(archived)

--Helena Ingram's archived bio--

To say that Lena was an odd child growing up would be an understatement. From the day she was born, she could hear whispers of a voice from deep within. Listening was always far more interesting than speaking, especially if one has always got something to listen to. Soon the voice drove her to hone her skills, often until the point where she would lose consciousness. The girl grew to be quiet like the grave, speaking only when needed to and whenever punished, she never screamed.

Her silence was broken when her brother came to be. His existence managed to draw Lena out of the developing prison of her mind. For as long as he was around her, the strident roaring against her mental museum became mere whispers. Forever seared into her brain were dark relics that came in the form of trauma scars, never to heal, only to be carried, but thankfully, there was a will in her that fought off episodes of the greatest of the hallucinations, no matter how nebulous the line between fiction and reality for the little girl became.

It felt like then she could completely gag it. When their parents ceased being an issue, the siblings took to exploring the world together. Built a legacy of a band -- of sorts. He had always called Lena a 'thoughtful composer', and when she put her lyrics into execution, an angelic voice. Until the day came when she lost him forever.

Nearly a century after his death, still desperately latching onto the strands of her humanity, Lena experienced another loss. The circumstances of this one forever changing the vampire who still had not learned her lesson. That hope.. is a sham. A travesty. And that one day she would be stripped of it all, left in the esoteric darkness with only the plague inside her head for company.

-- still a wip! i'm tired af.