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Current Date: April 26, 2059
Character: Eska Storm
Race: Halfling – Strife / Succubus
Age: 97, physically about 25
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
There is a lot in my life that is not worthy of pride. I was not a good person during most of the years before settling here and while I know most of my behaviour can be excused due to my very present lack of sanity—being ripped away from the rest of your family and growing up in the down-below when you’re not meant to will do that to you—I still know that I was not a good person.
There are a lot who have come to harm because of me and while most of these people are now long gone themselves, I still remember quite a bit of what I’ve done. I think of it little, but it is there, in a little box in my mind. Preferably locked away though that lock seems to care to crumble to pieces every few years. My mind finds itself swarmed with memories of things better left behind and, well, Maria has to schedule an appointment for me while I rock myself in a corner.
If nothing else, there is one thing that I have managed to learn through the years is some form of control. When I feel the lock begin to crumble, I let Maria know because even at the very beginning of what I suppose I’m now referring to as an episode, I know that I cannot put words together well enough to schedule that appointment myself. Then, I find a spot that is out of the way—most of the time, this ends up being the virtual reality room for the sake of its empty bowels unless it is in use—and I stay there until I am picked up. Usually by my brothers who will then take me in.
The doctors have long since learned to not truly engage with me while I am in that state either. I am merely sedated in a way that actually works with me, they change the chip that does what it needs to, to keep the lock from crumbling, and they let me come to before I get back home. A procedure that lasts at most a handful of hours since it seems to take a long time to knock me out for said procedure.
I remember spouting completely nonsensical stuff while being walked to what felt like my execution the first few times. Accusing my brothers of things they had never done; laughing in their faces when my mind would decide that it was the best time. I still remember one of the first few times—I wish I didn’t—it all happened after the dark years had been left behind for some time. It was Blake who walked me in on that particular episode and if I didn’t tell him half a dozen times that looking for a moral compass in me when he should have known I’d never even heard of one was the least of the ugly things that left my mouth on that day.
There are fractures in my mind. These fractures will never truly heal and all that can be done for those is temporary. A band-aid sort of thing that lasts for a while but eventually does need to be replaced. There is a slight irony to the fact that there are things from the down-below that I do wish I could remember but they are in the locked box, just like everything else. As far as this broken brain is concerned, it is everything or nothing at all.
Do I want to be an absolute menace, put Maria in danger in ways that she didn’t even get to see while she was in the down-below, just so I can remember a few things that would probably—maybe, just a little—help me be a better person? Not really. I may be insane on good days—figuratively speaking though perhaps not so figuratively on bad days—but I know better than to put her in situations that she doesn’t deserve.
Not that she deserved being in the down-below. It is the very last thing I would have ever wished for her, but these were things that were well beyond any control—like the fractures in my mind—and we do not bring up those years. Turning back time to change the way things turned out would likely not even lead to a good result, so I’m just going to keep on living my life the way I am right now and deal with things as they happen; there’s only so much anyone can do about it at this point and I’ve made my peace—as much peace as my nature will allow me.