TW : Hella Nightfall

Apllication for

The first version of Hella => [link]

HELLA ORIGINAL FULLVIEW -> [link]

ps : Sorry for grammar mistakes U.U

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Name: Hella

Age: 24

Gender: Female.. That's obvious isn't it ?!!!!

Eyes: Blue

Hairs: Really long and blond like the sand

Height: 175cm

Weight: Is that what we ask to a Lady ?!!! There ! She gives you her cup ! 95D !

Orientations Like both !

Nationality: English

Alliance: Red

Mafia Gang: Red Queen- Genevive - Scarlet Charlatans

Job: Hit woman / Assassin

Weapon: A double ended spear that can be dismantled into two blades.

Appearance: She looks like a gorgeous and beautiful lady, always wearing clear clothes so that the blood can be easily seen on it. Red lips inviting to sin, great blue eyes of the color of the ice on the deep blue sea. Blond haired, like the sand. Elegant and calm she has a very soft smile but when taking her blades and when facing men it can become really scary. She has a big scar on her belly, proof of what has been done to her.

Personality: When you first look at her, she looks a little taciturn because she always seems not to be here. She often spaces out and looks far away as if there was no one, speaking to no one... or well... he dead lover.
But in reality, she is really kind towards women, and above all, proud to show her beauty and especially her breasts ( She really has a complex over it ^^"). When she knows and appreciates someone, she shows sometimes a melancholic and warm smile, not at all the fake one she usually has. If she likes you, she can become really clinging and jovial. Oh by the way.... she is a groping addict... She loves her breasts but she loves other ones almost the same way xD.
If you are a man, just forget about it... And run away... far far away if you think your life is precious. She only likes women and cute childrens. She can't stand at ALL men because she has been betrayed too many times... Also, because she does not want to love anymore, fearing to lost her lover again, she has jailed her happiness in the deepths of her heart. When facing men, she'll just have rude words towards them, getting angry easily. When she enters her killing mode, she is always singing "My Fair Lady" with an evil smile on the face. Yet, she prefers to have them in her bed before killing them. One ... because she loves sex and two... because she far prefers to let them taste Heaven to make them fall in fear and hell even more.
WARNING : Usually, she has sex with men before desemboweling them ! You are warned if she decides to take you as her prey ! How to know ? Oh well you'll see when she will split her personality to "seduce and kill" mode !

-> All she wants in Wonderland is to find clues on her lover. If he felt by chance in it or if it was only a dream. She doesn't care about such futile things as gangs or war as long as she can do whatever she want and protect women from men.

Likes: Her blades and especially, to disembowel men with it. Calm and contryside. Showing off. Blooded things and cold colors such as blue. Sweat women and cute children. Her boobs, her hair, her face, in a word: her.

Dislikes: MEN. Especially the ones that make women suffer.

Her History :

Blooded lips… a furtive step… long sanded wicks beating in the wind and a light laughter resounding in the dark such as a mirage… no matter why she was THERE she had to walk… to find him...

It is told the history of a young lady with an almost irrational beauty. Born from a boozer father, poor worker of a so little fertile countryside not so far from London, and his beloved wife, taken away by the Great Reaper when she gave her birth. Her sudden death pushed him to madness that's why he called that newborn little girl the name of Lady Death… Hella.
Thus, she was born with a rancor without equal from her father, too disgusted to have lost his woman and not to have obtained a son. He raised her as if she had been one, harassing her at work, beating her up one day to another. Even so, she never lost her cold stare, making him hit her again and again and again… That was making him even crasier. Nevertheless, she grew up more and more beautiful each day, laboring at the fields without fearing her hands to be grazed and going back home without dreading the strikes.
It was her life until the day, as she came back like always, when she met one man standing in front of her house. That man was a rich Londoner merchant that had seen her while traveling over the country to find new business partners. He had fell for her beauty since the first look. He liked to collect beautiful and rare things... Then he had to have her no matter what. Then, he asked her drunken father to give him her hand in exchange of a great amount of money and a beautiful land far away in his European ownerships. He also promised his younger daughter ( who was slightly the same age as Hella ) as a bride. Her father had accepted right away, too happy to abandon that unwanted child and to gain a rich country and a gorgeous woman, as he could see with the picture he had given him. For once Hella could be of any use... Even if her father did not love her, so did Hella that dreamed that he could one day like her too. She had never protested, had never disobeyed him, had always done all he was saying without a word... She refused for the first time what he had ordered her to do. After being hit by him a last time, she was then brought by force to the mansion and locked in so that she could not escape. She never tried though and locked herself deeper than ever…

Then, began the second period of her life. That was when she hated her first man... her own father… while she had to stay frozen against that violent husband... His powerful arms she could not push back... Her heart screaming while she was taken and taken each night without complaining, just letting him hold her to his soul. She could never return his feelings... that was what made him hit her even more. That same cold look that her own father hated... But she didn't care... She was used to it. Her heart had been frozen.... from love, from pain. Well... she thought so. That man was almost three times older than her. Yet, he still had a handsome face and a good shape. But his body made her sick. He was widower of a former wife that had given him five children: three daughters and two sons. The first one had already gone, taking the Indian part of his father business while the younger one was still at home.
Unlike his father and brother, the younger had a much more common face. He was far older than her too, reaching his 26 while she still only had 17… he was considered as a good for nothing child Hella's husband despised for not wanting to take over the family business and giving his heart to that stupid art. He could only stay in the mension because his father had promised his late wife to. No, he wasn't really handome, neither exeptionaly gorgeous and his talent still had to improve. However, she liked him a lot... because he was kindhearted, with a beautiful smile that can warm all your wounds. She liked him too much.

Once in a day, the young man came to her room to keep her company, bringing her his paintings and speaking of the weather and over futile things. His visits became longer and longer as much as she began to teach how to smile for the first time. While her husband was at work she was always with him, taking for a walk sometimes, looking at him painting sometimes, modeling for him other times. She finally fell deeply in love.
Yet, her husband became more and more jealous as he saw they were getting along so much. He could not stand that stupid and incompetent son of him to take his woman’s heart. Hella had no right to love him, she knew it… then she never said "I love you". Until one day.
Due to business, her husband had to return to India and help his elder son with a new company they had found. One month passed without he could come back. Hella was only receiving letter while the life was still running in London… Slowly, she had become closer and closer with her son-in-law to the point of no return. How could she have had resisted the one she was deeply in love with ? They held each other in secret... And they were blessed with happiness until her husband came back, more than 8 months after. During his trip, he had felt sick from a strange illness in the jungle and had had to stay several months to recover.
That is when he found she was pregnant… already almost 8 months… while he wasn't here. There could only be one culprit. Yet, he did not really realize and he trusted her while she told him she was already reaching the 9th month, that it must have had happened just before he left ans that she wanted to make him the surprise. She had planned to take medics to give birth to the baby before the date, even if it was risky for the both of them. She was resigned to take this chance. For her beloved, for their baby.
She knew he would never admit it but that he had doubts too, while the days passed, spying at them all the day.
Then, in the darkness, the two forbidden lovers secretly met. She had not realized that her husband had felt her waking up in the middle of the night. When he discovered all the thing, hearing his son pleading her to run away, he became insane. In a moment of madness and during a strong quarel, he killed by accident his son while that one was trying to protect Hell. If he couldn't have Hella then no one had that right. Hella's forbidden lover had then picked his favourite blade to set his father aside from her. In his anger, the old noble had took it to stab his wife. Instead, he had pierced his own son... Hella's crying voice was resounding in the room while she was holding the body of her beloved in her blooded arms. It was his last step to madness. He raped Hella so hard that she could'nt even feel her own body. How could have she smiled for him ? How could have she even cryed for him ?! She still had the strenght to fight when he made her being disemboweled awakened, by a gloomy doctor that took out the child. he gave him to dogs in front of her horrified eyes.
She was then locked in a room with only the blade that had killed his lover as companion… She stayed there a long time... fighting the will to commit suicide, having only some water as meal. She had lost everything.... Why couldn't whe be happy ? Couldn't hella reach Heaven, sentenced to only know Hell ?! That is when she took her chance…

An imprudent maid, the door unlocked only two seconds and everything was over. All the police found then was a bloody massacre, everyone to the last servant, their guts lying on the ground, in particularly her husband, left in a pool of blood in his bed. She, had already flown away with all the money… That was the third period of her life.

Here begins the last. On her lips, she put a red lighted color, the color of that blood that had tainted her life. The color of the burning fires of hell which make her lips shining and appetizing, calling to sin. With the blade, she made a craftsman create a new weapon, a double ended spear than can be separated into two blades, the one being the copy of the original. But no one survived to tell it… Singing softly the “My fair Lady” melody, she went through the worst sleazy area of the town, accepting with a nearly mad but so soft and bewitching smile all the men that came to her. Poor fools that had dared to try to sleep with her to be disemboweled right after to have wanted a piece of evil paradise. She was particularly hunting husbands she saw beating their wife and other bad guys.... She was embodying the fear that was making the city trembling for several years... Night per night.

So far, the paper claimed the coming back of Jack the Reaper. Then she was called the Lady Reaper. The police never find her anyway… And the crimes suddenly stopped and the case was closed. What they did not know was that she had felt into a strange world…

She had heard about a strange mirror that could realize all the dreams… She just had wanted to see even once the face of her beloved and their child… once together… no more… A simple wish... She had then defyed everything to steal that mirror. Yet, once she had finally obtained it, she could have had hoped and hoped again, she only thing the could have found was her own reflect.
That is when she tried to break the mirror with sadness and anger that everything changed… Her fist only had cracked the cold surface… Then, her own reflect had catched her arm and, transforming into her lover, had made her fall to the Wonderland… Her new hope…

Once she woke up, lying on the ground, she was alone... In that strange world she did'nt know.... But she had seen him !!! It had to be him ! Maybe there, in this unknown world, he was still alive… Then, she promised herself to search, no matter what... even if it had only been a dream that became her reason to keep on living.

In this world begins her new life.


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For the ones who didn't already know Hella in the former TW, I hope you liked the story even a bit, the deviation too ! Yes... I really like to write but that take much more time while I do it in english. ^^'

I would be really glad if that pleased you !