“Understand me.

I’m not like an ordinary world.

I have my madness, I live

In another dimension


I do not have time for things

that have





“Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. It’s ordinary to love the beautiful, but its beautiful to love the ordinary.”


“They say the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons and my darling, you were so kind and beautiful before the dragged you to hell. Your fall was not an accident. You were chosen for the damned.”


“You are still the little girl who over waters plants because you never know when to stop giving.”

“Show me your soul. She me the most damaged part of your soul, and I will show you how it shines like gold.”


“Whats a queen without her king? Well, historically speaking, more powerful.”


Who Am I...

Some may say she is a traitor. Maybe she is. All she knows is she dose what she has to do, and in the end she is made of flesh that can be cut and bones that can be broken.

My Story Is...

They thought she would forget, but she remembered.

She remembered everything. 

Mayven was born into a middle class, strict, neglecting family. Her parents were drug addicts and abusive. Growing up she was not allowed to go outside and was even afraid to. Yes, they lived in a nice looking place, but it was ultimately a dangerous place. There was many criminals living there, including her own parents. May would often hear the echoes of screams outside. Almost twice a week. One by one, the houses on the street would go dark. Even her own. Mayven was three years old when she learned to cook. Every night she could microwave noodles or chicken for her sister. Every night May would lay on her twin sized mattress and stare out her window, wondering what it was like to touch grass, feel rays of sun. Mayven was four years old before she had ever gone outside.  It was the middle of winter the first time she had went outside. Her father found out and he locked her in her room for about three weeks starving her as a punishment. that happened to her regularly as Mayven was always a curious girl and her parents disciplined her for it. There was a monster that lived in Mayvens room.  The monster would crawl across her ceiling. The monster would be invisible to everyone but that did not make his claws any less sharp. The night May finally understood why people feared silence was the night her mother overdosed. May was six years old when she wandered into her mothers room to find just a limp, pale, lifeless body. Her father instead of being sad go angry. Angry with Mayven. He neglected her. Just ignored her. Locked her in her room. For good. Her sister would bring her food to make sure she could live. Two years after her mother died, may was still locked up, she saw flashing blue and red lights outside her window. She saw her sister crying shaking outside, her father being shoved in the back of a police car. That’s when she saw her opportunity. She banged on her window and shouted until firefighters axed open her door and she was saved. Later she learned her father was arrested and put into prison because of substance abuse and soul dealing. When her and her sister were separated and sent to different orphanages was when her curiosity died. Well it didn’t die it just faded. It was still there it was just shoved down and hidden. In the orphanage May was mistreated. People were constantly putting her down for being poor and an orphan. People she didn’t even know. People who didn’t even know what she had been through would shun and verbally abuse her. May had been thrown into and out of so many homes. She had been adopted 13 times before she was 10. No one wanted her. She ran away from the orphanage when she was 12. She lived on the street, stole, fought, and just turned into a bad, independent, street rat. No body loved her. No one. She had forgotten about her sister, stopped caring. The saddest thing was no one noticed how far she had actually gone. Physically and mentally. No one cared, no one wanted anything to do with her. Deep down she was scared. She felt scared and sad. She wanted to be loved and cared for. She met a doctor who suposedly could cure peoples sadness and make them loved. His name was Dc. Martin Mendel. He took May into his hospital, but he didn’t help her. He hurt her. He did test on her, took some of her power, even tried to kill her. She escaped that place just barley alive. He showed May what she really was. She wasn’t tough or strong. She was the weakest of everyone, she was just a scared little girl who put on a big act for everyone, but couldn’t even stand up for herself if she tried.

She cannot make her anger beautiful.

She cannot make her pain sweet.

My Appearance

A 5’1, 15-year-old girl. She has long wavy raven hair, eyes of a sapphire sheen but can shift in color, three blue and black feathers braided into her hair on the right side of her face, crooked chipped teeth, porcelain skin.



My Secrets Are...

Honestly…were do we even start?

I Believe...

"Sticks and stones may build a throne, but you'll be up there all alone"- Alex Wolfbane.