HAYES, kaitlynn sienna

[kaitlynn]

KAITLYNN SIENNA HAYES!?

'Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't,I find comfort in decay.'

hey there! so, tell us all about you... let's start off with the basics. what do we need to know?

"My names Kaitlynn Sienna Hayes, and I like to be called that. I hate nicknames they get on my nerves. If I get called anything but Kaitlynn I tend not to answer or snap at them, Sienna is my mums name and so became my second one, I don't really use it as it's just a nuisance and not many people actually know it. I'm a tender age of 17, or at least I look that way. I'm actually a lot older and got bored of keeping track after my 200th birthday I guess I'd be around 400 now. I'm a demon and some people would call me evil. But does it really make me evil, does it? I may have fallen from guardian angel and everything but imagine how many humans would be demons too if you actually thought about it.I guess I hate the fact that Humans have it that easy. If you hadn't noticed I'm a female, a girl, a women. Whatever, the fact is I have a vagina and breasts. Not really that hard to recognise is it? I'm 100% straight. OK, maybe not 100%, I appreciate a pretty girl when she walks past but I can't really say they do anything for me, that is unless their super hot. But never have come across someone like that yet. My alliance should be pretty clear. A demon: aka a minion of Lucifer, aka someone evil aka on the dark side. Some people may think I look quite sweet but trust me I'm not. I guess I can see why they might think that, I'm really quite short at 5'2, (but don't call me a midget or I'll do something you wish I didn't) and I don't weigh that much. Lets just say I'm not over weight neither am I a super skinny, model like anorexic. That's about it. I don't feel like sharing any more about this. And anyway wouldn't want you to have to much information, where would the fun in that be? "

so, a little birdy told me that you're pretty gorgeous... describe yourself.

"I guess I look A LOT like the celebrity Lucy Hale but I don't really see it. I'm as short at her at 5'2 and about the same type of shape. Am quite think and delicate type of shape, the height making me look even more so. I have long hair that I like that way, I think it may have something to do with the fact that I come form a really early period when it was considered a feature that shows off you're beauty. Nowadays girls don't really do that sort of thing. It's a kind of dark brown colour and I don't mind it. It may not stand out or be the most exotic but it suits me and that's all I care about when it's concerned. That and the fact that it's really soft and wavy another thing that I like to keep that way. I don't seem to get girls at this time and age. why they liked the pin straight look. Fashion has been changing for years and I haven't really tried to keep up. Though I think some of the things people wear this period I hate the most. Some people just don't have any modesty left and that pisses me off. I like to keep a bit of a surprise on what's underneath all the clothes, while at the same time looking elegant and sometimes even quite modern. I like the casual wear like Converses and shirts as well as jeans. They are one of those creations that I'm glad for. Hoop skirt's weren't my thing at all. But on the elegant side of things I sometimes like being more formal with things like dresses and skirts. My eyes are a brown colour similar to my hair but sometimes have a really small amount of green in them. There one of my favourite features. I have the strange scars on my back from where my wings had been, it;s a constant reminder of what I had lost, not that I mind.So I may look a little like Lucy Hale but I'm really different too."

i'm sure that your personality is something else completely, tell me all about your self, can't wait to hear it!

"I'm quite a sly person. Secrets are something I'm great at keeping and manipulating. I like to use them against people and dig deep finding the most interesting and darkest ones. Its a kind of hobby. One thing I like is heights, being high up off the ground. It reminds me off when I used to b able to fly. One things I wished I hadn't lost. It used to make me exhilarated and made me feel less claustrophobic. Flying is definitely one thing I love. Another is chaos, I like the fact that it makes people scared and make them feel like their out of control. This gives me the upper hand and this lead me onto the fourth thing I like. Its power having control over a situation and being able to decide what happens next, be it with my own or other people lives. Some people are so easy to manipulate all you have to know is what they want most, what they secretly crave and then use that as a bargaining point. There aren't that many things I like but another is the beauty of a storm. It reflect everything that I've seen and it may be so chaotic but there's also a strange sort of plan to it. It's systematic and destroys everything, but it can be expected. It's not something sudden but t build and build until suddenly. Boom. It lets go. And its sort of freeing. It's a lot easier for me to describe thing I don't like and a lot more straight forward.I don't like the crudeness of this century, there's no more mystery to everything. It's a lot more straight forward and I prefer the games and twists and turns. I also hate order, it's so boring. As well as people who seem to obsess over everything. Why? I see no point in that. Another thing that gets on my nerves is peoples ignorance to learning, they don't seem to care what come of them. And when I lost my life I had everything planned out, everything I wanted to do. No they just think of the moment and nothing else. This list could go on for ages but I'll just name one last one. I hate perfectionists and people who want everything to be perfect to the last grain of sand. It seems so daunting worrying about every single detail.

My strengths are creating havoc and playing mind games all tying in to the fact that I liked disorder, maybe that's why I got on with Lucifer so well. another thing that I'm pretty good at is playing the piano. I had to learn how to do it at at the day and age when I had first become a demon, because during that time and age it was considered to be a sign of wealth, being able to do something musical. A weakness of mine I could also say was that I never forgetting what it used to be like being human, and even a guardian angel. This always prevents me form moving on and you could say that's pretty sad. Never really forgetting all the things you could have done and been. But I don't regret being a demon, after all I had chosen this life. And it's so much fun! And a third weakness would be getting to caught up in other people's lives and never really moving on with my own.

A habit of mine would be playing with my hair when bored or angry it always calms me down and gives my hand something to do in the process so that I wouldn't so something I'd regret. As well as getting involved with thing's I shouldn't. Why do I do that I have no idea. One thing I fear, and this isn't something many people know, is never finding love. Sure games are fun but never settling down and having a proper life makes me shiver, such a daunting prospect that I hated thinking about it. Another fear is having my life out of my hands, having to depend on something else. What if they let me down, or what if they lie to me? Trusting people is not something I do often. And when I do it's always carefully.A thing that no one knows about me is that I'm jealous of humans, why do they have to have such simple lives and I can't. They can feel the human sensations that I can't. I would so live to be able to feel the cold again, even if it was unpleasant it would still be better then nothing. My hatred for humans never was anything but the jealousy I feel. I've always wished to be human again to carry out the plan I had. But since I'd died and become a guardian angel I hadn't regretted the fact that I chose to be a demon. It made me better and that's better then being a guardian angle but not as good as being a human again, nothing would be.

Overall I like to have fun and mess around with everything and anything, some people might think I'm ruining their lives but in my mind I'm just having fun and making mine better. So that may make me selfish but I could be so much worse and at times I am. At times I show people why I actually am a demon. Why I fell from heaven, such a great place to most but the heat of hell had attracted me. Lucifer fitted what I was better and if that meant joining the dark I didn't mind. And so I am, dark and everything that comes with that. Love is important but I've never been in love and the unknown scares me so I had never really tried that hard to find it. But now I want it more then ever and I can't help but feel the tug in me when I think about it. The war is just that a war, there will be casualties and I know that but as long as I'm safe I don't care as long as nothing gets in my way I won't bother. But the minute I find something I don't like I will get it do anything in my power to change it into something that I agree with. My family has been dead for a long time and now the only time I think about them is when it's actually brought up. Which it usually isn't, I can't really remember them that clearly any more and this I regret.
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i would love to hear about your past, i'm sure it's oh so interesting...

" I can't really remember my human past, it's been so long ago now that I don't really even try to remember it. But when I do it only makes me long to have it bad. I didn't have the best human life I was only a simple farm girl but I liked my life and was like any other person would have been like. Dreaming to go on adventures and such. My mum and dad I'd always gotten along with and during that day and age I was expected to marry young, they had my suitors all picked out already and I didn't mind. I knew that, that was how it always had been and would be so i just went along with it. My mums name had been Sienna and I had taken it as my second, but rarely ever used it because it always made me wish to be back there again. My dad was a normal loving and caring dad his name was Joseph. And I'd always thought to him to annoying, always telling me off but now I knew I'd had it well.

Then came my accident. i had run off with my friends to a river. We thought it would be fun to mess around a little and have my friend. We were pushing each other around, trying to push the other into the river. And since I was the small petite little thing at 5'2 I lost but on the way down it hadn't been as harmless as we thought it would be. There were sharp rocks sticking out and I seemed to have fallen on one and that was the last memory I had of being human. And then I became a guardian angel. I didn't mind it at first, I liked protecting them from coming to my fate and not living out their lives. That is until I was assigned to a person who wanted to committed suicide I had no idea how he could want such a thing, how he could want to take his life away like that so I went mental. I granted him his wish and killed him. But I didn't do it as painlessly as he would Have wished. I had ripped him part by part and let my anger and jealousy rule my actions. I didn't make it back to heaven. I didn't go back.

Instead I found a demon. I asked him to show me to Lucifer where there I made a deal with. I told him I wanted to be human again. And he played on that he told me he had a way of making me one. Of course as I later found out he didn't but at that moment in time I believed him. In return for my supposed humanity I had to go and kill people and other species that were part of the light. And I did it without mercy. Becoming a demon. When I figured everything out I was parted form Lucifer and hid form him, but I was still a demon. And I still had urges that Lucifer had woken in me. I still craved the chaos and the pain that they felt. So I continue now, Treating people like they were my dolls and making them suffer because that's what he taught me and I had no idea how to not do that. I had no idea how to be myself any more. And now I just crave blood and I get it. "

who is the amazing mastermind behind the likes of you?

"My name is Sandra and I'm 14 and at first my sister dragged me onto here, but now I'm kind of getting into it. I'm from England and I've only got one other character on here, which I should probably start using more. I'm really paranoid, ask Jurate, I'm scared of everything and over think things."

I smelt him before I saw him. He smelt like someone who I should recognize I should know, like someone I had come in contact with before. But I couldn't place my finger on it. But the thing that I did know was the he was heading toward my parent's graves. He could be a member of you're distant family, a soft voice spoke in my head but I was sure I would remember him if he was. He smelt like no one Ash had smelt before. He could recognize traces of it but he didn't know who he was and that was getting on his nerves. What if he was a threat? Ash didn't want to fight, especially not today of all days. It had been a long time since he had come here and he needed a peaceful day to try and let go of the sorrow he felt, being the one who had survive and everyone else having died. He knew that he couldn't change anything, he couldn't bring them back to life but he could try and forgive himself for something, he knew deep down, wasn't his fault. But still he blamed himself every time he thought of it. Every time he thought of that evening.

As the man, and Ash could tell he was a man through his sent, came closer toward him, his body stiffened. Screaming at him that he was a threat that he could hurt him. But still something in his mind told him that he shouldn't overreact, he shouldn't act before actually working out who this mystery man was. As he slowly turned around to face him the first thing he saw was the barrel of a gun, and he was pretty sure those weren't ordinary bullets inside. That lead him to one more clue to who this man was. He was a hunter. Not many people carried guns around. And most people didn't bring one to the cemetery. Humans anyway. The rest of the super natural kind rarely ever used guns. They had other kinds of ways to protect themselves: witches had their spells, shapeshifters had their animal forms, firetamer had the fire they could create and so on. The only thing type of person Ash could think of that carried guns, and also ones that had silver bullets, was a hunter. They were always prepared and always ready to fight. They didn't smell different to humans, you could only find a trace of mythical around them because of how often they came into contact with mythical beings. And know Ash knew why his body had reacted that way, it had seen that this man before him was a threat and warned him. But something inside him told him not to attack and this seemed strange to him.

"What the fuck are you doung at my parent's grave, mutt." Ash started at him, thinking he had misheard this person. His parent's grave? Ash knew that here was no way that was possible all his sibling had died and there was no one else he could think of that would call his parent's their parent's. Maybe there was a mix up, maybe he was at the wrong grave. But Ash knew that it would be hard to mistake this gravestone for any other. It was simple while others around it were either crumbling down or were something fancy. So Ash took a closer look at the man right in front of him, he was dressed in dark colors, but Ash could have guessed that, after all most hunters dressed like that. It was easier to blend in. Yet again he saw something in his face that seemed to remind him of someone else. Someone who Ash couldn't remember at this moment of time. He knew, in the back of his mind who it reminded him of but he couldn't put the mans face to the name quite yet. ''Excuse me, I think that you've made a mistake, It's easy really. But I'm standing here, in front of my parents grave. I don't want any trouble so would you please put the gun down, unless of course you'd rather take it somewhere else because I don't want to fight here. It would be direspectful...'' The please sounded forced and Ash wondered if the guy noticed how strained Ashes voice was. It was contained all the anger he felt for this man in front of him pointing a gun to his head, and also all the emotions he had felt because he had come here and remember something he didn't want to. Something that he knew he could not forget and this all added up. For a moment Ash wanted to fight, this would have released all the stress, but on the other hand he knew it wouldn't be much of a fight if he was too be shot right now..

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