Seraphine Florentia's Questionnaire

I'm not sure where I live, just that its somewhere deep in the woods. I am a monster and I don't want to hurt those around me, I get so lonely by myself... My home is a two story house with a forge I built up in the first floor, with the second floor being where I sleep, with a chimney poking up out of the roof to vent the smoke and heat that is produced when I make things, but it is nice to have a built in heater during the midwestern winters. Most of my effort was put into the forge, so my bedroom isn't that impressive, mainly just having a bed, couch, and bookshelf along with a separate room to house the things I make.

I get my money by making weapons and armor for those who are fascinated by medieval gear. I help supply a local renaissance fair during the summer to make extra money by selling them dulled blades and fancy armor. I spend most of the money I make on more metals, along with food for the month, if I'm lucky and I'm paid extra I will splurge and buy something sweet or a new book but besides that I live within my means. I've been told by a few people in town that the gear I make is top quality and I should make my own website, but that's currently hard to do since I don't own a computer and there is no reception where I live.

I have two ambitions, the first is something I’ve strived for my whole life: I wish to craft a divine artifact and prove that I’m not just a curse or stain on this world. The second is one I’m more scared of acknowledging but also the one that’s more important to me… I want to establish a sacred space for me and those with my curse to live in peace without the fear of hurting those around us. I don’t think I am mentally strong enough to kill another person, it’s part of why I hate myself and this fucking curse. However I am willing to set my life on the line, I don’t want anyone to suffer from this curse.

Blood, Blood, BLOOD, BLOOD!

That was all I could think about as I mercilessly tore through my own parents. I didn't stop to think or even feel a shred of guilt or remorse. That sickening feeling was... euphoric, I couldn't get enough, I was like a junky who just did a line of coke. It took days before I turned back and realized what I had done, but by then there was barely anything left of my parents. I told the police a bear had broken in, I was just a kid back then but I was forced to realize that I am a monster and a danger to society. Nowadays I live in the wilderness, making sure to minimize all human contact before something dangerous happens.