Iliad jour-monet :||: D10 :||: WIP

                                  Iliad Jour-monet

                                {ill-e-add--jor--mo-net}

            Raised on the morals of selflessness, modesty, humility.

How could someone go a day without looking into the pristine eyes of innocent little Iliad. Every living moment spent pleasing my audience, quenching a never ending thirst. I was raised in a family of five. One mother, two sisters, and a father. I was the youngest child, the screw up. I was born to fail, forever living in the shadow of my two older sisters. I not only had to follow one example, but I was tasked with two. Both of them prettier then I, blonde haired, blue eyed, thin face, large hips. Then there's me, brown hair, pale skin, stocky build. I took after our mother, the uglier of our two parents. So of course I had no choice. No choice but to become the problem child. At a young age I threw tantrums out the ass. Kicking, screaming, for no actual reason but to make the people around me squirm. I knew how to scrap, beating my sisters senseless, then screaming to daddy that one of them hit me. The looks on their faces were priceless, like a dog being scolded for a hole he didn't remember digging.