W h e r e are we?
They say she resides up there, that evil girl. It was all casual whisper among peasants, nothing more. They always wanted something to scare them, something
to get them riled up and angry. Something to give their empty lives excitement.
Did you hear, the guardian gargoyle is missing! Bickerings of old hags. What would they know about anything?
Did you hear, did you hear, did you hear! Mocking wasn't nice, but it made her feel better, if she could remember how to feel.
She shifted in her resting spot, heavy rock tail dragging gently side to side. Her body was heavy, as it's always been. As long as she could remember, she had been solid rock. Pausing on that thought,
How long can I remember? She couldn't blink, her purple gemstone eyes glinted red as she slowly came back to life, heavy joints clinking and pulling together. A yawn escaped, and she turned her marble head toward tower's opening, where she could hear them.
The people speaking her human name, moving with human bodies of flesh and bone. Of life and of blood. Of voices, of meaning. Gathering for casual conversation with each other like sacks of dust they are.
How much meaning will life have today?
I can't f e e l anything.
Name: Jenovia
Nickname: Jenny, but this is like.. never used, only by me/adoring fans.
Gender: Genderless, as she was once a young girl, she is now in a male gargoyle's body, rendering her not one or the other. Will be referred to as 'her' regardless.
Age: Ageless
Species: Gargoyle
Neopaint: UC darigan
Occupation: -
Significant other: -
Build: 5 feet at her shoulders, dog-like body.
Eyes: For eyes, she has two very rare purple amethysts, made rare by their ability to shine red in correct lighting.
Hair: -
Appearance: Jenovia is a gargoyle, made out of pure grey marble. With lighter grey marble for various adornments on her body, such as within her ears, from her neck down to her tail, claws and talons, and spines down her back. Nobody knows for sure what type of marble she's made out of, but it's rumoured to be highly expensive and valuable, but that's all they can tell from the small shard they recovered from near her eye, where there's a slight crack.
Within her eye sockets are two, large oval-cut amethysts dubbed the "flaming thistles", named by King Valentine Cornelius Morgentaler the 3rd, when the gems were first introduced into his court.
They were named so due to the dull, purple colour they were, similiar to thistles. The fire related to how they appeared to shine red. She was an expensive creature, a true show of fine craftmanship with every detail.
Personality: Self described as not strange at all, just some bugs crawling on my brain, Jenny isn't a very talkative beast, but she's in no way an introverted being. She appears to enjoy company, but really has a hard time finding someone willing to sit and talk with her, or rather she is too skittish to sit and talk for long.
Constantly paranoid someone will steal her eyes, she's very alert and always conscience of her surroundings. While she thinks about her past quite often, it never rattles her, and thus she's passive in many situations. Due to her nature, she can come off a selfish or dull to others. Despite what anyone says, her personality switches around too much to fully defined.
History: Chapter 1: The admiration and loss of stars and family
She stood quietly on the edge, watching the stars, watching the night life and enjoying the cool air. A girl of 12, flowers and hearts in her mind, skin like snow and eyes as calm as the clouds. She was waiting for something, anything. Often, the thought crept into her mind, how much meaning does life have?
They always said and they always thought, little girls shouldn't be thinking like that. The idea of prince charming, colorful hairclips and candy never appealed. The only thing she found interesting these days was beyond the tea and dresses of her day-to-day life in luxury. She wanted out, out and about. She wanted to visit the gargoyles.
As nobility, she often visited the others who lived their lives lavishly. The king was a good friend of her father, her mother was a woman of distinct class and nobility, but she often complained about the poorness and hygiene of others. Who is she to complain? She doesn't try help them! It's not as if the girl disliked her parents, oh no, she enjoyed them. They provided, and it was almost as if she was obligated to enjoy. I guess, there was nothing to ever complain about, but she did find herself amused whenever she went with her father and mother to the holy castle. You see, at the top of the castle's highest tower, sat a gargoyle. For eyes, the gargoyle had the most magnificent amethysts, it had grand comical ears with curls, claws and heavy stone wings. Beautiful, she thought. Simply, beautiful. It was rumored to have been a gift to the family from gods, at least that's what they said. A guardian of sorts, he sat up there on his pillar and watched the world with cold, glimmering eyes.
Every day, he would crawl into the girl's thoughts. The expensive gift, the gargoyle with the thistle colored eyes and the red glimmer. Eat your dinner, dear. Focus on the rhythm, dear. Get your head out of the clouds, dear. You can't get my attention, dear! Retaliation was a quick fix. Everyday, the nagging. Everyday, the painful corsets and dull talks about stocks. I want to fly. The dancing with repetitive music of violins and cellos. I want to watch with eyes unclouded. The numbing cold of the noble hearts and the weight of her dress. I want to be him.
That night was like every night. Her mother said goodnight, her father didn't stop in. The nanny brought a cup of milk and said goodnight like every other night, and the curtains let moonlight leak in like floodgates. As soon as every noise dulled out, she stood, covers lifted and bare feet placed on her floral carpet.
To the window, back to the edge and the stars. I want to be him. I want to watch the world with amethyst eyes and never have to speak. With eyes closed and burning, her prayer floated out the window and up to the sky, to meet the ears of either god or demon. Though she had whispered it quietly, she knew someone had heard it. In the world, there had to be someone who heard, and she didn't care who.
As she made her way back to her bed, she heard a faint voice behind her, lingering by the curtains. I heard your prayers. It sounded as if it hung on the wind itself. She turned, heart unafraid by whatever was there. Will you grant them? Voice calm and unshaken as her eyes met the yellowy gaze of a man standing at her window, his long, dark hair blowing in the wind. I require two lives. She paused, thinking as her dreams were within grasp. She closed her eyes, and thought for a moment...
My parents. Take them.
The man smiled the most sickening grin, his eyes widened as he walked past her and into the hallway, his boots making a pleasant tapping noise with each step. She didn't move, or blink. Gingerly she lifted her stuffed dragon from under her blankets and hugged him, as the screams from her parents' bed chambers rang in her ears. With each thought, she drifted. Gradually, until her eyes closed for the very last time.
Shifting, she felt heavy. Wings are her sides, marble paws with claws and eyes as purple as the flower on thistles. Up on top of a grand tower, her stuffed dragon to her right. Her wish had been granted, but at what price? Life will have meaning today.
Chapter 2: When the cannibal attacks, my body becomes a shield
Chapter 2 stuff~
- Cake jumps in
- Vai does a bit more
- Haro, etc
There's a ringing in my e a r s.
