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yeji mami
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Inspiration: Slade of Teen Titans.
lee yeji
The devil, himself, even calls her "M'lady".
❝ If you value your soul, you'll never make a contract with her. But that's just the point. By the time she gets to you, you'll not have a care left for anything else.❞
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An outright filthy creature with a distinctive allure. Yezi strikes the chord of a hellion harlot perfectly, as she exudes the persona of a mistress too enthroned within her own power to truly know the value of dignity. On the one hand, she carries herself as a legacy. A goddess condemned to the peril of her own ego and owning every iota of it. Never one to be messed with, a woman through and through with no qualms in regaling her affluent charm. On the other hand, she's a drunkard stumbling in the throes of a self-induced stupor. She seeks reprieve at the bottom of a vodka bottle. The halo of condensation that forms just beneath it serves as the closest to salvation that she knows she'll ever reach. A woman built on walls thickened by facades even she has lost track of. Her number one priority is to harden herself, if not to preserve what's left of her piece of mind. Ravishing insanity, regret in its most alluring form. She casts a thousand molds... but you'd be lucky to comprehend even one.
26
august
virgo
voodoo priestess
☰
hell's herald
☰
vodka aunt
☰
single
☰
sapioual
☰
" shishigami "
►
my beloved
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❝ Fragment: The Lunar World. ❞
Her birth was a simple one.
There was to be no joyous occasion, no bespeckled embroidery announcing her first breath. She was, in every aspect, a nonentity. In the mortal world, she gained not an ounce of regard beyond the alley tabbies that witnessed her very conception. A street rat through and through with no purpose, gifted to the concrete slabs as a sacrificial lamb. Her mother was of no noble character, a Junoesque harlot. And she coveted her name enough to stamp it between her thighs for only those who paid her well enough to find. Not exactly a proper role model.
But her daughter was so very unlike her.
A strange child, that little Lee Yeji. A condemnation from her very birth that stole into those eyes a sense of loathing towards every breathing thing. They say her hatred was so potent, it inbred itself beneath her skin. A pestilence that laced her bones and embittered her silver tongue. A stain that revealed the hidden power scrawled in white ink against her sullied canvas.
❝ Fragment: Crazy Dog. ❞
She suspected her abilities long before she could even confirm them. Weaving the throes of dark magic from the tips of her fingers and into her stitchwork, she crafted tiny dolls of a myriad of arrangements. Button eyes, straw gore, cotton flesh... and a pinch of odium. A delectable concoction for her voodoo. And you bet her very first victims entailed of the men who used and abused her mother. But the woman was a lost cause, no doubt. Too driven in her monetarial advances (no matter how raunchy), that she sought fault in Yeji instead and denounced her daughter as nothing more than a demon.
To this day, Yeji finds it the most suitable compliment she's ever received.
But even a wench as low to the ground as herself needed a higher power to look up to. She devoted herself to Satan, all too aware that worms like herself were no pride of heaven. Her alters, her sacrifices, her prayers... All answered one day in the form of Lucifer's beckoning finger. For scrawled in blood against the glass of her mirror was an invitation to the gates of Hell.
A human, no doubt, among the first to walk against the fiery pit with all intentions to. She was regarded as something worth while there, a woman too unseen on the human world to be a threat. Yet still, she bore not a damn to give about anyone there--- no mercy, no remorse, and thus she became the perfect candidate for their design.
She was to be the herald.
A guide between Hell and humanity... and the key to hopefully help unlock the coming of the end.
❝ Fragment: Cider. ❞
Immortality is a promising bribe in the hands of someone with every intention to see it through. She took the Devil, himself, up on the offer the moment he made it. Crafted herself in the form of a new name--- "Yezi"--- and reinstated herself into the human world with a new purpose.
To act as Satan's middle man and see to the cultivation of his daughter.
She still practices her natural-born craft of voodoo, even owns a shoppe in the Devil's Den district of OpaCity. There, she maintains a close eye on her ward to ensure she grows to fulfill her purpose: end the world at the snap of daddy's finger.
Til then, Yezi likes to believe that she lives for herself. She's still but a human, after all. Still nowhere near as powerful as half the beings within the city. It shows by her weakness to liquor and a good time--- a slave through and through to distractions if she can afford them. And even more so if she can't. So far, she's outright at her job though. Allowing the very daughter of Satan to slip through her fingers at every other turn just to feed into her own entertainment. She made an agreement with him, after all, but never composed how she'd end up fulfilling it.
Loopholes are funny little things, though. In time, they're sure to bite her in the . And the moment they do, she's certain to fall into the hands of every soul she's ever treaded upon.
But for now... She pours up.
Her birth was a simple one.
There was to be no joyous occasion, no bespeckled embroidery announcing her first breath. She was, in every aspect, a nonentity. In the mortal world, she gained not an ounce of regard beyond the alley tabbies that witnessed her very conception. A street rat through and through with no purpose, gifted to the concrete slabs as a sacrificial lamb. Her mother was of no noble character, a Junoesque harlot. And she coveted her name enough to stamp it between her thighs for only those who paid her well enough to find. Not exactly a proper role model.
But her daughter was so very unlike her.
A strange child, that little Lee Yeji. A condemnation from her very birth that stole into those eyes a sense of loathing towards every breathing thing. They say her hatred was so potent, it inbred itself beneath her skin. A pestilence that laced her bones and embittered her silver tongue. A stain that revealed the hidden power scrawled in white ink against her sullied canvas.
❝ Fragment: Crazy Dog. ❞
She suspected her abilities long before she could even confirm them. Weaving the throes of dark magic from the tips of her fingers and into her stitchwork, she crafted tiny dolls of a myriad of arrangements. Button eyes, straw gore, cotton flesh... and a pinch of odium. A delectable concoction for her voodoo. And you bet her very first victims entailed of the men who used and abused her mother. But the woman was a lost cause, no doubt. Too driven in her monetarial advances (no matter how raunchy), that she sought fault in Yeji instead and denounced her daughter as nothing more than a demon.
To this day, Yeji finds it the most suitable compliment she's ever received.
But even a wench as low to the ground as herself needed a higher power to look up to. She devoted herself to Satan, all too aware that worms like herself were no pride of heaven. Her alters, her sacrifices, her prayers... All answered one day in the form of Lucifer's beckoning finger. For scrawled in blood against the glass of her mirror was an invitation to the gates of Hell.
A human, no doubt, among the first to walk against the fiery pit with all intentions to. She was regarded as something worth while there, a woman too unseen on the human world to be a threat. Yet still, she bore not a damn to give about anyone there--- no mercy, no remorse, and thus she became the perfect candidate for their design.
She was to be the herald.
A guide between Hell and humanity... and the key to hopefully help unlock the coming of the end.
❝ Fragment: Cider. ❞
Immortality is a promising bribe in the hands of someone with every intention to see it through. She took the Devil, himself, up on the offer the moment he made it. Crafted herself in the form of a new name--- "Yezi"--- and reinstated herself into the human world with a new purpose.
To act as Satan's middle man and see to the cultivation of his daughter.
She still practices her natural-born craft of voodoo, even owns a shoppe in the Devil's Den district of OpaCity. There, she maintains a close eye on her ward to ensure she grows to fulfill her purpose: end the world at the snap of daddy's finger.
Til then, Yezi likes to believe that she lives for herself. She's still but a human, after all. Still nowhere near as powerful as half the beings within the city. It shows by her weakness to liquor and a good time--- a slave through and through to distractions if she can afford them. And even more so if she can't. So far, she's outright at her job though. Allowing the very daughter of Satan to slip through her fingers at every other turn just to feed into her own entertainment. She made an agreement with him, after all, but never composed how she'd end up fulfilling it.
Loopholes are funny little things, though. In time, they're sure to bite her in the . And the moment they do, she's certain to fall into the hands of every soul she's ever treaded upon.
But for now... She pours up.