MONSTER, yin

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You are a pile of nerves, a symbol of baseness. Scared and intimidated by everything and anything you’re not familiar with, hunger is your only solace. Blood is warm. It will push you to the forefront of human civilisation but at least, even for a moment, you will be warm.

Your ideas, your vocabulary are oil and water. When pried open with your claw like nails and daggers for teeth, humans fall quiet. No cursing at you or crying at you, both of which you find equally confusing, and for a moment, just a moment there is a sweet biological ecstasy that pools at your throat, spreads to your stomach and relaxes your mind.



A ghoul has no other purpose but to feast the flesh and drink the blood of the dead. Being undead, it does not tire, it does not rest and does not breathe. Being young, Yin’s mind revolves exclusively around food. Over time, feelings of pain and pleasure and hunger will all in all, gradually numb, but it’ll be a long way away until she has the privilege to feel that way.

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The years that have flittered by before your current consciousness was born existed in all shades of darkness, a void like darkness. The void was not all you had existed in. There was a time when you had existed in arrogance, greed and egotistic pragmatism, it's as if you've done it all. But that person has always been there; existing exclusively to balance you out in the greater picture.

It's as if you were destined never to have a shot at happiness, a life of peace. (Could happiness be part of your existence, anyway?)

[attr="class","appname"]YIN

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AGE: 19
SEX: F
RACE: GHOUL
HOMELAND: SHARA DESERT
CONTRACT: Y