Xenya Ignis [D2] [CB] ~FIN

I've always had seven virtues thrown at my face, perhaps that's why I'm a sinner through and through.

I started young, from punching, kicking, biting, scratching anyone who dared look at me with a suspicious black glint in their eye. Holding a fist full of hair in one hand, driving a a plain old fist into faces with the other. Mother said I was cowardly for hitting people, I said that I was simply strong - we still have those same disagreements. She says violence is wrong but I'd always had logic on standby as a loaded gun, "but mother, is that not what I'm training for?"

Besides, at home I may as well be invisible, a ghost behind a battlefield of smoke and profanities exchanged between all topped behind an oh-so-perfect golden boy little brother. The better looking, the better career, the better killer. I'm nothing but a chess piece in his board game. They love him so much they fail to see through the smokescreen of deceit he so skillfully crafted and their own personal battlefield. I'll just be the black haired, five foot eight brat who could never be as good as him. Who can only see relevance in the orange flames that accompany combustion of possessions. Were delinquency and violence has been her altar in a house of no salvation.

Never quite pretty enough, never quite happy enough, arms too long, brown eyes too dead, scowl too prominent. I can easily find salvation behind angry fists, blades and flames.

I've broken seven virtues with every breath I take, I pray that relevance is not shattered beyond last-ditch repair.