Stella Kingsley | Zero Magi

Stella Kingsley,

this is gospel for the fallen ones

Stella was raised under Serena, a mother that was kind and loving, yet strict and demanding. Stella learned from a young age to be kind and open towards others, respecting differences. Well mannered, she was taught how to properly sit, eat and drink. Rules weren't prohibitive to her, as she could always ask if there was something specific she wanted. Typically, looking deep into her daughters eyes, Serena had a hard time denying something as long as it seemed reasonable. As such, Stella also came to respect and obide whenever Serena stated something in regards to the rules.

Stella's father, Elijah, was teaching her more practical things. With his ability to manipulate earth, the two of them were typically crafting jewelry things together, if not working artfully through clay pots and figures. Their time together always had the both of them paying full attention to what they were doing. Most often, if something came up, Stella experienced her father choosing to finish what they were doing, before moving on to the other things demanding his attention.

Stella is kind towards friends, strangers and animals alike, typically going further than anyone else would to ensure that people have just a slightly better day. There is always warmth in her eyes and a welcoming smile on her lips. Despite how bad her day may have been, she'll always attempt to take the rain with the sun; For in everything negative, there must be the foundation for something positive!

Stella is a child, and as such, her features make it exceptionally apparent. Standing at a meagre 4'3'' she is hard to spot in a crowd. Thin as a stick, she is quite obviously malnourished, weighing merely 56 pounds. The girl has a pair of eyes which change color depending on her mood. Most typically, when she is in a positive mindset, her eyes will be white as snow. When distressed, her eyes will turn red. When confused, puzzled or curious, her eyes will turn deep purple. In the rare occasion that she is saddened, her eyes will turn emerald green. The girl is of colored skin, with hair as dark as coal. For living on the street, her figure is also rather well kept. Nails are cut, and her skin is kept clean by washing whenever she gets the chance to. Both of her ears are pierced, and homemade jewelry adorn her figure.

From the girls back, two enormous moth wings sprout. The wings are, most often, neatly folded neatly together underneath her cloth. In their span, they are about twice the length of her arms, and span from just above her rear to the top of her shoulder. The wings can change color in the same way that her eyes does, though it typically takes a good fifteen minutes of being in a specific mood for the color to completely change. Otherwise, the wings are typically a mix of multiple colors, shifting beautifully, especially in sunlight. Additionally, Stella has moth dust constantly secreting from her wings and hair, meaning that ruffling her hair will leave your hand covered in said dust.


Stella cannot afford to pick how her style looks. Whenever she has the chance to find something to wear, she takes it. Often times its a few sizes too large, or sewn together from different pieces of cloth. Its not hard to figure out that she is homeless.

Parents
Mother: Selena Kingsley, deceased.

Father: Elijah Kingsley, living father.

Siblings
Brother/Sister: N/A

Extended Family
Meh: 


Stella was born to a loving Magi couple, in a not so lovely place. Being born into captivity, the girl's parents were determined to give Stella the best life that they possibly could. For the most part, Stella was left in Serena's care, as Elijah was about in the camp, ensuring that there'd be enough food for the family. Due to the circumstances, Serena was likely more strict with Stella than she would have been, if the girl had been born into their care outside the relocation camps. The only time where Stella was allowed to go outside, even if it was merely to play in the surrounding foliage, gardens, was if Serena could keep strict observation over her, or when her father wanted to spend some quality time with his daughter. The punishments for disobedience were harsh, yet fair. Stella never understood the danger that misbehaving in front of the humans could have, because her parents were doing an incredible job at keeping her out of trouble. Serena could see it in her daughters eyes, the desire to see the open sky, the desire for freedom, so more often than not the homely chores were being done late at night when Stella was sleeping, so that Serena could accompany Stella outside in the daytime. The bond between Serena and Stella was twofold. Not only was Serena a guardian mother, she was also Stella's best friend.

Whenever Elijah had spare time and could share some time with his daughter, the opportunity was taken. Stella and Elijah were often making practical things together. Shiny stones, gems, metals and more was being formed into beautiful jewelry of different kinds. One day, before her fourth-year birthday, they had crafted a pair of earrings. It was a grey silvery pair, with white stones that matched the girls eyes. The craft they made together was typically more of tribal and crafted nature, than expensive jewelry. Elijah had figured, that if Stella walked around with potentially expensive jewelry, the guards wouldn't hesitate to take it from her - or worse. This specific pair of earrings had Stella's eyes sparkling with intrigue and desire, the first craft they had made together which she really liked. It was shiny enough to appeal, yet personal enough to hold emotion. To the girl, it was something that went hand in hand with being a woman. Looking from the earrings to Elijah, back to the earrings, the girl didn't need to say a single word to indicate what she wanted. Naturally, the father was sceptical. Piercing ones ears wasn't painless, and listening to Stella cry would certainly shake his heart. At the same time, it was a learning experience, for the both of them. "Sometimes, to have something good which we want, we have to endure some pain."

Holding her breath and clenching her tiny hands into fists, the metallic needle which Elijah had created effortlessly pierced through her skin. A few trickles of blood dripped from her earlobe, but she was doing her absolute upmost to be brave. Not a single squeak of pain left her, although she certainly stretched her arm out to grasp onto his hand. The whole reason why she could be this brave, was because Elijah was by her side. As long as he was there, she had nothing to fear!

...Elijah however, soon had something to fear; Namely the wrath of Serena, because who of the two did he think had to make sure the piercing wouldn't become infected?! What if Stella was going to get sick?! The dispute didn't last long though. As Serena stood there, looking sideways, a little ashamed of herself, Serena made a single comment which made Stella sparkle like a thousand suns. "They really do look beautiful on you, Stella." That night, despite having slept in her own room for a few months, Stella slept between Elijah and Serena, tugged neatly between their embraces, warm, comfortable... safe.

Their little fairytale wasn't lasting long. It had been at evening, not long before Elijah was to come home. Stella had been sitting at the dining table, drawing sketches, when a few heavy knocks on the front door startled the peace. As was customs when unannounced visitors came by, Stella quickly darted to the master bedroom, where Elijah and Serena slept. In there, the girl went completely quiet, watching through a small crack in the bedroom door. There was an armed man from the relocation-camp staff at the front door, talking loudly and demanding that he'd be let inside the house. Before Serena could respond much in any way, he had attempted to force his way in. Although it wasn't Serena resisting, the guard had taken it as hostility. Kicking the woman to the stomach, a single downer-round was fired before she even hit the ground. The loud bang was enough to make the girl move. Stella opened the door, running into the living room, crying loudly for the man to stop hurting her mother. The plan within her mind was simply to run up and attempt to kick at his legs and get him off of Serena so her mother could escape. The girl was not understanding what was going on, only that her mother had been hurt by this stranger, and that she needed to do something! Stella was terrified, and her unresponsive mother on the ground certainly wasn't helping calm her down. Before Stella even reached the man to carry out any offensive, another round was fired, hitting Stella squarely in the chest, with enough force to have the girl do half a flip backwards, flopping helplessly on the ground next to her mother. A grim smile was on his face, as he lifted Stella off of Serena, tossing the girl onto the nearby couch, getting her out of the way for what he was about to do. The world was blurry, and her body didn't want to move. Things were shifting, colors were blending.

A demon. In the door to their home, a demon had appeared. It was covered in darkness, with arms as thick as logs, claws as sharp as knives! A horrible sound, as it charged across the room, slamming the man away from Serena, brutally beating him into submission. The beating wasn't stopping. The demon was going to kill all of them. The dosage was overpowering her senses, her eyes slowly closing, the image of the demon forever ingrained into her mind.

The next day, Stella awoke to find herself in bed, next to her mother. Serena was gently stroking her hair, remaining so incredibly close to her. It almost felt as if this gesture was to calm Serena down, more so than it was to calm down Stella. It was a gesture that kept repeating we'll always have each other, I promise. Tired, exhausted, Stella wasn't quite sure if all the events she remembered had been nothing more than a nightmare. Closing her eyes, she soon drifted back to sleep. The next time she woke up, there was shouting and fighting in the living room once again. An arm swooped underneath her arms and around her chest, lifting her from the bed forcefully. Perking up, she started screaming. "Mommy! Daddy!! Help me!" Screaming and crying, the world was a difficult one for the four year old to comprehend. They were stealing her away from her parents, and her parents certainly weren't happy with it either. Given yet another downer dosage, Stella was easily and quickly subdued, removed from her home, removed from her parents.

...It was essentially a prison cell that she woke up in, lord knows how many hours later. Four by three square meters, containing a small desk, a chair and a bed. The exit was barred, and there was nothing about this circumstance to make her feel comfortable. The entire cell would've been black, if not for a flickering lightbulb at the ceiling. Sitting up, she looked around, instinctively calling out for her parents. "Mommy! Daddy!" The girls voice echoed through the stone halls. Steps soon responded to her call. A person, dressed in white, with plastic gloves over his hands as if he was treating and dealing with animals, informed her that her parents were bad role models and that continuing to make noise and creating a stir would have consequenses. Furiously, panicked, she shouted directly at the man in white. "I WANT MY MOMMY!" The response was almost immediate, and the girl needed to be taught that when a consequense was stated, a consequense was had. There were three of them. Three grown men to keep a single child under control. They dragged her through dark corridors, and with her mind still hazy from the downers, she had absolutely no idea of the layout of the building.

Ending up in essentially a clinic, her arms and forehead were strapped to the chair she was lying upon. There were so many different tools in the room, several seemingly used to harm people rather than help them. This room was as much for torture as it was for treatment. Bowing over her, the man in white from before had something to teach her directly. "You're with us now. If you cannot do as you're told, we'll make you. So since you refuse to be quiet, we'll make sure you'll be quiet. Magi filth like you shouldn't be speaking anyway. I'm just doing the world a favour." That day Stella lost her tongue and her voice, forever silenced, just as promised.

For the following months, the girl didn't see the sky. There were so many different tests run to determine what Stella was capable of, all of them came out negative. It didn't seem as if the girl held any particular power to her. As such, she was deemed completely useless, and rather than being transformed into a Hunter Weapon or a test subject, she was set free into the world to find her own path.

Healer I: A person is able to heal their own minor wounds in a matter of a blink of an eye. Minor wounds consist of shallow flesh wounds. If the wound is upon themselves, it does not take much energy. However if they are healing another, the task wears on them.

Sympathy I: Allows an individual to effect one other person or animal's current emotions and pain to exactly what the user is feeling at the moment. This is triggered through touch at this stage. Note: you cannot sense what another is feeling, you can only manipulate.

Empathy I: Grants the user the ability to sense emotions and physical pain of one other person or animal through touching them. At this stage, the emotion or pain that you sense in another will then become your own. This is accomplished through touch.




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[b]Tamako Market, Choi Mochimazzi[/b] as [i]Stella Kingsley[/i]