Stephanique
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| Biographical Data | ||||||||||
| Real Name: | Stephanie Johannson | |||||||||
| Known Aliases: | Steph | |||||||||
| Gender: | Female | |||||||||
| Species: | Human | |||||||||
| Ethnicity: | Caucasian | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | CLASSIFIED | |||||||||
| Base of Operations: | Millennium City | |||||||||
| Relatives: | Unnamed parents, Constance (aunt, deceased) | |||||||||
| Characteristics | ||||||||||
| Age: | 19 | |||||||||
| Height: | 5' 7" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 115 lbs | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Purple (born Brown) | |||||||||
| Hair: | Purple (born Brown) | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Pure white | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Slight | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | Star tattoo on left shoulder
Two piercings in lower lip | |||||||||
| Status | ||||||||||
| Alignment: |
Neutral Good | |||||||||
| Reputation: |
Unknown | |||||||||
| Identity: | Secret | |||||||||
| Years Active: | 1 | |||||||||
| Citizenship: | American citizen with criminal record (sealed) | |||||||||
| Occupation: | Student | |||||||||
| Education: | High school | |||||||||
| Marital Status: | Single | |||||||||
| Known Powers and Abilities | ||||||||||
| Trained in the use of shadow magic: force effects for long-range damage, containment structures composed of mystical dark matter, life-draining spells that allow her to heal herself
Flight (Other abilities may surface in the future) | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Paraphernalia | ||||||||||
| An e-reader with collections of poetry and stories (also serves as her grimoire); a notebook with poetry, observations, and random drawings; a felt-tip pen fashioned as a raven-feather quill; an MP3 player with goth/industrial music; censer with sandalwood incense | ||||||||||
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(at request of investigating parties, PRIMUS will redact certain information until further notice)
(notes found on the desk of Dr. XXXXXXXXXXXX, working under PRIMUS)
SUBJECT: STEPHANIE JOHANNSON
OBSERVATIONAL NOTES
Fixated on parents' religious upbringing. Possible source of subject's disdain concerning any form of organized religion based on the Abrahamic faiths.
Formed a strong bond with her aunt Constance XXXXXXXXXXXX. Aunt died by random lightning strike, according to town records and local newspaper accounts. (contradicts subject's claims; bears further research)
Evidence points to a possible infatuation with XXXXXXXXXXXX. Find information on XXXXXX, and use to our advantage if subject needs detaining.
After the "Event," subject's hair and eyes changed color from brown to purple, skin changed from pale flesh to near chalk white. Possible side-effect of power awakening.
(From a possible school assignment, found crumpled behind a wastebasket in her dormitory room)
I was born to abusive, soulless parents, their tormentuous love ripping me apart with every move, every word. They preached the love of God, but from liar's lips. I found solace with Aunt Constance, an oasis of kindness in a desert of pain and suffering.
To my surprise, on my twelfth birthday, she revealed herself to be a sorceress, weilding the dark arts, showing me the warmth and beauty of nimbic strength. I stole away from my parental prison and learned at the knee of my aunt, my teacher... my mother of my soul.
My parents, wielding polished crosses and newly-minted Bibles, attacked my teacher with their barbed words of religious hypocrisy. Their fXiends following behind, many bodies, one mind, no soul. They dragged her outside, stripped her bare, tied her to a stake; the smell of gasoline fills the air.
She looks at me, proud, defiant, beautiful. I wanted to be her, to take her place, to die so she may live. Father groped held me while Mother destroyed her sister, my teacher. She spake to me in a hidden tongue, known only by teacher and pupil. Her light was no more.
(A stain shows on this part of the page; tests show that it is a teardrop stain)
The town was silent, was dark, as if its soul died with Constance. I went to her house, the silver eyes of Diana guide me; I felt my aunt's warmth through the rooms, through the house, through my aching lonely soul. I followed her secret code, to the intrepid letter, and, as she told me, I found her books, her charms, her focus... her magicks. I prayed to Hecate, tears of hatred staining my clothes, as I asked for the power and understanding to cause the town to see the truth, to destroy the secret simian that holds the town in its sway.
I felt the warmth of the shadows as they embraced me, lifted me. I see my teacher, her face giving me strength, resolve... love. I thanked my true mother, as she placed a hand over my heart. It was then I felt the power grow within me. The power of fear, the power of darkness, the power of the ebon truth... the power of the shadow witch.
Over time, the silent town grew in fear... fear of their secret, fear of their hypocrisy, fear of their mortality. I showed them their fear, showed them true power. I showed them the truth they didn't want to face, the true Wrath of a God they have long shunned.
No one knows why the mayor and the other parishioners left their pillars of power. They will not tell, for their shame silences them. I will not tell, for my silence gives me power over them.
I was then sent to this school, to learn how to control my dark sorcery. It is but another knee to learn at, another vessel to expand my growth. A millennium is but a moment, a second is but a lifetime.
Nyx, Hecate, Diana... attend my respectful prayers. Give me the power needed so others may not suffer as I have, so others may have the gift of hope... a gift I have been denied.
(signed)
Stephanie Johannson
Stephanique
(a page that fell from subject's notebook, after transferring to Millennium City)
what have you done to me?
a dark black shadowy cloud of betrayal as affections scream.
once we tasted paradise,
wide-eyed and innocent,
but your thirst perished.
a furious pool of agony -
tears follow pain, follow hate,
love torn apart
in a burst of vengeance.
i condemn you.
The poem was generated using The Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator at http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/
FINAL ASSESSMENT: Approach with caution; subject's control over the shadow realm shows signs of improvement.
