this is a black, black ski mask song — the history

Karissa lived her life lies upon lies.

She was a sin. A child born out of wedlock. A child who shouldn’t have lived—a child who had been cursed. Karissa was born after the World War, after the gods of the Big Three created a pact. But it wasn’t the only reason as to why she wasn’t supposed to be born.

Karissa’s biological mother was married to another man who cannot give her a child. Because of this, she asked the gods for help, but no one heard her pleas. She was an indecent woman, they say – the reason why none of the deities responded to her desperate pleas.

But among the gods, it was only Hades who heard her. The god of death himself.

Hades paid her mother a visit, and granted her a wish – to be able to conceive a child. And so Karissa was born.

The husband of her mother, however, found out about how he wasn’t the father of the child, and so abandoned her mother. Born from grief and desperation, Karissa became a child of vulnerability and weakness. She was born not as healthy as the other children. Her being a child of her mother from another man was what made her a sin.

Karissa was able to live up to her third birthday, but each year her condition worsened. She was supposed to be a blessing from a god – but her life was fated to end at such an early age. It was almost like she was supposed to die from the very beginning. Her mother prayed for help, but to no avail – until her last option was to sacrifice herself for her own child to live. And that, perhaps, was what caught the god of death’s attention the most: the selfless act of a woman giving up her own life for the wellbeing of her child despite the pain that was all brought by the existence of Karissa herself.

Hades took pity on the child, and summoned the husband of Karissa’s mother. Albeit hesitant at first, the man took Karissa under his wing.

However, he didn’t really took care of Karissa that much. For the most, he only gave the girl a shelter – a roof above her head. But other than that, she wasn’t given much attention. It was almost she didn’t exist at all – her presence was there, but not entirely felt nor appreciated. It didn’t help that she stirs trouble almost every single time, thus her foster father would countlessly have her transferred to different schools. It was almost like a cycle. She transfer schools, stirs trouble, and transfers again. It wasn’t long until her foster father gave up with trying to educate her.

It was at her age of twelve when things got even rougher for Karissa. She started seeing figures – souls of the damned, each evening, whispering to her ears. Each night she’d scream, saying she was seeing such things – but of course no one believed her. “Child of the gods,” the souls would whisper. “Free us.”

Karissa ran away, terrified, unaware of the danger that awaited her.

She’d been everywhere, wandering – a homeless child who’s always on the run from those things who chased after her, calling her a child of the gods. They were no longer just ghosts – there was once when she was chased down by snake-like monsters, and another being chased down a nasty creature with the tail of a scorpion.

Upon her perilous escapade, though, she finds home.

The weird thing is the last thing she could remember before collapsing in the middle of the street was being attacked by another monster. Due to fatigue, she had lost consciousness even before she could run away. The next thing she knew, she was woken up by the buzzing sounds of other children, her eyes opening to the foreign environment.

She was already in Camp Half-Blood. And upon her perilous escapade, she finds home.

these flocks are nothing but vultures — the disposition and the face

“A facade that hides her feelings; the penetrating gaze and her eyes that screams broken.”

Shunned since she was young, Karissa Locke never once felt love at the presence of her mortal family—the family she believed was her real family. This was the reason for her to have such an indifferent personality. Emotionless and unfathomable; a tough nut to crack, she was. It wasn’t only the fact that she was a child of Hades that caused her to have such emotional indifference, but also because of the environment she has gotten used to. For someone who is supposed to be normal—or perhaps, as normal as any demigod could get—she had always been the strange one. Karissa had always been a girl of ‘would have been’s and ‘if only’s. If only she wasn’t someone who grew up indifferently, she would have been at least someone who knew better than keeping things to herself. If only she had grown up on a better environment, she would have been anyone but a total introvert. If only she didn’t carry a curse that gets worse as she ages, she would have been appreciated by many. Most of all, if only she didn’t stink like a cursed royalty of the underworld, she would have been much like… a normal half-blood. Then again, maybe a dark exterior could be expected for a child of Hades.

It was weird in a way as she had always hated children of Aphrodite—sometimes even the goddess herself, but of course she wouldn’t want to speak that aloud if she still plans on living an oh-so-normal life of a demigod in a not-so-normal environment—but some say she was… okay if she wasn’t someone so dark. As much as she refuses to believe, Karissa had the perfect outer appearance any girl would die for. Pale complexion, athletic figure, deep, brown eyes that are difficult to read. She could have been just like the mythological creatures they call vampires. But those were never beneficial—it never left her with any advantage. Her ghostly appearance made the crooked beliefs about her even worse.

But you couldn’t impress people now, could you? Even with her worsening reputation, Karissa was still part human. Well, even immortals themselves have a rebellious streak in them—so why not her as well? Knowing that she cannot always fit into everyone’s expectations, she stopped trying. Everyone saw her as a dangerous threat—and so be it. If she cannot gain respect by being known as her, Karissa Locke, then she’ll gain respect by being feared. Despite so, she could still be a trustworthy person. If she sees you worthy enough to gain her trust as well, that is.

“I can show you a smile, but I cannot assure you its sincere and true.”

in the truly gruesome we trust — the capabilities

+ ADHD and Dystexia - possesses inborn supernatural battle reflexes that keeps her senses active in battlefield. Also, instead of being able to read modern languages, her brain is "hard-wired" for Divine Ancient Greek
+ Geokinesis - the ability to control and manipulate earth to her will.
+ Umbrakinesis - the ability to control darkness and shadows. She could also use shadow travel through this ability.
+ Necromancy - divine authority and control over the dead and other creatures under her father's realm, the Underworld.
+ Induced Fear - radiates fear albeit on a lower scale than her father, Hades. 
+ Cryokinesis - when infuriated, she generates an aura of intense cold, making the temperature around her drop to freezing.

i will always land on you like a er punch — the inventory

+ Inflammable (εύφλεκτα) - Double-edged Stygian Sword that appears as a black ear cuff.
+ A ring with an orb that changes color according to her emotion. Not particularly useful, but holds a sentimental value to her.

because they took our love and they filled it up — the storylines

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