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.

Originally I didn't know anyone since I had shut myself inside to hide away from the world, but now I've met other people, contractors I believe they are called that I've come to know. I've met a quite a few people by now but there are three that stuck that I try to keep in touch with. Two of them are contractors I met in the same contract, one of them was a person named Pey. I couldn't really describe them besides the fact that they seemed to have a sort of otherworldly charm and charisma to them, I am planning on making an artifact for them like the others but hopefully they like the utensils I made for them. Next is Daisy, though I heard she also goes by Miss Fortune. She is a really short lady with red hair and green eyes who also seemed to suffer social anxiety like I do. I personally ended up befriending her and that caused me to start opening up a little bit with others, even making things like a cast iron pan for her. Finally is Alexander, he is this guy who seems pretty smart and knows a lot about technology. He had these really cool flying shields that I want to copy and make for myself since they helped me survive so long while transformed into a werewolf.

My childhood was a pleasant one, before the accident occurred. By now the memories of my parents have mostly faded, but I remember my father having blonde hair and green eyes while my mother had brown hair and brown eyes, I seemingly inherited my father's eyes and my mother's hair. They were nice people, but always acted secretively, telling me not to enter a certain hidden room in the basement. Originally I always listened to them but one night on the full moon I got into an argument with them and in my tantrum ran into the forbidden room. There some sort of dark energy or spirit invaded my body and all I could think of was an intense craving for blood. I had pushed and begged my parents lots to go to a regular school to meet other kids my age but they always refused, causing me to be homeschooled but now I know why...

I haven't been in love yet, I don't deserve happiness after everything I have done. The blood on my hands is my curse and my ambition, I can't afford to be happy until I right the wrongs I have committed by making a place where those like me don't have to live in fear of harming their loved ones like I did with mine. Until that day comes and I can finally attain peace, I will have to keep people at arm's length away from me, my armor can't afford to have any cracks or weak points in this holy mission.

I'm scared of being captured by the government, and transforming into a werewolf in public and massacring everyone around me. Both of them are sort of hand in hand, I know that I am a threat to everyone, plus before they died my parents warned me about how dangerous the government was... I just wish they knew how dangerous their stupid daughter was. I know that they will perform experiments on me to see how I function and if they can harness this forsaken curse, but I can't afford that happening, this curse must not spread to others. My other fear is obvious, but I should still explain why. This curse is giving me forbidden urges and thoughts, to hunt both animals and other humans around me, I can barely hold on with the little willpower I have left. I have had a few close encounters, unlike my skills with a hammer I can't control my strength as a werewolf and when I fight I run the risk of killing someone. The last thing I want is to have the blood of more innocent people on my hands, it is a risk I can't afford to take when life is so fleeting and precious.

My most prized possessions are my forge hammer and a pendant I keep locked away in a box inside my house. My forge hammer was something I had hand crafted and I consider my masterpiece, never having broken despite over a decade of use which I guess makes it my magnum opus. My pendant on the other hand is the last thing I can remember my parents by, I had fled the house when I came to from my curse and I happened to have that pendant which was my birthday gift from mother and father still hanging around my neck. I am too scared to go back to my old home, but I am certain that anything else I held dear is gone from there, leaving only the cold uninviting spite from the dead to welcome me back. I can never bring that pendant with me on a contract, I can't afford to lose the last memory I have with my parents so easily.