Irene
An Abomination - A Victim of fate
A woman of disparate parts,
Her skin a deathly grey,
Her hair a vibrant green,
A patchwork not seen.Scarred and hurt, yet unaware,
Of the fate of which she is ensnared,
A victim of cruel fate,
Living life without a soul.No experience, no understanding,
Of the truth of her abominable being,
Oh, what a tragedy,
That a soulless creature she must be.Unable to comprehend,
The cruelness of her circumstance,
Yet still with an innocent grace,
A patchwork, a tragedy of fate.-Unknown
Conceived in a world of chaos and despair, a patchwork of disparate body parts brought together in a desperate attempt to resurrect a lost daughter. But what emerged was not the same - instead, Irene emerged with none of the memories of her past, and with a completely different identity.She was an abomination of God, a soulless creature of the night, with grey skin and green hair that served as a reminder of her unnatural state. Everywhere she went, she was met with terror and disgust, a victim of cruel fate with no understanding of the world around her.