Pet Name: Autumn_
Owner: STAR
Theme / Type: Lanturn Braenon
Born: October 13, 2011
Gender: Female

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Level: 5
Hit Points: 4 / 4
Strength: 1
Defense: 1
Speed: 5
Intellect: 0
Misticpower: 2

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

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Art credit to Makah~

Name: Mary-Mercy Autumn Blackwood
Alias: Autumn, called and named that for her fiery orange hair
Age: Immortal, ages old. Was killed when she was but a young child
Gender: Female
Theme Song: [Click]

Personality: While she was alive, she was sweet and kind, and had an adventurous and mischievous streak. She preferred to observe rather than to speak. But now she's turned callous, cold, and ruthless. She cares nothing for anything or anyone and shows no mercy whatsoever, despite her name. She cares only for the rush she receives when she gets 'revenge' and only focuses on filling her hollow, never ending craving for bloodshed. She may still have slivers of compassion hidden deep in her heart, but refuses to accept or show it. She wishes - vaguely - that she wasn't what she has, and truthfully is very disgusted by everything she's done. But yet old habits die hard, and there's no way she could adjust to changing her life.

Quad Appearance: Jet black fox like creature with scars and rotted, gray flesh coating her body in different places. Orange streaks, reminiscent of her hair, line her stomach and paws. A cheerfully orange pumpkin carved into a grotesque, grinning face covers her head.

Human Appearance: When she was alive, her hair was a beautiful shining orange color, similar to the leaves that swirled around her home in Autumn. With rosy cheeks and curious, glimmering eyes, she wasn't much different then any other child. Now she's a creature found in nightmares, legends and horror movies. She still holds the build of a child,. As time went on her skin turned gray, rotted and fleshy. Bare bone juts out in some places, and any skin that's still intact is coated with scars and open wounds. Her teeth are broken, sharp, uneven and permanently tinted a crimson red. Her eyes are dull, you can still faintly see streaks of her natural, unusual amber; but mainly her irises shine of an odd mix of red and yellow. The only thing that has remained the same is her bright hair.

The Blackwood family was a topic of great gossip in their home-village. Not much was known about them. They kept to themselves and all the members seemed very devoted to each other. No doubt were they successful and happy. Though they were peaceful, people still made vicious assumptions about them. The reason they were so quiet was that they were plotting what curse to put on their town next; anytime sickness or crop failure broke out it was their fault. The cold theories built up from jealousy over the Blackwood's seemingly lovely, easy life. They had moved to the village with their living already earned, they hadn't had to struggle with farming as all others had to.

Nothing was unusual about them as all the village resident's believed. They had moved to the village to escape the accidental death of one of Autumn's brothers, and were looking for nothing more than peace and a place to grieve without memories clouding every corner. Autumn's father had had labored for years to build a successful farming career, and they were luckily able to move and survive comfortably without anyone having to work.Though the Blackwood's were very willing to interact with neighbors, the sneers they got soon after their arrival made them stick to themselves.

They were able to manage with the isolation and shunning for a few years. No one bothered them personally, and besides the gossip, nothing harmed them. They kept each other company and were happy with their new lives - they slowly but surely began to recover from the loss of a precious child.

But one year things went wrong. A highly contagious and life-scarring disease began to go around and killed children and adults alike, and with an extreme winter and rainy spring, crops died and people slowly began starving. Though the causes were natural and unfortunate, people needed someone to blame. They didn't know how to cope with their emotions properly and thus the Blackwood's became their punching bag. None of them had gotten sick - due to a lack of interaction with other villagers, presumably, and their life was as comfortable as ever. They had tried to help other villagers, but had been greeted and turned away venomously.

They soon began receiving threats. Those of death, torture, arson. They were accused of sending curses all over the land. They knew the villagers were not exaggerating, and were so desperate they'd certainly act out on anything they said. They boarded their boxes and decided to move out before they lost another person of their family. But due to the horrid weather, a wagon couldn't come to fetch them until weeks away. Mud and slush lined the roads so going anywhere was impossible - whether on foot or by horse and wagon. More people died and people became hungrier.

The villager's soon made a decision. They let all their anger and sadness and hopelessness into hatred for the Blackwood's and everyone came together to take a vote. On whether to execute them or force them out of the village. The choice was made fairly quickly. Nobody in the village wanted anyone else dead and they all argued that the Blackwood's were certainly capable of casting their curse on another innocent town. They'd have go get rid of them as soon as possible.

The Blackwood's were worried and tense, but never did they imagine the villagers would ever consider something gruesome on such little evidence and pure lore. So they had no warning of the villagers' decision. The villagers' decided to execute every single member of the family - even young Autumn. As cruelly and finally as they could, to make sure they didn't come back.

The villagers' planned as intricately and carefully as they could. They would wait until the middle of the night, thrust all the members out of their house, tie their hands, and kill them. All the weapons would be ready and a Priest would be present to go over holy readings. Older members would be beheaded, younger members would have their throats slit.

It worked flawlessly. None of the Blackwood's awoke to their home being broken into, and they were bound and ready in no time. All were lined up, and the job was done as cleanly as possible. Autumn was saved for last. She watched, one by one, as all her family was murdered. She knew what was coming to her and her last moments were filled with horror, fear, hatred, and uncontrollable rage.

Some wanted to spare Autumn, but it was decided that it was more humane to not let her live after what she had witnessed. She certainly wouldn't grow up sane. Finally someone volunteered, and Autumn was killed. Most refused to watch, and she begged for mercy in her last moments.

But she knew her fate and all she could do was pray and close her eyes as the axe swung her way...

When she woke up, she expected white. Clouds. But she was faced with the bleak land that had been the last thing she ever saw. She wasn't filled with peace. She was filled with dull pain and a heavy sadness and anger. She took sharp notice of her surroundings. She heard the soft crackling of flames and low voices. She was filled with dread when she realized she was laid down next to the body of her mother. Her mother wasn't breathing. And neither was she. Autumn realized, curiously and with horror, she hadn't breathed either. In the 10 minutes she had been... awake. She slowly turned her head and saw the bodies of the rest of her family were being burned. Only a handful of villagers remained. Now was the perfect time to escape. All were focused on the fire and corpses. Autumn quietly crawled away and broke into a run as soon as she was a decent length away. She hid in a tree not very far from the flames, and was filled with a sick satisfaction when she heard the screams of the burners. They noticed she was gone. She grinned and was tempted to jump in front of them, but she knew she had to bid her time before she did anything.

She didn't know how she was alive. Glancing down at her body, she realized blood was pouring slowly down her body and a sizable hole was scratched in her neck. She felt no pain. She felt better than she ever had. She felt eager. She should be afraid. Bewildered. She wasn't human. She shouldn't be alive. But she was. She knew it was for a reason. She didn't know what that reason was. But she could take a guess.

She waited a few hours before climbing down from the tree. Finding the nearest barn, she messily ransacked and took whatever weapons she could find. A pitch fork was the best she found, but she wasn't picky. It would do. Whistling, she found the nearest house, and didn't bother even being quiet as she broke in. The screams didn't bother her. They sent a pleasant fire through her body. Again and again, she did it. Revenge was amusing. Revenge was fun...

The old Autumn was gone.

Though it seemed Autumn was only meant to get revenge on those who killed her family, she didn't stop there. Her heart, her compassion was gone. She wanted blood. She wanted control. So she began traveling, stalking those she assumed had bad intentions and killing them before they could follow through. She tells herself what she does it right, and her life is a never ending cycle of the same pattern. She's able to kill by remembering the brief life she once had with her family, and deep inside she knows her taste for blood will never be fulfilled.

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Shaun says as for me probably trying to make Ireland Santa Claus whispers * she doesnt know so dont tell her that*

Shaun says when mistmas comes what are you going to do XD

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