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Frey, midget,Seras

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She/Her

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Eighteen

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November 1st

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Irisia

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Parallax

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Neutral

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Pansexual

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Hitman/Idol

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A girl's forgotten tale.

She was… normal once upon a time. She wasn’t born like what she was now. She was an innocent child at birth. Loved by a mother whom risked her own health to bring her into the world. She grew up without a real want in life, everything her little heart wanted she was given. Being from a royal family carried certain privileges open to her the very day she was conceived. She was blessed, a hand raised with a silver spoon propped up directly to her mouth. Her own lineage being the wet dreams of every little girl who wanted to be a real life princess. She was one… The second born child to the current ruling monarch of the small independent nation of Rota situated within the region of Kanto.
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This was where she first few years were spent in a boring cycle of peace. Wake up, lessons and practically pretend to be a prim and proper young lady fit for her station in life. But not everything was all it seemed. People are known to be fickle beings. They believe what they want to believe, they wont lay blame upon themselves. Human nature itself is govern by a person’s own emotions. They listen to their hearts rather than what their minds are screaming at them. Instead of blaming the queen’s choices of her actions on her, they blamed the child that resulted in it. It was no secret their queen was ill. She could have reached out for treatment if she hadn’t been pregnant at the time.
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Getting herself treated meant the termination of the growing fetus. She wouldn’t have it. She choose life instead of her own health. In the end she did gain a child but the price of her own health. Her body weakened due to the strain of carrying a set of twins and the birthing process. Her own health was the price for her wish to bring in two children into the world. Disregarding what some deemed a necessity to save her life. A life for a life, to gain her children she sacrificed her own. A noble feat in deed in the eyes of those who understood the importance a new life meant but for the few single-minded ones. In their eyes the queen’s infant daughter’s might as well been then the reason why their beloved queen was suffering so. Thankfully they were but a few of the minority. Fanatics you could say who were far too devoted to the current reigning monarch to see the good in her reasoning. They loved the queen, any form of threat against her, including her children would just not do for them.
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Because of this the twins were both loved and in a sense hated for their role in landing their mother close to death’s door. It was a slow death, she survived their birth but at what cost? Her condition degrading over time taking her ability to walk by the end of the twins’ second year of life. This further caused the dislike the older generation showed the younger princesses. The more radical ones began to see the two as a bad omen. Really… the older generations and their superstitious ways when something doesn’t go the way they want it to. They immediately look for ways to blame it on others. Be it living or dead. This time it was the living they choose to lay more of the blame. They were cursed, they said.
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Didn’t help the older of the twins possessed hair as white as freshly plucked snow from the first snow fall of the winter months. Red orbs the same shade as the freshly seeping blood from a cut. A demon… She was deemed a demon. She looked inhuman with her unnatural colouring deliberately ignoring the key fact she looked exactly the same as their current queen who was also an albino just like her younger daughter who she now passed the trait to.
Hatred… the stares directed her way when they think she had her back turn. Her mother was far too weak to notice and those that did choose to keep a blind eye. Except for their uncle whom… normally was the first to defend the children despite the sole fact.
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She knew, he blamed them too.
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She was supposed to have a fairy tale life, the same being depicted on the books her nursemaid used to read to them when they were toddlers. But if you ask her back then. She would have answered in way a child shouldn’t have to say. Hers was a nightmare.
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It was no fairytale but a quick sideway visit to grim tales macabre tales. A macabre tale that soon took a different turn for the worse. She was five at the very least she was sure she was five when it happened. Her memories of that day still remained fragmented but what little she can recall was her and another child having strayed far into the castle gardens. Who the child was the girl couldn’t for the life of her remember. But a man came into view next, grabbing both of them, she recalled biting onto the man’s hand forcing him to release the second girl. She remembered yelling at the girl. Then… black.
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Nothing else came forth within the fragmented state of the young girl’s memory. She didn’t even realize how bad her memory was going to get. The next thing she knew she was being placed within a dinging little cage with other children her age. The man must have managed to escape with her… How quaint. Landing her in a foreign location she knew nothing off. She tried screaming like a normal child would for her mother but no came aside from the sneers of their handlers telling them to pipe it down. That was her first taste of the slave market. She was in their system for the few months until she was bought by a group of scientist working for a separate organization experimenting on ways to create genetically enhanced soldiers. They bought more than a couple children to act as mere guinea pigs towards their experiments.
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She unfortunately was one of those children their handlers even sweeten the deal by mentioning she was from Rota. One of the places known to have the genes necessary to wield aura as a weapon. If they believe in those old legends… Unfortunately, some of those talented minds actually did believe in the legend.
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Pain the from the unknown drugs, pain from the experimentations. Needles being dug deep into their skins until they screamed for mercy. But mercy was never given. She felt her own mind grew foggier and foggier it was getting harder by the day to recall anything from her past. Until one day she just couldn’t recall anything at all. Something in the drugs being injected in her, trying to strengthen her own body as well as the numerous experimentations being forced on her young body had a part in it. Which it was, she really didn’t know.
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She was their stubborn subject up to date, when others died half way through the taxing process she managed to survive, they called her by a number. 13 it was, the same numerical number now tattooed on her back to mark her as theirs. It was sickening in a sense, she was being turn as their mere guard dog. She was being forced into ridiculous training regiments that any child would crack within the first few hours. She supposed the experimentations done on her body made her slightly durable. Was she supposed to be thankful for that?
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Time was merely a calendar, she couldn’t remember how long exactly she was in their ‘gentle care’ she knew it had to be a year or so before… well something else occurred that gave her life another turn but this time… it was in a way how she met her mother. Mother came back for her.
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She was sure of it, she said…she was her mother. The strange green haired woman whom ruthlessly butchered just about everyone in the facility all except for her. She wanted to laugh, but instead… the robotic child long forgotten how to feel at this point. She was a mere puppet. And the woman was now her ‘master’.
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But she didn’t call her master. She told her to call her mother, that was what she was right? Her mother? Though she wondered why mother left her there? Or was it a mere accident that she got lost? She honestly didn’t bother asking. For the first few years she obediently followed the woman. Acting like the quiet child tagging behind her mother’s leg trying to understand the new world she’s being tossed into.
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She understood mother wasn’t what they would call a model citizen. Or law abiding. The unnatural hatred for the law enforcements was there. Meaning mother was part of the same underworld she had been living in… Just how twisted was the world when a child gets robbed of her own innocence? But Freya, Freya… the name mother gave her when she couldn’t recall her own except for the number the scientist used as a name for her. She needed a normal name, not a bloody number. So Freya it was.
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It was hard at first to understand the ways they acted. Certain actions or gestures, laughter… Everything was new for her, for the first year under Acadia’s care she was what people called a doll instead of a child. She was emotionless, barely speaking instead for the lone hand signals she sent her mother to ask about certain things. Add three more when she started reconnecting with the stunted emotional growth she had. A few more in learning through other’s expressions copying them and taking it into her own. Being part of the mafia does have its boon when it came to people. Each knew face held a different form of expression she can learn. Who knew the child can be such a budding actress?
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Dahlia had been a great help in that regard. Even more when she began her training into the ranks of the same mafioso her mother led. It was in their family she had heard her explain numerous times. She lost count how many times the impressionable side of her was left awe with countless tales of how they had scared the nation more than a few times. Now let’s add in a few more years bringing her to the age of eighteen despite looking four years younger. Malnutrition from her earlier years caused irreparable damage to her growth spurt. Forcing her body to remain much smaller than what she was supposed to be. Not that she minded, it helped a lot especially when her mother finally allowed her to join an talent agency after they found out she had a talent for it. Though her reasons were actually two. Aside from doing something she actually liked, it provided her a chance to hone her acting skills plus provide the necessary alibi for her.

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>>> TL;DR

there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.



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>>> FRIENDSHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> HATESHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> LOVESHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> WANTED

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.