{ Misnomer }
Diane (dee-anne) Alberta Hugo, but "D. Hugo" is the only acceptable name.
{ Gender }
Female
{ Sexuality }
Humans
{ Species }
Changeling | Banshee
Diane (dee-anne) Alberta Hugo, but "D. Hugo" is the only acceptable name.
{ Gender }
Female
{ Sexuality }
Humans
{ Species }
Changeling | Banshee
Like faes, D. Hugo thrives on her glamour. In her true form, Her baby blues hollow out into a cloudy grey, not really irises from the way they muddle into her scleras, as the pupils completely disappear. Her features become gaunt and lifeless, especially in her cheeks and the hollows of her eyes, where they are shadowed. Her hair lightens into a slivery color, but curls and thickens into a tangled mess. She despises her banshee form so much that she is never seen without the hood of her cloak disguising her face in shadows. The grey dress she wears under the black cloak, embroidered with gold trim, hangs off her emaciated banshee body. The only feature about her that isn't skinny and gaunt is her lips, vibrant with burgundy tones and reminiscent of a lovely woman's lips after they've been bitten. Her bony feet grace the ground she walks on without the comfort of shoes.
{ Personality }
D. Hugo has been one of the regulars since she set foot in New York during the 17th century. She has spent years studying every language she can get her tricky tongue around and has basically perfected lying and deceit. She is not only the master of the English language and how to manipulate it, but can speak quite a few other languages, which makes any unassuming victim bait to her seductive diction and dangerous syntax.
Her youthful spirit is not only held by her appearance, but also her personality. She is driven by powerful ideas that plague her mind and hopes for a better world. Even three centuries could not claim the desperate hope that lies inside D. Hugo for her ideas. This desperate hope clings to the idea that she may be able to love someone who wouldn't die on her or wouldn't get bored. The idea of forever is daunting but something she searches for around every corner.
She lives on the cusp of sociopathy, armoured with a large sense of apathy. She does not feel the need to empathize. or even sympathize, with others. She views humans as objects and supernaturals as unworthy of her raw emotions. For lose who say they've felt otherwise have met her acting skills, which have become quite good over the centuries she's lived. A lot of people like to say she's an old soul, but she literally is, just masquerading in young woman's body. Oh, the joys of being a compulsive liar.
D. Hugo uses her power for her own good; she could quite possibly go insane if she looked the way she actually does. She has revealed her true self to the closest friends, but has self-awareness issues. Some human doctors have tried to label her with Depersonalization Disorder, saying her apathy was caused by a loss of self. But what do humans know? She often wonders if her banshee form or this form is real, but has to ignore it to keep from going insane. She has almost a morbid fascination with appearances, especially on humans. She has been known to stare at her sleeping companions for hours, even when they woke, because she was so fascinated. It made her think of why their identities were so static and hers was more dynamic.
Behind this wall of fascination and apathy is a poor girl who laments the dead. Somewhere in her stone cold heart there is an ocean of tears for the dead she's mourned and the pain of this world. Like most supernatural beings, she's watched the mortals she loved die at the hands of fate and hardens herself to survive all the grief that strangles her daily life. She would give up everything she has now to be a mortal and to have died with her old lover and her original human family. Someday she expects to go insane and finally waste away.
{ History }
Diane Alberta Hugo spent only a few days with her true mother. Banshees are primaril solitary creatures except for the lamenting of the most holy and procreation of new banshees. Her mother Laura had spent only a few days before she and Diane's father Mason created her. They only had one thing in mind; to make her into a changeling. They desired a human child to stop inbreeding in both of their families, and above that, desired a good life for their child. Diane was replacing Louis-Philippe I's first daughter, Louis d'Orleans, becoming Diane d'Orleans. She lived a life of luxury and nobility, being the first princess in her generation. She lived exactly how her parents wanted her to, surrounded and pampered by servants and littered with gems. As soon as she was old enough, she was married to the first King of the Belgians, Leopold I. She grew old with him and bore him a child that would not make it to take the throne. Young Casimir was buried by his parents and her first lamenting began. Leopold found this to be quite disturbing and exiled her from his castle.
Diane became quite infuriated with his and found that she could force death if she tried, thanks to an unsuspecting villager. She watched, cloaked by a fabric trimmed by her own nimble fingers, as he took on a mistress and had two sons. She felt a maternal instinct for these boys since they were princes of her land. Once she forced the death of their father, unbeknownst to the adulteress and her spawn, she kidnapped the boys and raised them as her own. They died at ages peculiar to their time, thanks to their mother's nuturing skills.
Now, she had realized she wasn't dying anytime soon and took a life of adventure. Diane tried everything possible, including criminal acts, just to experience life once more. Then she was on her way to America. To spend the 20th century in America was an experience she didn't think she's enjoy as much as she did. Working with the suffragists in the 1910's, sneaking into speakeasies in the 1920's, it was all fun. Begging for scraps in the 1930's was a drag, the 1940's wartime wasn't all that fun, and the 1950's were just too scary. Once the sixties and seventies came around, Diane changed her name to D. Hugo, remembering the last of her mother. She smoked pot for the first time, had sex without a care in the world, and protest what she thought was important. She chained herself to other protestors protesting the Vietnam War, and walked in parades. A lot has changed since then, but the 21st century has been her favorite so far. The contradictions in society are so fascinating, especially in her human victims.
{ Face Claim }
Frida Gustavsson
