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EXAMPLE 2:
AI: Claire Danes
Destasia "Dez" Pastor
Birth date: CE 209
Birthplace: Pelia, Macedonia
Parents: Ionnes Felix Pastor and Iulia Comito (Both Deceased)
Siblings: Cyra (living)
2 Macedonian swords
Body Bag
Boot stilettos
Kevlar body armor
Dez grew up with her sister Cyra in a typical Apollite nest, knowing she would die young. All her people would, and they had learned to adapt to their shortened lives in many ways. They often married by the time they were sixteen and started having children as early as possible so they could live long enough to see them almost become "adults". The practice of killing oneself the day before turning twenty-seven also became a part of normal society.
Dez personally thought it was a fine "screw you" to Apollo who would not have the satisfaction of fulfilling his curse. She also didn't understand why all of them should have to be punished for something someone else did long before she was born. It just wasn't fair, so she was determined to have as much fun as she could for as long as she could. After all why should she have to miss out on anything?
She was 8 yrs old when she began hearing whispers that members of her nest had found a way to cheat the curse. And the ones called Dark Hunters who hunted them down and killed them for daring to defy the vengeful god who'd cursed them. They were the boogy man of her people, slayers of bad children who went astray.
One day she and some other kids were playing, and one of them dared her to sneak into the room set aside for the ritualistic suicide. Never one to back down from a dare, Dez agreed quite readily, too quickly for some of the kids who upped the ante by saying she had to stay there overnight. She was scared but among kids a dare was a dare and amid clucks and so she agreed once again.
Later that day, Destasia headed out to fulfill her end of the dare but ran into Cyra along the way. Being the older sister Cyra was always looking out for her and when she caught Dez sneaking off to do something she wanted to know what was going on. Dez finally told her thinking that maybe, Cyra wouldn't let her get away with it and she could use getting caught as an excuse. No such luck, Cyra did however say she would sit outside and wait for her to complete her dare as a witness and to keep her from being too scared.
Later on, Dez would wonder if Crya had known she wanted to get out of the dare and offered to go with her to make her keep her word or to learn a lesson of some sort. Crya was always thinking, she was smart and came up with the best ways to get out of trouble, the best ways to win a game against the others and other useful things.
Dez was more the impulsive one, easily lost in the game rather than strategize and frustrated when things didn't go her way she barreled through like a bull in a china shop. She was smart in her own right; her ideas were sound, but usually lacked in the smaller details of how to get it done. That was Crya's department!
So, Dez and Crya made their way down the tunnels to the rooms where people went to kill themselves before dying the horrible death the curse meted out. The boy who had challenged Dez met them in the darkness his eyes wide that she'd actually shown up. He didn't like that she'd brought Crya, but after a brief argument he was satisfied that Crya would stay out of the room and only wait for her. Even so he stayed with them until Dez crept inside with her heart pounding in her ears.
She looked around at the room surprised that it looked almost like her room, a large comfortable looking bed, some chairs and a table with some candles on it. At one end was a closet with a curtain across the entrance, she sat down at the table wondering how many people had died here. It was creepy, and she didn't want to stay, but she could hear Crya and the boy talking softly outside.
She knew he'd make fun of her if she came out now, and worse he'd tell the others! She forced herself to stay, then after a few minutes the boy left and it got quiet. Destasia called out to Crya to make sure she was still there; she was, and Dez figured that if nothing had happened yet then nothing probably would.
Sitting there was boring; she crossed her arms and laid head down on her arms and started to doze off. A short time later she awoke to voices, adult voices coming her way! Dez jumped up to run out when the door opened and Crya hurried inside telling her to hide. They ran into the closet just before a woman came into the room, she was young and pretty with long golden hair much like her and Cyra's. A man was with her, Dez peeked out as they kissed, she could hear the softly exchanged words between them.
They were saying goodbye, she was older than him it seemed and she was going to kill herself. He wanted to stay with her and she wanted him to go. Finally he left, and the woman sank into a chair and cried. She had a knife in her hand that gleamed in the candlelight.
Dez grabbed Cyra's arm looking at her with wide eyes, this wasn't part of the dare! She didn't want to be here for this! Cyra's firm grasp kept her from bolting out of the closet and getting them both into serious trouble.
Dez buried her face in her sister's shoulder refusing to watch the drama about to unfold just beyond the curtain. After a few minutes she looked up, nothing was happening or so it seemed, Destasia looked out to see the woman throw the knife away her hands shaking as they came up to cover her face.
The clock started chiming, it was midnight, the girl looked panicked and ran to get the knife again Dez watched in horrified silence as the girl cut her wrists but it was too late. Blood ran from the wounds, but she was already becoming wrinkled and grey haired, she would die of old age before she bled out. Her skin tightened around her face again thinning out so that the skull was clearly visible, and her eyes drooped her lips pulled tight over her teeth.
When her hair started falling out Dez hid her face again, crying against Crya's shoulder. Then the screams began... it didn't matter if how hard she pressed her hands to her ears the bones cracking and the screaming went on and on then after seemed like forever there was silence. An awful sudden silence that was almost worse than the screams, Dez couldn't help but look again, the woman was dead, her jaw had dropped off onto her pretty dress then began to turn into dust.
Dez couldn't stop shaking, this was going to happen to her! Cyra would go first, her smart and beautiful sister would turn into this thing... and she'd be alone. Not for long though, it would only be a year before this was her fate too. She clung to Cyra she couldn't lose her sister! And she didn't want to die, not like that and not even by her own hand.
"I don't wanna die!" Destasia repeated while she cried. "I don't want to die. I don't wanna die!" Cyra did her best to calm her down, telling her that she would think of something.
That was centuries ago, they had decided to cheat the curse, and both women were now quite accepting of the way they had to live. Killing a human and taking its soul was no worse than a hunter killing a deer for dinner, it was a way to survive. They
Cyra was now a successful business woman while Dez had yet to decide on one career she flitted from idea to idea until she lost interest or she could sell her idea to someone else to make it work. Right now her passion was clothing from top models to wearable weapons for daimons and marketed to the black markets and mercenaries' world wide.
Right now, Dez was following in her sister's footsteps trying to gain entrance into the elite ranks of the Spathi demon. The plan is to gain enough notoriety to get someone's attention to be recognized for what they truly were.