Personality;
Démentia has a split personality. Or rather, she is two souls trapped in one body.
Démentia’s first personality is young and slightly childlike, but has a wise streak. She is mostly kind and caring, and often feels lonely as no one likes to be around her for any length of time b because they never know when she is going to snap, so to speak. Démentia’s other side is murderous and chaotic. She finds glee in hurting the softer side of herself and tends to be destructive and hurtful. You would think these two sides would balance out into a average personality, but instead, each side fights for dominance and her mind has been torn to shreds by the internal warfare. You never know which side of her you will encounter, but once one side has the power, it is easily discernible who you’re dealing with.
History;
My name is my curse. To be named after madness, so true to my nature. It’s such a joke. I’ve never received any pity or sympathy. Why would I? I’m powerful. A GOD. But am I really? I’m practically a prisoner. A prisoner to myself. To my mind.
Oh hush, child. It’s your own fault I’m here anyways, so stop complaining. If you hadn’t brought me from the depths of your wretched twisted dark heart, I wouldn’t be here at the moment. Not that I’m complaining though, I rather enjoy this existence with you, my sweet.
When I was first born, so to speak, I was normal. I was simply a child with a duty. Guide the tides they told me. So I did. I brought the tides to rest against shores, moonlight for company. I never thought of my task as binding, but as time wore on I began to yearn for company, a companion. I began to pine, and as I continued in my solitude I began to change. As my other self so aptly put it, my heart became a wretched, twisted, dark place. I no longer knew the little joys of life. No longer could I survive on knowing that I brought life to many below. Being essential wasn’t good enough anymore. I needed someone. One who would dedicate their existence to me and only me. And so my other side was created.
It was wonderful, at first. But when one is born from darkness, it is hard to take the darkness out of them. My new self, my friend, was as dark as my heart. Cruel, and just as demented as my mind was.
We were perfect for each other, in all honesty. Two selves, both mad as could be. We drove each other to agony, such sweet pain it was. Now we are these battling souls, fighting for control over this shell of girl.
So here we are, still fighting, still trying. Waiting to see if either of will ever end up on top. Permanently. But it’s unlikely. Neither of us likes to lose. We’ll continue with our task though, however we end up, can’t let the tides fade and take us with them, that wouldn’t be much fun now would it?
fears: To lose sight of myself, and who I truly am. Don’t lie to yourself darling. You know that I am just as much a part of this body as yourself, I just don’t come out as often.
dreams: To be freed of my wonderful companion. Oh, so you do acknowledge my existence then? Isn’t that nice, but you know just as well as I do that we can never part ways.
hobbies: I like to dance with the stars, and walk my domain, anywhere the moon touches water. Don’t forget bringing darkness, death, fear, and mayhem to the worlds.
family: Just my brother, but I don’t see him often. Who would want to see someone like us, love?
friends: If the stars count, they’re friendly little things. Yes, aren’t they nice… It’s such fun to see your pain when I douse one of their lights.
fiends: I don’t make a habit of knowing people enough to become enemies. Oh, don’t lie. You have plenty that you hate. Including me, if I say so myself. Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual.
crush: I am quite happy by myself, thank you. Or are you scared to let go?
mate: Mate? Who do you think I am? I am a daughter of the MOON, not some prize to be sent away. Well isn’t that nice. Seems that we agree on something.
dreams: To be freed of my wonderful companion. Oh, so you do acknowledge my existence then? Isn’t that nice, but you know just as well as I do that we can never part ways.
hobbies: I like to dance with the stars, and walk my domain, anywhere the moon touches water. Don’t forget bringing darkness, death, fear, and mayhem to the worlds.
family: Just my brother, but I don’t see him often. Who would want to see someone like us, love?
friends: If the stars count, they’re friendly little things. Yes, aren’t they nice… It’s such fun to see your pain when I douse one of their lights.
fiends: I don’t make a habit of knowing people enough to become enemies. Oh, don’t lie. You have plenty that you hate. Including me, if I say so myself. Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual.
crush: I am quite happy by myself, thank you. Or are you scared to let go?
mate: Mate? Who do you think I am? I am a daughter of the MOON, not some prize to be sent away. Well isn’t that nice. Seems that we agree on something.