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So, right here, we have ____. I'll grab a name once an ethnicity is decided.

BUT, that said, we have _. Early in life, she latched onto the idea that she could do anything if she put her mind to it! Early in life, for the things everyone does, that works. I mean, why wouldn't it? Basic math, sounding out words, spelling, and most other non-creative things, that works easily. And for the times where stroking creativity is done for kids, no one really has any standards, so of course it 'works' there too. The concept of failure took a while to cross her mind, since she only really ever messed up when it came to things she didn't quite know, such as...er, walking? Talking? Things with no spiritual significance, pretty much.

Of course, she was into something that does have spiritual signifigance: drawing. ART. She liked to draw pictures. Drawing was fun! She enjoyed reading well enough, but then she thought that not being able to SEE those people was a sort of crime. As such, she drew them! But not shoehorning herself, she just plain took up drawing. Sadly for her, she sought to improve, and in doing so, found people that were her age and shared her interests, but just happened to be elitists. The most snobbish kind! Still, _, desperate for input from people that actually knew her craft well enough to do it (as opposed to people that were just going to say that it was good, because it wasn't awful), attempted to show her work for critique more than once, and each time, it got shot down in horrible, horrible ways that didn't actually help her out. Simply put, it was not only intensely stressful, it was downright INFURIATING. Eventually, she snapped, gave them a good yell and maybe a shove, and stormed out of their little hangout, hoping that would be the end of that, and maybe it doesn't MATTER what they think, so as long as she can draw to make people that can actually be pleased happy, that's all that matters.

The key word there was 'hoping'. The elitists were themselves infuriated (which wasn't much different from their regular attitude, but it was enough for them to be proactive with it), and she found herself in a state of being heavily bullied, and for all intents and purposes, not able to draw in public without pretty much signing up for people coming around and ripping it into several pieces. Turns out snobs have influence! In fact, there were enough of them that even the higher ups of the school couldn't do much without fear of this or that.  Realizing this as well as the weakening resistance of _, the kids grew bolder. Things that were actually worth money started being destroyed, and _ officially considered herself a burden, being uninterested in things that paid nicely and costing her parents (who in their attempt to help out, resulted in more physical damage) more than a normal kid ought cost.

But at some point, _ changed. She appeared to 'get better'! Of course she couldn't draw in public, instead opting the route of becoming...less fun for the ones picking on her to begin with. Less responsive, pretending things had less impact, boisterous comments where there really ought to have been none at all...somehow, it worked. It all eventually died down. For once, she'd done something great, by pretending to be someone she wasn't. It worked, but deep down, she hated that she had to resort to that. Yet, she 'knew' she wasn't doing much good sitting in a corner and drawing pictures of things she liked. Why not risk her mostly worthless self on the field of battle? Maybe at some point she can get eternal rest and be done with the whole charade, THAT SHOULD BE FUN.

Now the issue suddenly becomes, why is so hard to kill her? Why won't she die? Of course, she'll never ask that question out loud.