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Leeftijd: 20 jaar

Uiterlijk:Blond haar, slank, egale huid, knap gezichtje en voor een vrouw redelijk lang. Klinkt niet verkeerd, toch? Misschien is ze helemaal jouw type of juist totaal niet, maar dat ze er goed uitziet, valt eigenlijk niet te ontkennen. Haar blonde haar hangt vaak los om haar gezicht heen en ondanks het feit dat ze slank is, heeft ze wel op de juiste plekken mooie rondingen. Haar lengte lijkt haar uiterlijk perfect af te maken. Wel is ze nog altijd kleiner dan de meeste mannen, maar voor een vrouw is 1,74 toch wel lang te noemen en daar is ze trots op. Buiten haar uiterlijk heeft haar lichaamsbouw nog een voordeel, namelijk dat ze erg snel, soepel en behendig is. Erg sterk of gespierd is ze dan misschien wel niet, maar haar met haar snel- en behendigheid weet zij zich prima te redden in een gevecht of ze nou gewapend is of niet.

Innerlijk: Een pittige dame, dat is Giselle zeker. Waarschijnlijk is ze nog koppiger dan een ezel en haar van mening doen veranderen is dan ook een haast onmogelijke taak. Het liefst zou ze haar mening over alles dan ook maar wat graag met iedereen delen, maar ze heeft van jongs af aan geleerd om haar mond op de juiste momenten dicht te houden. Dat heeft haar er alleen niet van weerhouden om haar afkeer jegens bepaalde dingen of mensen toch te laten merken al is het slechts door een vuile, geïrriteerde of zelfs dodelijke blik. Giselle is dan eigenlijk ook een open boek, maar ze laat anderen niet snel toe in haar hart. Ze is altijd bang voor verraad en de pijn die dat met zich meebrengt aangezien haar vader enkele jaren terug om het leven kwam dankzij een goede vriend die de zogezegde 'gouden tip' door had gegeven aan de duistere kant. Toch zijn er wel degelijk twee mensen die ze vertrouwt en voor wie ze bereid is haar leven te geven: Cedric, haar 13-jarige broertje, en Devin, haar beste vriend. Voor hun heeft ze letterlijk echt alles over en toch jaagt die liefde haar meer angst aan dan wat dan ook. Bij deze twee heren is ze dan misschien niet bang om verraden te worden. De gedachte dat een van de twee iets zou overkomen is al een marteling laat staan dat ze kwijt zou raken. Voor haar is er niemand of niets belangrijker dan deze twee met als gevolg dat ze af en toe een tikkeltje beschermend en overbezorgd is en dan vooral als het om haar broertje gaat. Verder is erg trots en ijdel waardoor je haar snel beledigd hebt en ik kan je alvast waarschuwen dat ze daar op z'n zachtst gezegd niet bepaald vrolijk van wordt. Het laatste wat nog over Giselle te vertellen is, is waarschijnlijk haar dapperheid en haar vechttechnieken natuurlijk. Bijna elk wapen beheerst ze tot in de puntjes en ook zonder wapen is ze iemand voor wie je uit moet kijken, want angst om iemands leven te nemen heeft ze niet.

Extra: Zoals al eerder gezegd is Giselle's vader dus vermoord door de duistere kant, omdat hij naast Giselle's moeder een tweede liefde had. Met deze vrouw heeft hij zelfs een kind gekregen, Giselle's halfbroertje, en aangezien deze vrouw bij de soort hoorde die door de duistere kant werd verafschuwd, werd dit als een misdaad gezien. Een goede vriend van de familie had dit geheim doorgespeeld aan de duistere kant die haar vader dus letterlijk een kopje kleiner heeft gemaakt. Dit heeft haar haat jegens deze groep alleen maar vergroot en ze heeft gezworen zich nooit over te geven en al helemaal zich nooit aan te sluiten bij deze mensen die van haar mogen rotten in de hel.

A long whistle reached my ears. It was the signal, the signal that told everyone involved that we would infiltrate. All the troops slowly and quietly got up. We’d already reached the camp of those traitors and now we’d take it a bit further; we’d infiltrate and murder them all. Well, that was the plan. I wasn’t sure if it’d work, I mean, no-one knew the exact number of Mortalia and Xotikoi living in the camp. The front lines now moved faster forward, while the back lines – the ones I was in – stayed behind. Adrenaline swirled in my veins when the first shouts erupted from the guards. I shot a meaningful look to the side, where one of my friends was still crouching. The attacking Profecti were supposed to do this quick and silent, so that nobody would notice us. Now, though, they had probably woken up the whole camp. This would make things a lot more difficult and the little faith I had in this enterprise was now completely lost. The Mortalia were less than useless, but the Xotikoi were pretty damn dangerous. I sighed. Let’s just hope the Profecti know what they’re doing. I thought. When all the screams had quieted down, another long whistle sounded: the signal for us to go further in. 

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Because we weren’t with a few people, I decided to stay behind a little. I didn’t want to risk a slow and painful death because of one of those damned arrows of theirs. Afterwards, I wouldn’t be as glad that I did, but the horrible shrieks of my former friends made the decision very easy. I still didn’t feel scared, at all. The mission was already fucked, so why would I be? If it got to a certain point of failure, I’d just run. My companions didn’t even notice me when I didn’t follow them and just kept crouching in the low bushes. It was then when I started doubting. I could just go back now and not risk anything at all, but leaving my friends behind, on their own. And what if they would win? It was hardly an option, but just maybe... they’d make it. If they would win, they’d need me for interrogation. They might not miss me now, but they would when they’d need me. I made up my mind; I’d stay for a little longer, though the screaming started a headache and the crouching did no good to my knees. I looked around a little, not even trying to cover my infamous eyes. It was almost too dark to see anything, which gave the Xotikoi an advantage over us. I suddenly thought I saw a movement nearby the trees, though quickly convinced myself there was nothing, nor nobody. The shrieks seemed to move away, though when I got up just a little, I saw two other crouching figures. They caught my attention, because they had started to whisper to each other, but they weren’t trying to be as silent as possible, no, they weren’t even close to that. I frowned annoyed at them; they were giving away my hiding spot, for crying out loud! Then, suddenly, a soft swoosh sounded. My head snapped up in the direction it came from, before looking back to the two boys. One of them had just screamed and was now close to crying, according to the heartbreaking, choking-like sounds he made. I frantically looked around again, trying to discover where the arrow came from, but the wailing of the boy didn’t make things better. I had no idea where it came from, so I just got up a little and walked backward, away from the two boys. I was kind of panicking by then, but tried not to let it show. The trees got closer and closer, but I was just thinking about getting away from there.

My head snapped up and I quickly turned around, only to come face to face with an arrow. My eyes widened and I fixated of the one shooting the arrow. It looked like a girl and when she spoke, it was rather obvious that it was indeed a girl. ‘Wrong direction,’ she said and in normal circumstances, I would’ve chuckled, though now everything around me seemed to slow down, as I tried to get my feet to move. Then, suddenly, the arrow changed its direction, causing my head to snap up again, this time in the direction of one of my mates. I didn’t know him very well, but I was very thankful for his actions, for they had saved my life. The boy didn’t pay any attention to me, though, as he immediately tried to attack – and kill – the girl. Said female dodged his knife and stumbled backwards, walking into me. She was the second one not to pay any attention to me though; she turned back to the guy and killed him. In fact, she killed him with his own knife, which caused my face to scrunch up in horror. Then, unanticipated, someone yelled a name I didn’t quite catch and another boy appeared in the scene. The girl looked up, too. Even though adrenaline hadn’t stopped messing up my thoughts, I figured quickly I could use the distraction the boy caused to sneak away. As silently as possible, I walked backwards, focused on the two of them. I almost didn’t even notice her actions, all I knew is that I was all of the sudden pinned to the ground, the girl straddling me. Because of my reflexes, I closed my eyes, not willing to reveal my powers. ‘Stop,’ the boy said, from which I deduced she wanted to make an end to my life as well. ‘Why?’ the female voice snapped. ‘The fight is over, enough people have died. Nicholas said that we take the survivors as prisoners. They can be useful, he said.’ I didn’t know who the heck Nicholas was, but I owed him one, big time. Just like I kinda owed the other boy one, but he was dead... so... I guess that didn’t matter anymore. The girl didn’t object any further and I felt several arms under my armpits, hoisting me up. ‘Let’s go,’ the boy snapped. I still hadn’t opened my eyes and I was planning to keep it that way.  

During the walk I had a little trouble keeping up with the boy and the girl, as I had no idea where I would stand and tripped over random stuff from time to time. Maybe it wasn’t practical to keep my eyes closed, but I didn’t want anyone to know about my powers. I had looked up a couple of times, while making sure no-one looked directly into my eyes, and had noticed that the girl was definitely shorter than I was and so was the boy, though the difference between him and me was significantly less. Finally, we stopped somewhere and as I heard more voices, I was afraid to open my eyes. ‘Samuel, Giselle, there you are,’ a different, lower voice said. Ah, so that was her name. Giselle... I’d have to remember that. ‘I see you listened to my orders,’ the voice said again. Thank god they did, I thought to myself. ‘Blind him.’ I was about to protest myself, didn’t they notice I hadn’t opened my eyes so far? I couldn’t see even if it weren’t dark! I felt some sort of rag getting wrapped around my forehead, before that Nicholas guy spoke again. ‘Fine, let’s go.’ When we were walking, I realised it was actually a good thing that they blinded me. Now I could let my eyelids rest, without having to worry about anyone discovering my powers. I was trying hard not to laugh about Samuel’s story about the butterflies and about Giselle’s obvious irritation. ‘Just get that stupid kid inside,’ she snapped, causing me to roll my eyes behind the rag. ‘On my way, Miss.’ He was always cheerful, wasn’t he? I’d known – well, known... call it whatever you want – him for about half an hour or so and his optimism already annoyed me. Because I wasn’t injured at all – only some minor bruises from falling on my back before – the examination didn’t take long and it didn’t really bother me. What did, though, was when they took the rag away. Apparently, they wanted to check my eyesight or something, probably the only thing I protested against. ‘Come on, kid, open your eyes, or we’ll have to do it for you,’ an old sounding man said sternly. It was the first time I spoke again, so my voice sounded a bit hoarse, but I couldn’t really care less. ‘My eyes are fine, leave them alone,’ I snapped. ‘Well, how can you know, if you don’t get ‘m checked?’ ‘I know, believe me. Now leave me alone or things won’t get pretty,’ I threatened. The elderly took a step back and several hands got me to move to another room, the rag not getting tied around my forehead this time. No-one said a word, so I assumed they all knew where we were going, except for me. 

I was sat down and immediately slumped down, actually getting rather comfortable of the stiff, wooden chair. I listened carefully to the sound of the steps people I couldn’t see took and to the soft whispers of said people. After a little while, the voices and steps died down and for a moment I wondered if I was left alone. It seemed quite possible, actually, since they had tied my hand together at my back. I was about to open my eyes and search through wherever the heck I was, when I realised I wasn’t here all by myself. After all, Giselle’s voice was soon cutting through the silence. ‘Okay, big guy, I don't think you wanna stay here for a long time and I don't want that either so if you just tell me what I need to know, we both can go quickly.’ Even though she was being rather nice, I didn’t say a word. Even by knowing her the tiniest bit like me, I figured she’d get annoyed by that easily and quickly. ‘Got it?’ Still no reaction, which caused a silence to fall again. ‘Are you deaf?’ she snapped, though it didn’t move me to answer either. Her being still quite calm, caused me to be rather surprised. I had expected her to lose her temper far earlier. ‘Are you deaf?’ she asked, which proved my point. ‘Look, dork...’ she started. Never mind that point, she was getting angry now. ‘I don’t have time for this, so... Look at me when I’m talking to you!’ I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to pieces to stop myself from saying anything and I actually shut my eyes a little tighter. ‘Damn, why do they wanna let you live?!’ she muttered angrily, now obviously annoyed. The corners of my mouth moved just this little bit upwards, afraid to show her what I was really thinking, but not having enough self-control to hold everything in. ‘I’ll ask you one more time... Look. At. Me.’ It wasn’t really a question, but I figured she didn’t really care. I let another short silence fall, before I decided to finally speak up. ‘You really want me to, don’t ya?’ I spoke slowly and calmly. ‘Yes, why else would I ask it?!’ Because you’re a naïve idiot, perhaps. The words were on the tip of my tongue, though I didn’t speak them out loud. ‘Okay, then,’ I whispered. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a couple of times to let my eyes adjust to the light, after which I stared into hers. I didn’t really try to hurt the – may I add beautiful – girl, I just let my powers do the trick by themselves. Then I stayed silent, while waiting for her reaction to the assumingly devastating pain that must’ve been stirring through her body by now. 

Maybe I should’ve looked away. Maybe I should’ve granted her mercy. But, then again, maybe I didn’t. She tried to kill me, twice, she deserved some punished. Of course, my powers were a hell of a lot more than ‘some punishment’. Well, I had always assumed that, I couldn’t use my powers on myself. I knew, I was pretty damn sure, actually; I’d tried it, but that’s a story for another time. Even though her body didn’t seem to react on the dazzling pain, her face most certainly did. Probably without her realizing, her jaw dropped, her eyes widened and showed a pain so great, I couldn’t imagine anything near it. Do realise I wasn’t even trying to hurt her, I just let my powers do its little trick, including her not being able to look away from my awfully painful stare. Just as always, I didn’t even think about regret at that moment. Later on, I just might, but right then I there, it was just... fun, actually. It was fun to watch the horror in her eyes. I probably sound like a sadist, right now, but I’m not gonna lie to ya. She deserved it, anyways, first she killed that other guy, then she was close to killing me... yeah, she deserved it. Suddenly, I heard frantic voices and footsteps coming into the room, then I saw how Giselle got pulled away, after which I closed my eyes again. I’m not ashamed to say I was smiling contently, glad that my powers worked, as they always did. ‘Didn’t see that coming.’ I heard Giselle say. It made me chuckle, my powers never ceased to amaze. I listened a bit to Samuel and Giselle’s conversation, but when the short lad seemed to indirectly threaten me, I did open my eyes halfway, looking at what he was doing and if I indeed had to feel threatened. Samuel looked angry, just like Giselle. Of her I was already used to it, but that over positive weirdo wasn’t supposed to be angry, he was supposed to talk about butterflies and other random shit! I already had closed my eyes again when I figured Samuel wasn’t really that much of a threat at all, but that also implied I didn’t see whether anyone was still in the room or if it was just Giselle and me. ‘Why the hell didn’t you do that before?’ Giselle asked, way more surprised than I had expected her to be. ‘You just... like... that boy could still have been alive! He saved your live and you didn’t even try to save his?! You... that’s just so... okay, I really don’t understand. Did you just don’t care at all or are you just a coward or... Damn, I really just don’t get it at all.’ I couldn’t help but chuckle rather loud at her frustration and I opened my eyes halfway, just in time to see Samuel walking straight up to me. My eyes widened a little, though I didn’t yet figure out what he was doing. He was lucky my look didn’t reach his eyes in time, as he was now practically able to do anything, something he seemed to gladly use, as the next thing I felt was a rock hard fist against my cheek. I squeezed my eyes shut tight again, trying my best not to scream like a little girl. 

I couldn’t help but smile a bit at what Giselle told Samuel. I was starting to like this Nicholas, especially because his explicit request to keep me alive actually kept me alive and it gave Giselle an excuse to send Samuel away, the rat bastard. ‘As if he deserves that,’ he mumbled, at which I grunted. I didn’t even deserve that punch, for crying out loud! How dare he treat me like this?! It wasn’t my fault, when would these idiots get that? If Giselle hadn’t insisted on it, I would probably have never looked at her! I brought my hand up to my face to cover my cheek, groaning a little at the pain. From that moment on, I’d probably hate that rat bastard ‘till eternity. No, scratch that, I would surely hate the ass ‘till eternity and I would get my revenge. In my head all kinds of rather disturbing revenge plans formed itself, though I pushed them all to the back of my head. For now, I’d let it go; there were more important things that had to be taken care of at the moment. ‘Looks like it hurts a lot.’ Giselle’s voice made me look up, though I didn’t try to hurt her this time. ‘I hope it also does hurt,’ she continued, a smug grin on her face that I would love to wipe away, something that at the moment would be easy as freakin’ pie, all I had to do was look up just a little more... I then squeezed my eyes shut for a brief moment, stopping myself from what I actually wanted really badly. I sat up a little, getting a bit more comfortable – as far as that was possible on the floor. ‘And I hope you’re also willing to talk now, so you could at least give me your name.’ Right after she had said that, Samuel returned with the ice and I immediately noticed his death glare. Of course, mine was way worse and a lot more lethal, though I purposely avoided his look for now. Damn, why was Mr. Rat Bastard so pissed? I didn’t even hurt him, for Christ’s sake! He tossed me the ice and I changed my position again, so that I was sitting cross-legged. I put the ice against my cheek and even though it hurt a bit at first, most of the pain faded soon. I was aware of the fact that I was completely ignoring Giselle’s question, but as usual I couldn’t care less. I sighed at the relief the cold ice brought and I closed my eyes. When no-one broke the silence for a while, I opened one of my eyes again, looking at both Samuel and Giselle, who were looking at me expectantly, though they should’ve known I wouldn’t reveal any more, my powers were already supposed to stay secret and what use would they have of my name? Then, all of the sudden, I heard someone call out to Giselle from the hallway and all three of us looked around, but Giselle was the only one moving, giving Samuel a last warning glare, before disappearing from sight. When I was completely certain she was gone, I slowly got up, towering over Samuel, who suddenly didn’t look as angry as he did before, he looked a little more scared, actually, which made me smile sadistically. I pulled the ice away from my eye, revealing the already slightly black skin. ‘So,’ I started, ‘Samuel... Do you really think it was smart to hit me?’ My voice was soft, slow and threatening, though didn’t sound angry, causing Samuel to take a few steps back. He stared stubbornly somewhere at my chest, not wanting to look me in the eyes, while not saying a word. ‘You know, I don’t like getting ignored,’ I said with the same tone as before, but now I did sound angry. Suddenly I took a big step forward, closing most of the gap between Sam and me, then I pushed him backwards. His widening eyes told me I caught him by surprise, as well as it caused him to look directly in my eyes. His back hit the wall, because of which his jaw dropped, though I was pretty sure that wasn’t the only thing, as my powers must’ve been hurting the crap out of him by now. I couldn’t help but grin a little, after which my hand seemed to be moving by itself, quickly closing around Samuel’s throat. The grin disappeared just as fast as it came, though, as my hand started to squeeze tighter and tighter by the second. For some reason not only the tightness of my grip increased, my anger did too, which caused the pain to increase as well as the other two. The pain that was seen in his eyes and the single tear that ran down his cheek did something to me, something I didn’t quite understand. It sparked this... this glint of... sadism? Anyways, the grin found its way back to my face. Without really thinking about it, I brought my knee up to his stomach, which would usually make him collapse on the ground, but because it was close to impossible to tear away your gaze from my eyes, he didn’t. He didn’t move the slightest bit, but his eyes... the pain shown in them was downright gorgeous. Just when I wanted to lash out and repay the punch, I felt hands at my shoulders and biceps. Before I realised what was happening, the hands threw me to the side and I fell on the hard floor. A loud groan left my mouth, while I shut my eyes because of the pain. ‘What in heaven’s name is going on here?!’ a familiar voice, Nicholas’s, shouted and I couldn’t help but laugh. I turned to lay on my back, still laughing rather loud. ‘Get up, you!’ Nicholas snapped. He grabbed my arm again and hoisted me up. ‘Let’s get him to the room,’ he said, shooting a look to the others in the room, who all seemed to know what room he meant. We left a coughing, crying Samuel behind in the room, together with some others, all trying to comfort the boy. Nicholas’s rough hand quickly led me the room, in which hardly anything was standing. ‘Let’s get the water,’ Nicholas ordered.