Hemurokku

When Hemlock was born, she was born a Human. Hemlock was born into the Rayitou Tribe. Her father was French and her mum was Native American. She was born within the tribe, but before she turned six months old, her parents decided to move out of the tribe's territory. All throughout Hemlock's childhood, her father would train her with a plethora of weapons. During this rigorous training, her father would intentionally break every bone that wasn't lethal. His reasoning behind this was he wanted her to gain a resistance to pain. From this, breaking a bone has almost no effect on her and she has an insane pain tolerance. The cherry on top is that her right eye hemorrhaged and made that eye almost completely blind and extremely sensitive to light. Her mother didn't do anything to stop this, in fact, she wasn't any better. From the age of one, her mother would inject her with every kind of poisoning. She never injected enough to be lethal to Hemlock, but there was an absurd amount of close calls. Due to this, all her veins turned blackish-purplish and half of her hair turned a stark white. Hemlock endured this for years, finding her only escape in music. As she healed, she would play her flute or cello, sometimes she could be heard humming or singing along. After several years of this, Hemlock finally snapped. When she turned fourteen, she brutally murdered her parents. After murdering them, she completely dissected them. Once she was bored, she left the mangled bodies in the building and disappeared, making sure to only bring her family's grimoire and her mother's notes. Upon surviving alone, she became a notorious grave robber by the age of eighteen. She would steal the corpses just to dissect them and leave either a Hemlock or a Wolfsbane plant at the dissection site. She never hit the same grave twice, and she never dissected in the same place. Eventually Hemlock became bored with corpses and animals didn't pique her interest as much as humans did. They didn't pose a challenge. By the age of twenty she was coaxing whores off of the streets and would murder them, only to dissect them. She'd sometimes dissect her victim whilst they were alive. She was fascinated with their reactions and how their bodies worked. It was so much different than a corpse. As she became a serial killer, she never went out in any identifiable clothing. Her clothing was baggy, and she had face coverings. She also wore shoes that were too large for her. Even though she is tiny and fragile, she used poison to subdue her victims. She learned all that she needed from her mother. Hemlock's ancestry is littered with plague doctor's, which led to her grimoire being filled, along with her mother's notes. Several medications, poisons, anything and everything she could dream of. By twenty-three she was a known serial killer… but no one knew it was her. She never left a trademark or anything that could lead back to her. Throughout her life, she killed and stole to make ends meet in order to survive. She wasn't able to hunt at all, due to everything she used being poisoned or laced with poison. But her knowledge on the flora and fauna helped her survive. She would also trade plants for coins as well, sometimes on the darker market when poisonous plants were requested.

One day she managed to fully decipher her mum's grimoire. Upon doing so, she became an unholy deity, a Harbinger of one of the worst classes. The Broken Killer; Harbinger of Torture, Pain, and Trauma. She took on a wolf-like appearance, albeit her appearance was much more grotesque and horrifying, rapidly decaying with poison for blood that's constantly dripping from her gaping wounds. She'd grow horns and her tongue would be forked. Her claws and teeth would be the sharpest object in her world, yet they're ever growing. If not taken care of, they will grow into her flesh, and thus her bones, and then through her body, winding around and around and around. Her teeth would grow outwards or even straight through the roof of her mouth, depending on their location. Her eyes, they're manic bound, though decaying. However, she still has sight. her muzzle and nose, still keen in smell, is now reduced to her ashen bones. Her tail now elongated and rotting away, tips of her bones visible, as well as other segments throughout her tail. It's decaying, though it isn't even. Her ribs, probably the most morbid sight of all. Broken and scattered, flesh retreating, peeling away from the poison. Singed the colour of a magenta galaxy, bits of bones from her ribs looked like meteors or shooting stars amongst the wreckage. With every ragged, jittery, uneven breath, the ribs dare to crack more as the decay feeds on the armour of flesh, exposing the soft smoke bones to the naked eye. She became evil of one of the highest regards. Her name was feared amongst the masses, only to be trifled with by the bravest of Harbingers. Only a few are able to meet her wrath and leave alive, though not unscathed.

The Broken Killer; Harbinger of Torture, Pain, and Trauma

Hemlock is quite deranged. She has lost most of her sanity and she is lost in her own thoughts more often than not. She's neither kind nor rude, however she doesn't know how to form bonds. Due to the fact that her sanity is nearly completely shredded she doesn't understand why forming bonds is essential or how to go about it. Hemlock is rather cynical and sinister. She has a morbid curiosity with the human body and her curiosity often drives her to do vile things. She has no control over herself when she's pulled into her obsession. Considering her frayed mind, she isn't the sharpest in the box, but her intellect is large and vast in niche subjects. She's often rather jittery and often whispers crazily under her breath. She isn't cocky, but she's confident in her abilities. In addition, Hemlock is more of an introvert who prefers her own company. She can be found playing cello or her flute in her free time, often later at night. Now that she's a Harbinger however, she is often seen roaming the streets, forests, anywhere dark at night. Her eyes follow anything that moves with ease. She stalks wolf-kind, taking anyone foolish enough to step outside. She is a murderer of the highest class, even if she were to be slain, she'd simply come back. For that's the pact she made when she sacrificed her Humanity..

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