veiled in the darkness of evil. Above all, I had to prove myself worthy of the power bestowed upon me from the entities who shift like serpents in the shadowed fears of humanity.

By the time of my first year breathing in the sour spirits of this mortal world the clan, more like the coven, could truly see the immense strength I held within my core. According to them by just staring me deep into my netherworldly ice blue eyes they could feel themselves staring into the eyes of pure power. However only over time would this power grow into one so putrid and apparent that they had no choice but to begin my select training at the young age of five. Besides school I spent all my time learning and practicing from my Mother and various instructors but they never imagined just how quickly a five year old could catch on. In fact, when my sixth year of so called life came along I had already finished all my prerequisite lessons. I was on the road to royalty and no one could derail me.

Their tears are filling up their glasses,
no expression, no expression.

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow,
no tomorrow, no tomorrow.

As time continued to circulate onward my strength accumulated to even higher marks. Only five years after the beginning of my training I had finished it all, the fastest ever done in the history of the coven. In fact I was so advanced I even was better than several of our kind who had finished training many years before myself. Yet even this moment of shining success did not amount to the glory that was to come for me. Due to my powers I grew obsessed with my work and gaining more knowledge, more power. Every passing second I could I spent crammed away in the basement working and practicing. There were even times I would miss meals just to continue my studies, but it was ever so worth it for the title I was soon given.

You see I had just turned eleven but I made my way swiftly over to the coven's head quarters that misty evening. Many were surprised I was already prepared to take the trials but by the time everyone convened deep below the ground in the sacred chambers they could see why. In only three hours I completed all of the four fantastical trials and was named the next Legionnaire, or ruler, of the coven. It was in that brilliant moment cloaked in black and red amidst the glaring light of fire that I saw what I truly was, the most powerful witch the world had ever witnessed. Since that day one year ago I have done nothing but progress even further creating spells and incantations of my very own. Yet none of them were comparable to the one I most recently prevailed at producing.

And I find it kind of funny,I find it kind of sad,
the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.

I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take,
when people run in circles its a very, very,

Mad world, Mad World.

The Scarlet Secretion, was what I named the most powerful spell of all time. However, the costs of this very spell are higher than other possible in existence. Yet I was more than granted to provide myself with the resources required due to my Father's horrid nature. Now don't get me wrong I am grateful the man brought me to life but ever since doing so he has been nothing but a demon to my knowledge seeking and power hungry soul. Everyday when my Mother would leave for work he would turn on me in an instant beating me until my blood ran down my limbs. One would think I would stop such a crime with my will but I simply allowed it to carry on since it only fueled my hatred and determination even more.

So when the time came for me to conduct my most researched spell I let the gleaming dagger twiddle elegantly through my hands. My house was silent as my parent's slept softly in their beds and the snore threw variety into the symphony. However the crescendo of the music of the night pierced my ears as I stood before their bed and screamed them away from their dreams. Panic soared through their pupils as they found me standing before them with a face as frozen as ice, my eyes gleaming in the vibrancy of the moon's rays. At one glance into my Father's glare of anger I lunged forward driving the blade straight into his chest as the wails of my mother scorned the scene. Blood erupted as I continued to stab him until I was drenched in the river of red. Across the room my Mother's pleas for mercy echoed poorly against my mind as her hands couldn't find a way to open the door.

I slowly shook my hand as my blood soaked frame moved closer towards her until one of my hands rested gently on her shoulder sending scarlet drops down her arm. "Now, now Mom I locked the door so you can't leave. But don't worry I will make it painless since I'm not as mad at you. You simply ignored the clear signs of the abuse he threw on me, for that I only am here to punish your ignorance. Sleep tight." I whispered softly as her eyes grew wide one final time before my blade slid across her throat letting a cascade of her life fall like a waterfall before me.

Children waiting for the day they feel good,
happy birthday, happy birthday.

Made to feel the way that every child should,
sit and listen, sit and listen.

With the moon still gleaming on my back a gentle grin pursed my face as I looked at my reflection in the concave of my now fallen Mother's eyes. I was completely the perfect spectacle of the coven with my dark brown locks and blue ice lined eyes. Even my skin was white as freshly fallen snow with only several blotches of freckles now and then to ruin the complexion. As for my body type though I wasn't very tall but neither was many of my ancestors since I along with many of them stand/stood only approximately five foot six while weighing about one hundred and twenty five pounds. My only flaw I would say would be my oddly small ears that I have kept hidden beneath the long threads of my hair in an attempt to limit my shame in them. However my time glancing upon myself was limited as I looked once again around the basement at what I had created.

In the center of a circle made from the life force of my deceased parents was a glorious fire burning brightly against the harsh light. Thankfully over my many years of practice fire conjuring(making he does not actually magically make it appear) was more than simple. Turning my gaze slightly away from the fire I noticed the bloodied bodies of my head removed parents whose heads now actually sat on either side of my kneeling body. Now as the moon was beginning to droop into morning I slowly began to mutter the words of my choosing for the deities of night to hear, and with every word I spoke I rose more from my keeled position and stepped closer to the fire's mouth. "From death to life, from one world to another, from flesh to flame, from pain to recovery, from gift to given, from sacrifice to pleasure." Then as my final word ripped through the night I hurled the heads into a fire and shortly after shoved the rest of their bodies into the flames as well as their memory was erased from the world once and for all.

Went to school I was very nervous,
no one knew me, no one knew me.

Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson,
look right through me, look right through me.

As the putrid smell of burning death inflated my lunges I carefully gathered several embers from the burning wood into a vile and sealed it with a small cork before putting it on a necklace and placing it upon my neck. With the now enchanted black ashes in my care I turned and fled to smokey surroundings. However as I pushed the door atop the basement stairs open I let out a brief shout from the woman suddenly standing before me. What happened next surprised me even more as I was forced to change and gather my close quickly before vanishing with her into the mists of morning.

With every step I took away from my home though I realized just what I had truly done. Who truly had been stolen from the world in order for my spell to succeed. And with every step I took my smile only grew more and more as all my supplies and books jangled in the clutter of my moving bag.

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad,
the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.

When people run in circles its a very, very,
Mad World, Enlargen Your World, Mad World.

Lyris From Mad World by Gary Jules

OOC:
12 years old
Male
District Nine
Other: Please note he is NOT an actual witch he just has a belief that he is, and the "coven" he is apart of are other crazies that believe they are witches too. As for the abrupt ending that is where he is rescued in Cameo and Flyss' Plot and will be written in a thread ^^

Last Edit: Nov 4, 2015 19:08:17 GMT -5 by Arrows

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Arrows Retired Staff 3,236 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen May 23, 2023 16:50:31 GMT -5 your resident blonde bisexual boy	Salem Fysco {District Nine} Finished Nov 4, 2015 19:10:37 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Arrows on Nov 4, 2015 19:10:37 GMT -5 He is finished and I added a caution in case of the bloody bits in it, also please check out my other section where I explained a few things ^^ thanks <33
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Avalon Retired Staff 1,291 POSTS Pronouns: They/Them last seen Oct 24, 2016 10:04:26 GMT -5 when i plant a fat ass cracker bitch i expect her to stay planted	Salem Fysco {District Nine} Finished Nov 6, 2015 23:46:01 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Avalon on Nov 6, 2015 23:46:01 GMT -5
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