Yes, Master

Here my friend, we need to see what's going on with one of my many famous Personal/Original Characters (OC)... Here, read carefully, you need to know everything. She is from the manga Black Butler (Kurosuji).

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NAME: Gwenny Shakespeare
AGE: Hundred of years.... 
BIRTHDAY: October 31 
GENDER: Female 
HEIGHT: 1m79 / 5"11
WEIGHT: 171 lbs
SPECIE: Demon 
JOB: Butler 
MASTER: Undertaker (Adrian Crevan) 
CRUSH: Undertaker (Adrian Crevan) 
S/O: Straight 
LIKES: Tea, rain, thunderstorms, Undertaker's cookies, music, reading, cats, poky candies
DISLIKES: Anything annoying like Pluto, other Shinigami, dumb people 
PARTICULARITIES: Her pact sign is in her left eye, and exceeds on half of her face that she hides with her fringe. She wears black rectangular glasses.

 

APPEARANCE: 
Gwenny is tall and thin, though more robust than most women. She got a nice chest, but without being gigantic. She seems so fragile, her long and thin fingers skillfully playing the notes of a piano or the strings of a cello. Her hips without much shape give her the look of a boy, from the back. Her raven colored gaze usually leaves no emotion or look at her past, being neutral. When her master awakens in her a murderous desire, or he brings out his pact symbol, her eyes became as red as blood, pierced by a black cat's pupil. Her left eye, constantly hidden under her hair is pink, containing her pact sing, two thick black lines flowing down her face. Gwenny has a pale, soft skin, at a perfect temperature. On her round and stubby nose is resting a pair of black rectangular glasses, which she never separate from. Her small, round and slightly rosy cheeks are covered with freckles, in accordance with her flaming red hair. Her hair are shaved (but not enough to see the skin), leaving room only for her long fringe that falls to the middle of her neck. Gwenny dresses her body marked by several scars of a white shirt under a sleevless black jacket, which degrades to white at the bottom, along with a black tie. A mahogany colored leather belt decorated with a silver skull lays nonchalantly on her hips, holding her black jeans which also degrades down to white. She loop all with gray socks and black leather shoes. At her heart is hung a silver brochure with delicate chains, on which they retain a small watch.

 

 

MENTAL / PERSONNALITY: 
Gwenny Shakespeare is a woman very difficult to define. Generally she addresses a neutral pout but do not hesitate to smile. Her eyes often empty of expression betray meanwhile her happy expression. At least, it happens to her, to be completely happy, often in the company of her Master, Undertaker. Nobody really knows what she thinks, except Undertaker, who knows very well his servant. She's the teasing and gentle type, generous and extremely polite. She is also an extremely powerful devil, knowing handle the Death Scythe with perfection. She can compete with Sebastian Michaelis without any problems or too much effort.

Working tirelessly, she often falls asleep peacefully during a trip or at her office, or even standing (followed by Undertaker who catches her, preventing her to fall). It is not uncommon for her Master to put her to bed or wake her up gently, even if it should be the opposite. Gwenny, then annoyed by her attitude and says that she is not a good butler, and still trying to struggle a little more, always ending by extreme fatigue, pushing her to sleep while standing up. But generally, she is a very good servant, always on time and pushes everything in its ultimate perfection, as Sebastian. Her refined sense of taste always made her choose the best ingredients and the best brands of tea. Gwenny is generally good at cooking meat and hot dishes. Otherwise, it goes to say that she is crazy of Undertaker's cookies. 

Despite her little pretty adorable girl look, Gwenny can be a real bloodthirsty as all Demons. Killing is a simple task for her and sometimes even a game. But she kills only when her Master told her so, or when she must absolutely protect or defend herself, having lost the habit of devouring everything which is presented to her. She is very smart, knowing exactly where to aim for killing or hurting her victim, if her Master directs. Master with whom she made a pact, resigning herself to be his butler for eternity, since a Demon can not eat the soul of a Shinigami (God of Death). The soul of a Shinigami tastes the same as death for a Demon. So she will remain his butler until death do them part (which is almost impossible). She is extremely loyal to him and never disobeyed him, even experiencing affection towards him. But she hides it because a Demon is not supposed to feel affection towards a Shinigami, a butler should be even less in love with its master.

 

 

 

STORY: 
It was raining in torrents, water pinching her skin as it fell. The wind whistled through her fringe, threatening to bring down her glasses. But she didn't care, she was used to it. The pinching was a caress compared to the punchs she endured hundreds of years ago, the wind giving her cold chills.
Gwenny didn't care about rules; she would not stay shut up in hell until someone invokes her. It would be too much long, and maybe they never would invoke her. So she ran away, preferring to roam the dark and polluted streets of London, England, letting her demonic soul being "purified" by the sweet and cold rain. But her trip was long, it has been about a long time she wandered like that, without roof or a Master. Her bruises on her body were painful and pinching water began to heat her delicate skin. She was dirty, which was intolerable for a butler.

Nobody dragged through the streets in this weather, which gave her at least some peace and tranquility. She took the opportunity to leave London, sinking in the distant countryside until reaching abandonned ruins, aside to a dirty lake.

Believing she saw a shadow passing bu, she rubbed her eyes, but nothing was there. The wind slammed in her face, eventually winning her glasses. Being severely nearsighted and farsighted, she frowned, walking gently while trying to find her precious glasses. She reached out a hand, looking around her. Then she felt her body fall to the ground, slamming her jaw in a dry thud. While closing her eyes, she reached forward, touching her glasses before feeling them slide under her fingers.

"This is what you are looking for? "

Gwenny Shakespeare jumped, suddenly opening her eyes to face her questioner. She could vaguely distinguish a strange man, gray hair falling in his face. A big smile tugged the corners of his mouth.

"My my, I've never seen a demon so helpless before, it's kinda funny ...." Shouted the strange man, placing her glasses back on her nose.

Gwenny grunted and pushed him away, feeling the aura of a God of Death. "You Shinigami bratt ...." As she stood up, trembling, she pushed up her glasses. "But thank you, otherwise I think I would never have found them. "

"Aren't supposed to be in hell?"

"Yes, but say the weather is nice outside. Moreover, it is rare for me to be invoked ... Except for maid service. Even then, my body is marked forever by my former owners." The devil said, sighing.

The strange shinigami stared. "And you did nothing? "

"No, I was expecting them to tell me that the contract was filled to devour their souls. Despite the pain, a demon must be wise and patient. "

He did not answer, leaving a silence settle between them. Then a small smile painted on his lips, while Gwenny was detailling him. He was strange, his long gray hair falling down his buttocks, hiding his eyes. An black hat, dark as the rest of his clothes lay on his head, adding a touch a bit more strange, as his long nails painted in black. Then he spoke again.

"Just asking... Have you ever been human before?" That he asked.

" Yes. "
 

"That's what I thought, you act more humbly and kindly than others. I note with pleasure that you have not lost all your humanity. "

Still, it tore a smile to Gwenny who nodded in thanks. The Shinigami grabbed her chin in his fingers, staring intently from behind his hair.

"You're all dirty ... What would you say that I host you for a night? "

"I can not accept the accommodation ... Except that of my Master. As I will not have Master, I can not afford that luxury." The devil said, gently pushing his hand.

Silence.

Then he laughed, a big smirk on his face combing.

"So ... I'm invoking you. "

She widened her eyes, but when she felt her left eye heat, she saw he was not joking. The redhead gulped, before setting him in the eye.

"What can I do for you, what is your wish? "

He held out his hand. "I, Undertaker, would love to make you my butler, my maid. And this, for eternity. "

Without hesitation, she placed her delicate hand in his. With her other hand, she pushed her fringe, revealing the symbol that shone a thousand lights.

"Are you sure this is what you want? You will not be able to backtrack once the pact is concluded." She stared at him with great seriousness.

"Yes, I want to, do not make me repeat it again. "

The strange Shinigami named Undertaker still smiling, leaving the devil tamp down his gray hair, showing his right eye, closing his left. She closed her right eye, reciting words in a foreign language while staring intently. Undertaker did not flinch, despite the pain she inflicted him to curse him with the seal. He knew what he was doing was insane, the Shinigami were supposed to hate Demons ... But he felt that Gwenny was special. She wiped the blood from his eye with a delicate touch, before walking away.

"Now, I, Gwenny Shakespeare, is now yours. I am your butler, your servant. "

The wind whipped between the gray hair of Undertaker, the symbol of the pact glowing in his neon green eye. He smiles.

"Let's go, Gwenny. Then we will prepare tea. "

Gwenny smiled teasingly, putting one knee to the ground and one hand on her heart.

"Yes, Master. "

A rumble of thunder followed by lightning tore the dark skies in this rainy night when a Demon and Shinigami were united for eternity.....