..+ The Withered Diva +..

Name: Xion

Age: Unknown. Early twenties

Height: 5'4

Ability: Levitate

Attacks

Dragon Breath

Crunch

Home: Forbidden Hollow

Job/Classes: Assassin Sanka, Accidental Performer

Rank: Level 2

Likes: Flowers, nightshades in particular. It is rumored that she eats them despite the poison. The taste of blood and the feel of it. Solitude, for everyone she knew has left her. Why would she need company then?

Dislikes: Noises, crowds. Hers is an act not often seen, or the audience don't live to see the encore. People who try to change her views or force their ways on to her. They don't live long.

Personality Childlike, but vicious. She is innocent in the way that tearing off a butterfree's wings is more of an entertainment. It is very easy to set her murderous ways so one is caution to step lightly around her.

History:
<sub>How to begin? How does one describe a madness so profound that there was no end to it? How does one because this deep, this horrible creature who's one goal in life is bloodshed?

Well.... It started with a man.

The man was a noble, in the court of Our Emperor. He had a wife, who could not conceive the son that he wanted. Disgusted with her, he took on a lover and a race formed, seeing who would be the one to bear the Noble a son.

The Lover won. She bore a baby boy in the start of spring. The Noble Wife lost, bearing her baby in the end of winter. The Noble, pleased with his Lover's achievement, banished his wife and to all else, had died in childbirth. The Noble Wife couldn't handle such embarrassment, such disgrace. Not shortly after a week of her daughter's birth, she took her life under the cherry blossoms, whose petals now bloomed red until this day.

What was to be done of the daughter? The Noble wanted her dead. He had a son. What good would a daughter serve him? But the Lover was quick, cunning, and clever. She whispered into the Noble's ear, speaking of other uses his daughter can give him. Power, money, influence. Strictly speaking, she suggested for the little girl to be raised only to be married off, to increase the Noble's stature. Pleased with this, the girl was given to the handmaidens and he never thought about her again.

She never remembered being held. Everything was just an image. The words, the pretty gifts. Even the touches by the handmaidens that raised her was artificial. Love didn't exist in this household. How you were treated was based on what you can do for them. Many times, the girl was betrayed for a better deal, a better situation, a better life.

The only one she held dear was her brother, a man whom she can never remember his face. Only he was kind to her, who accepted her without asking for anything more. It was he that gave the little girl an ounce of sanity, something to look forward in this mockery of a life.

The girl grew older. The Noble remembered he had a daughter, and started to parade her, dressed in finery, in front of possible suitors. She was treated like a prized horse, just for show. He didn't even touch her, and his smile was destroyed by the greed she saw in his eyes.

And her heart was shattered when her older brother was sent to make a name for himself at Court.

The years went by. Loneliness continued to drive the girl insane. Her internal clock ticked, as the thoughts of suicide began to filter through her mind. If brother wasn't here, what was the point of staying?

Then... brother returned. But he wasn't Brother anymore.

The Shiny Rayquaza had taken a new host and he went to destroy the man's past. What he found, however, was a wilting flower, that needed to be treasured, watered, and cared for. The man smiled at the girl with her brother's smile and reached out with a strong, gentle hand.

"My little Nightshade..."

No one could report what happened. Anyone that could was spread all over the mansion, in bits and pieces. The Noble was decapitated, the Lover was drowned. If viewed at a different angle, one would even call this a work of art, a horror of beauty.

She was named Xion. Her other alias "Deadly Nightshade." And this creature now stalks the shadows of the Hollow Forests, searching for a new victim. Searching always for someone to create art.</sub></s>

Update: Three Years Later

If I cannot see you
Why do I need sight?

If I cannot feel you,
Why do I need touch?



The flower has been abandoned yet again, and so has near withered beyond comprehensible state. Because 'Brother' is no longer around, the flower has struggled with her sense of identity, and devolved into a state where human comprehension does not exist.

She is a flower.

She is a doll.

She is the Withered Diva.

Additional Info:

:bullet: Since she no longer has her beloved 'Brother', the man rumored to have been one of the Badlanders, she has worn wrappings and burned her fingers to destroy touch. After all, why do she need these things if he is not here?

:bullet: Speaks in third person when referring to herself, though it sounds like she is speaking about another person.

:bullet: Has connection to Gaara.

Rp Styles:
Chat rarely, notes, comments, skype (ask for it. I won't bite)