Saint Hale Sapphire
Hi It’s nice to meet you.I blew Twenty - One candles on my birthday cake.
Must I remind you. I’m a
Female
Hmmm… If I must choose
Bisexual
Oh yea, I’m a
Demon
This is how I will behave if you sneak up on me.
Saint isn't very complicated, unlike other females who have mood swings constantly, Saint simply has few things that switch every so often, the main ones are in fact the most deadly. Being calm and being angry. Simply yes? well it's not as simple as it sounds. Sure she isn't complicated as said, but that doesn't exactly cover the lack of sanity in this dark figure who has wicked anger problem when being touched by people she doesn't permit.
Being angry for her is normal, like how someone drinks water. It's a natural emotion which shows itself every day. There are other things that set her off like a atomic bomb; getting dust/sand/water in her eyes, having others touch her (a simple tap on the shoulder from the wrong person would set her off), or even a argument with the wrong person, but for that special someone to set her off, she has to have a deep loathing of them. When some people are angry, they tend to scream, punch a wall/punching bag, rip pillow apart or go to someone and vent, for this particular women, she tends to snap bones or cause as much physical pain onto someone who made her unhappy. But does her best not to bring death to the person so they can sink into the deep pain she had inflicted; thus her mood rises seeing the person weep, beg , and sometimes try and escape from her. She gets a kick off of others peoples pain, it runs in the family.
As for her calm side, it isn't as sadistic as her angry side. Normally when she's calm she has an alcoholic drink and a book with her, sometimes she's flirtatious but nothing sexual ever happens because she is an old fashion girl; waiting for that perfect one in her life. It is possible for her to be kind, caring and even motherly but it doesn't show very often because no one tends to heed her warnings when she says Don't touch me or I'll rip your arm off. Thankfully Saint, deep down inside is a gentle person, she just has a liking to injuring other people.
Let me tell you something about myself.
Saint's mother is a dominatrix and her father is a Master to several willing slaves; they like to be abused as a sexual turn on. So you can figure how Saint's playroom was when she was growing up. Those barbie dolls a normal child would play with were burnt with lighters since her parents weren't home often, the babysitter was a drunk and a druggie who'd have sex with her boyfriend on the couch. She burnt her dolls, stabbed the teddy bears to take the stuffing out and invented her own playthings which resembled S&M toys. But those were never discovered by her parents or the babysitter, thanks to a loose board in her playroom.
As soon as she had reached the years of double digits she became more interested in what her parents were doing, and dreaded going to school thus being in-rolled in homeschooling. It was more of bliss then an annoyance to her once she was yanked out of school since she had already been suspended three times for harming fellow students. Her thing about not being touched was developed at a young age, and no her uncle didn't rape her, her father didn't beat her. She just didn't like people touching her in anyway shape or form, people she didn't see worthy.
In her parents eyes she was an angel, and opened her eyes to their work business, when she was just under age, but that didn't stop her from wanting to know more. Saint had turned into an alcoholic at age fourteen, and was interested in reading every book possible at eleven. Smart, deadly, sinful. As soon as her body had started to develop she had taken on the chance of going to clubs, private parties from her parents clients and other small social events where she could get what she want by the flick of her wrist. The men fell for her beauty, and she was in control of everything, which gave her the power over many others. Just like her mother in a way.
As soon as she had found what she wanted in life; to explore the paranormal, search what has never been searched in the human eyes she had began a unusual hobby; hunting. Not animals, or people, but more paranormal activity. It didn't last long seeing as money could only stretch so far when you didn't have the connections you needed, so she gave up and settled in a house in a very small town, opened up her own bookshop and decided to lay low for a while before she'd kick up and strike back at those who had shunned her when she was a child; revenge is a fine dish served cold.
Here what else I think you should know about me.
It's rare to see Saint without some kind of drink or book. Even though Saint doesn't like to be touched, she has an odd fascination with hugging/clinging/snuggling/cuddling other women with large breasts.
Let’s see who got me in this mess.
Marcus Eve
