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Seraphiel Lien Thompson

"We are only limited by our imagination."

0 · 447 views · located in The Vigilante Village, Tennessee

a character in “The Vigilante Village”, as played by Temperance



{"Trust no one, and suspect everyone.”}
Egoist - Replicare -This Little Girl


|{Full Name}|
Seraphiel Lien Thompson



Demisexual (Demibisexual)

50% Angel 50% Demon



Hair Color & Style: Dirty blonde, straight
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: Light
Height & Body Type: 5'6 Slender/Toned

Other Features: Seraphiel's whole body is covered in what appears to be regular tattoos. They are red in color and seem to be all different kinds of forms whether they be pictures, symbols, words, or numbers. However, these will sometimes glow and change on her body at certain points in time.

Style: Seraphiel wears a little bit of everything from casual attire, to romantic attire, to urban attire, and even more upscale clothing. She has no real style for herself, it seems to be everchanging and based on her moods. She truly likes a little bit of everything. Her makeup is either usually minimal or natural looking. She is fond of simplistic eyeliner or smokey eyes however.


Creation: Seraphiel can create organic or inorganic matter from nothing either as finished objects or simply unfinished elements. She can create energy, souls and life of any complexity, dimensions or realities, stars, etc. As long as it can be defined as object, she has the power to make it reality. However, Seraphiel's abilities are not yet of a worldly creating level, she is able to create both living and stationary things and her limit is her imagination.

When Seraphiel was younger, random creatures would manifest at her side. Most of them hostile, and most of them, horrifying. it was if everything he had ever had a nightmare about was coming to life. However, she wouldn't learn until a day she tried to protect another that that was something that she had control over, when she manifested a shield in front of a young child. As she grew older, she would start to create various different objects as well as small living creatures she would deem her pets. This would grow into being able to create something as big as a house should she be able to imagine it, and magical imbued items. It became an obsession to create a whimsical world around herself, or protect and help those in need and thus she developed it to the fullest extent she was found capable at the time. She grew able to create anything in the environment around her, life forms that only she can dream of, and powerful weapons and objects she could use.

Absolute Contracts: Seraphiel can make any kind of contract/pact with absolutely anything, even with herself. She can decide every condition of the contract/pact, including what would happen if the other party were to somehow break the contract/pact. The conditions imposed by her are absolute, and will always inevitably happen, no matter what the condition is. Seraphiel can also decide if the contract/pact can even be broken on the first place. The contracts/pacts can be made without the need of an agreement of what/who she is making a contract/pact with and/or even without the knowledge that it was even made. The contract/pact cannot be negated or undone by anyone/anything, only by herself.

Seraphiel has been both helped and haunted by this ability, and it was something that came to be when she was around ten years old. She has made many contracts, yet somehow, she doesn't seem to remember most of them. She has a theory however, that perhaps she made a contract with herself to forget. Her whole body is covered with different tattoos that represent different contracts, and it seems to be something her own magic manipulates, as the tattoos are ever changing and sometimes will give off a red glow or change on her body - which can be painful. Originally she was only able to make contracts with regular people, then people with abilities, later animals as well, and finally stationary objects and herself. Creating a contract is rather draining, though it also depends whom one is creating it with.

|{Hobbies || Talents}|

Creating interesting things

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|


People that are close to her
Can be found as socially unacceptable by some
Is unable to work well in groups of people
Does not trust others
Making contracts is extremely draining and cannot be done on a whim
Large scale creations require time and a clear thought process
Creations may have their own mindset, or need to be taught and treated as infants if living

Seraphiel is a rather mysterious individual to most. She is very outspoken, and passionate about what she believes in, however, she is also someone that often isolates herself from people. She seems rather cold and appears to lack any kind of empathy or consideration of other people at first glance. However, the truth is that Seraphiel doesn't trust others easy, and thus keeps the world at a distance until people have gained her trust or earned her respect. Because people's real intentions are important to her, she's often observing others, to take in the actions of those around her. She has a habit of analyzing people and their habits, strengths, or weaknesses. That isn't to say however, that she thinks herself superior to most people, as she believes the worst thing you could ever do, is underestimate those around you. It leads to problems in the future. Seraphiel is someone, or perhaps the first person, that would step forward and fight for what she believed in, even if it meant going against the entire world, with her own life at stake. Even if her opinion varied from everyone else's she would go out of her way to make people see what in fact, she saw in the first place. One of the things that really gets under her skin, is the ignorance of others.

Seraphiel is someone that people might consider a nuisance. She is quite rebellious, with a hatred for authority figures; the exception would be her teachers, which she has respect for due to her love of learning. Although she doesn't do it consciously, she has a history of always finding trouble, and always being there for trouble to find her. If there are rules to keep her away from something that may be dangerous, she'll find a reason to gravitate or just charge straight into said place, no fucks given. She does have a strong sense of morals however, and is rather pure of heart. Beneath the exterior of hers of the stone cold face which makes most people refer to her as mainly a serious individual, she is a very kind hearted a playful person. However, the only people that see that side of her, are close friends - which she doesn't seem to have much of. However, she is content with the few she has as she believes you only need one good friend.

Neither optimistic, nor pessimistic, Seraphiel has more of a realistic outlook on life. She believes that people that are always optimistic are just kidding themselves, and living in a false reality, and pessimists are just a drag to be around. She will call everything exactly like it is and tell you her honest thoughts, regardless if it's appropriate for the situation at hand. Because of such, Seraphiel is known to be a person that upsets a lot of people. She will never sugar coat her words, being blatantly honest to everyone she comes across at every given moment. While she doesn't intend to hurt anyone, it usually effects people's opinion of her. Seraphiel's drive to succeed is nearly unrivaled by most people, as is her natural instinct to survive and adapt to what is going on around her. Because of the hardships she's been through in life, she's become very tough skinned and it's hard to get her down.

Seraphiel can be rather bold when it comes to protecting the wellbeing of others. She would be the first person to jump in the middle of a fight, or voice her opinion in order to protect another. Regardless of the individual or individuals she was up against. She would sooner throw herself in front of another to save them, than sit back and watch them die before her eyes. She will however, completely disregard anyone she thinks is not worthy of being helped due to their personality or past actions. If someone that often bullied others was about to lose their life if she didn't save them, she would end up turning away, never turning back. She is a no-bullshit kind of a person, and there is no fooling her by spewing lies and nonsense. She will not stand for this kind of thing, and ones energy is better spent elsewhere.

Deep down, and what people don't usually realize, is that Seraphiel is a really kind hearted individual. She cares about the feelings of others, she's sensitive to people's emotions, she wants people to be happy. But this side of her is rarely apparent, being that it seems now that she has buried it behind another version of herself, or perhaps, the true version of herself, neither can be said for sure. Although Seraphiel is a good person, she has a rather dark side. She undoubtably, needs to be pushed beyond her limits to get there.

Seraphiel's history is nearly non existent and extremely jumbled. She only has several recollections and everything before that is a blur. She remembers that there was a point in time when she was a teenager that she was in a facility in which she was experimented on by people in black lab coats. Though there were experiments she remembers them treating her humanely. Then she remembers herself being hunted down by a group of people in which called themselves The Uprising. These people were everything but human, and tried to forceably collect her by what appeared to by any means possible as she envisions many innocent bystanders being murdered for no apparent reason other than because they could. She has memories of herself being interrogated by some other organization, some common organization of the world such as FBI or CIA. And then she remembers herself running from people who kept telling her that she was the best thing for humanity and she needed to be used wisely. That she was an asset and she should come with them to help the world. Everything and everyone else she found in her memories in which she ran from is a mystery.

In her recent years, Seraphiel had lived by herself in a home which her magic had created. She wanted to be far away from the people that were trying to get her hands on her, and what she had pieced together was she had most likely been the reason behind her own forgetting of her history and everything in between what she knows. She was living without a job, and without a real education to her knowledge, although she had spent much time educating herself by so many books she had libraries of them. She lived leisurely, hidden from the world, pursuing her interests. She found during an incident she was oddly good with guns, so good in fact, that she became obsessed with practicing with them and using them leisurely. She would often have target practices for herself, both moving and still. She would also create obstacle courses for herself to overcome. In an encounter with one of her own creations, she picked up a sword, which oddly she seemed to know how to use. She would then train mercilessly with her abilities and her athletic talents always feeling like someone was watching her and someone may come to get her at any time.

She eventually got tired of hiding and started searching for answers. She went through great lengths to try and find out about her past only to find out it was something that was better left forgotten. To redeem herself from what little she knew, she looked to contribute to the world in some way.

Seraphiel's history is one that may be known to some few other people should they happen to have been included. She has a lot of blood on her hands, why that is however, is only known by few. She has also seen more tradgedy than a human being should ever experience in multiple lifetimes. Her lack of memory and lack of understanding of some of her own contracts is her own doing - not that she remembers or knows why. She also has nightmares every night, some of which are flashbacks, some of which seem to be her mind telling her bad things are coming, and some that are just her own mind slowly falling apart.

Seraphiel's name and nickname are different from her birth name and given alias. Her appearance is also slightly different, though nothing that cannot be done by normal means.
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So begins...

Seraphiel Lien Thompson's Story

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{ Day 1 ~ Orientation }



The silver car decreased its speed once it came to the sandy, decrepit parking lot of the campsite. A rustic country fence separated the far-off cabins from the clearing, and the rolling Smoky Mountains of Tennessee were looming overhead like watchtowers. The sky was blue, cloudless, and welcoming. Everything was calm and quiet.

The golden-haired girl turned off the radio as she leaned towards the side window next to the passenger’s seat. She placed a hand on the glass, her eyelashes flitting faster than the wings of dragonflies as she processed the colors, the textures, and the sounds.
Joel stopped the car in front of the fence and turned off the engine.

“Well this is it,” he said after a few moments of silence. “You’re finally here. You made it.”

She gazed out the front window, her hands tugging at the bottom of her simple white v-neck. Her eyes darted around in their sockets, taking in the last of the scenery.

“There’s no one here,” she muttered.

“That’s because I had to get here early in order to help with the orientation,” he replied. “Just wait a couple of minutes, and this entire camp is going to be packed. Trust me.”

She shifted in her seat a little, uncrossing her legs and tightening her grip upon the pink crystal in her hands. It was her good luck charm, but he didn’t know that.

He placed a hand on her knee. “You nervous, Perry?”

She sucked on her lower lip. “A little, yeah,” she said with stiffened breath.

“Don’t be. You’ll get along just fine here,” he reassured her for the tenth time. “You’ll make friends and as soon as you know it, this place will become your second home. That’s what happened to me. That’s what’s happened to every single person who’s come here. You think I’m crazy now, but just you wait, Little Miss Perriwinkle.”

Giggling a bit, she turned her head to face his beaming visage. For a moment, he almost looked her age.

Jumping out of her seat, she wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same. In those few seconds, they were as inseparable as conjoined twins. They shared the same blood, the same heart, and the same mind, and although they were seven years apart, they practically shared a soul.

“Thank you, Joel Stone,” she muttered, almost feeling tears behind her eyes. “Thank you for everything.”

Their arms still around each other, he patted her on the back, his eyes gently closed. “No problem,” he said. “I figured you needed this. I’m sure you need this…”

Finally, they both released their grips on one another, and began to gather their things. She put the pink gemstone in her pocket, while he popped out the Led Zeppelin album from the CD player and put it back in its case.

She opened the door, and could feel the intensity of the fresh country air waft into her nose and beat against her alabaster skin. Joel opened the trunk, and quickly, the two of them grabbed their suitcases. Once they had everything, he locked the car, and led her through the gateway; two wooden planks with a sign on top that read VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. The letters were composed of white hemp cords that looked as though they would never fade away despite their years in the rotting summer sun.

Cabins and wooden huts that looked as though the Cherokee had built them circled around the man and girl as though they were in the middle of some ancient European square. He led her to a bulletin board near a large flagpole. There were two banners waving at the top. The first, obviously, was the American flag. The second was colored a light blue and contained a decorative crest composed of steel, seven stars, and a shield.

“That’s the flag for the W.A.O.H.: the World Association of Official Heroes,” Joel said once he noticed that her head was trained upwards. “They’re the ones who provide the funding for this place.”

He pointed to a paper on the bulletin board, which was green and had a bunch of slots for people to write their names in.

“When you find a place you want to room in, just remember to come back here and write the number of your cabin, and then your full name.”

“Okay,” she said. “Don’t know if I’ll remember that, but I’ll do it.”

He nodded, and their eyes locked. The caramel highlights within Joel’s dark hair glinted like gunmetal in the shimmering sun.

“Alright, Perriwinkle…this is where I leave you. Unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to.”

She snorted. “Important my ass!” she teased. “It’s not like you’re in the Bronx chasing after crooks and shooting up drug lords. You can unwind, y’know. We’re in the South now.”

She had said her last sentence in a drawl that partially mimicked his. He laughed and placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“You’ll understand someday…when you’re in the same position as me and mentoring some little spunky girl with wind powers.”

She snorted again. “That’s a stupid thing to do! Why would I ever do that!”

They hugged again, although not as tightly as before.

“I’ll see you later, Perriwinkle,” he said before quickly disappearing into the dust.

The girl tightened her grip on her suitcase, twirled her lucky stone around in her denim pocket, and without delay, chose a path.

Every so often, she would look left and right, making sure that nobody was following her or that there were no ghosts around to haunt her or anything. Eventually, she found a cozy-looking cabin situated just underneath a large basswood tree. There was a small plaque on the door that had the number ’12’ nailed upon it with wooden planks. Since ‘12’ was a lucky number of hers, she took it as a sign to go in.

The creaky door slammed behind her, and the smell of pine wafted into her nose. The temperature was surprisingly cool and comfortable, and there was quite a lot of light. She smiled at the sights of the sofa, coffee table, and full-size refrigerator behind the island counter near the backmost wall. This wasn’t your regular, crappy, mosquito-infested cabin that she had read about in children’s books.

She groaned when she saw the sight of the ladder leading upstairs to the beds. Still, it wasn’t a skin off her back. Tightly grabbing onto the handle of her rolling suitcase, she propelled herself into the air with a large blast of wind, and gently floated down like a dandelion seed until her feet reached the second floor. With all her strength, she lifted her suitcase up upon the edge of the farthest bed, and curled her body onto the remaining part of the mattress.

This was it. This was the first time she would be in a place of social interaction with kids her age. It was tragic to think about, but it was happening and she was scared and excited and at the same time, contemplating why she was alive.

It would be an adventure far more entertaining than the ones she had created on the streets of New York.

Hearing sounds coming from outside, Perry lifted herself off the bed and scurried to the nearest window. She watched the teens her age pass by with wide eyes. She wanted to greet them, but at the same time, felt like a queen safe inside her castle tower. So in that moment, she decided to stay inside. Perhaps she didn’t need to go up to them. Perhaps they would come to her…



After leaving Perdita, Joel put both of his hands inside his jean pockets and sauntered towards the staff cabin. He had important matters on his mind, but at the same time, hoped he would be able to fool around with old friends and meet some of the new staff that had been hired during the spring.

Once he came to the large cabin that almost looked three-stories high in length, he produced a pair of silver keys, twisted them through the lock, and walked inside.

It was dark, meaning that no other staff members besides him had been inside the building yet. However, that still didn’t mean that Clover Collins, the lascivious woman in charge of the Vigilante Village, wasn’t inside her office.

He came to her quarters and knocked on the door, which was about a quarter of the way open.

“Clover?” he called. “It’s me, Joel. Are you in here?”

He pushed upon the knob a bit and realized that there was nobody home despite the fact that the lights were turned on.

Right away, he noticed the envelope upon her desk that had his name written on it in bright red letters. He strode into the room, which smelled heavily of lipstick and jade incense, took the envelope between his hands, tore it open, and read the letter inside…

Dear Joel (or if you’re not Joel, which I doubt you are, whoever may be reading this),

I am currently away in Georgia dealing with some important, confidential matters that are of no importance to you or anyone else. While I am gone, I ask that you take care of the camp for me in my absence. God knows how little I do for this godforsaken place anyways. You folks practically keep the site in one piece. Make the kiddies happy and entertain them as best you can. I’ll be back in a day or less. (Hopefully…)

XOXO and a lick or two,

Clover Collins

He folded it and placed the letter, as well as the envelope, back upon her desk. He raised a brow. Important matters? The vagueness of it all planted a seed of suspicion inside his head. Clover Collins was not a woman to trust easily. It was no secret that she had been a cold-blooded killer in her past life; working with a band of deadly assassins who had occasionally affiliated themselves with the mafia. Yet, somehow, she was let off the hook and eventually elected the leader of the Vigilante Village. She was charming, headstrong, and down-to-earth, but certainly not clear. Her motives were unreadable. Her true opinions, well…those were things that only the good gods above knew.

And yet she depended on him. She let him know what was going on, despite the fact that they hardly ever talked. Still, there was a tone she used whenever she talked to him that never failed to place tension in the air. She used charismatic words and gestures whenever she saw him, yet at the same time, her cat-eyes always glared at his with malicious irises that just screamed distrust. She didn’t like him. He knew it. He didn’t care why she didn’t like him, but at the same time, he wanted to know why…

Snapping out of his thoughts, Joel searched through the drawers of her desk until he found a green clipboard and a ballpoint pen. He grabbed a couple of the papers from inside the filing cabinet in the back of the room, and headed back outside, where he sat upon the front porch steps of the staff cabin.

The papers he had attained from Clover’s office had the names of the campers on them, their powers, ages, hometowns, and physical descriptions. There were even a few pictures next to the names of teenagers who had attended the camp in previous years. Relaxed and sturdy, Joel clicked the pen and languidly watched the kids enter the Village. As he checked off the names of the young adults who arrived, he finally had the feeling that this summer would be a great one.

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Sara watched as the trees whisked past. Majestic boughs stretched over her, casting dappled shadows that fell behind her as she ran. The battleaxe and twin hammers strapped to her back and thighs, respectively, gave her incredible stamina. She smiled and leapt agilely over a fallen log, the knives inside her robotic leg lending her speed and and adding height to her jumps. Sara slowed and her power core hummed and glowed as she caught her breath.

Feeling her semi-machine lungs expand to accommodate more oxygen, she sighed contentedly as she gazed at the wooden signs with the familiar words emblazoned in white- VIGILANTE VILLAGE – EST. 1986. Smiling and readjusting the bag on her back, Sara walked into camp.

She wandered around, weaving contentedly between the cabins she remembered so fondly. She briefly contemplated how many of her old friends would be gone.

Sara sighed and headed towards her favorite place in the entire camp- the arena. She couldn't wait to train, and with her new armory of this year, she was well prepared to kick some serious butt. She walked into the ring, drawing a scimitar and throwing down a small doubloon-looking coin. The coin shimmered and started to billow out in gold clouds that looked quite a bit like cotton candy. Sara tapped into her machine, enabling her aimbot and damage meters. The golden pirate that had emerged from the tiny coin lit up in colors, much like a heat detector.

Sara grinned- she'd been training with this small device almost all year, and it knew her style. A real challenger to her battle skills. She watched her opponent's color readings closely for indication of an opening. They circled, and with a quick feint and roll to the side from the cyborg, the battle was on.

The golden warrior leapt back, his agility and ability matching hers. Sara held her scimitar towards the pirate, and as expected, he attempted to disarm her by slicing at her wrists. She drew up the blade almost instantaneously, deflecting her opponent's blade and flicking it to the ground, immediately seizing his openings and stabbing down where his unguarded arms were.

He leapt backwards into the air, his agility enhanced as he did a flip. "Just like something I'd do," Sara muttered to herself. "I'm such a show-off." She swept as his ankles as he landed, slicing his left foot clean off and the right severely maimed. The pirate hobbled towards her, his speed and agility decreased but still retaining his brute strength. She exchanged a flurry of parries and thrusts with the warrior, eventually chipping off his fingers and a large chunk of his abdomen. He seemed to be behind today.

Landing a few more lucky hits, the pirate eventually sputtered to a stop, and Sara drew a small handgun and shot him in between the eyes. The pirate shattered into golden shards of glass, which shivered and flew up into the air, meshing and landing in Sara's palm as a coin once again. She exited the arena, her adrenaline and excitement for the new year pumping. She rubbed her warm power core in between her shoulder blades, and meandered towards a large tree where she leapt vertically into its welcoming boughs. She sat, dangling her feet- one metal and one flesh- over the edge of the thick limb. She watched the entrance, noticing campers begin to wander in.

Feeling her power core finally cooling down, she set her path in a beeline to her cabin of last year- Cabin Twelve, under the basswood tree. She pushed the door open hesitantly, listening for sounds and emotion. She sensed a feeling of brief wonder from upstairs.

Shrugging, Sara walked into the huge living room, swiftly scaling the ladder with silent footsteps. Slinging her bag down again onto a bed with no regard to the assorted deadly weapons and bombs contained inside, she quietly approached the girl.

"Hello! I'm Sara. Second year here at the Village. What's your name?" She offered a friendly hand to the girl, who had a seemingly innocent face and wide, doe-like eyes. Sara smiled- this girl was a whirlwind of emotion that she had no care to decipher.

The cyborg girl only knew that this new camper held adventure and memories-to-be in store, along with everyone new this year.

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"You will never be able to see the world in it's true colors, until you're covered in crimson."
[ Vigilante Village Outskirts - Cabin 11 ] [ Morning ]

Her hands were covered in dry blood, she was not giving the luxury of having enough time to clean them. The previous days were tiresome ones, she was not sure when the last time she slept was. It was sheer willpower that was keeping her feet from collapsing out from under her, however it was also stubbornness that made the situation worse. Her hair was a mess, her clothes needed washing, and still somehow she managed to look beautiful. As she walked towards what she understood was the camp she would be taking refuge at, she appeared to be very weary of the place itself. Her eyes darted this way and that, both surveying the area, and seemingly not trusting who may be in it.

Seraphiel wasn't happy to say the least. The idea of surrounding herself with a bunch of teenagers with superpowers seemed to be among the worse of her possible situations, but this was her last resort, and most likely one of the only places she would be - if not temporarily, safe. Or perhaps safe wasn't the word, how was being around a bunch of other super powered individuals a safe situation. She had spent the most recent hours avoiding familiar faces. It had not been very long since she infiltrated the government's labs, in a desperate attempt to find herself, or whatever was left of it. What she found would not even begin to piece together her forgotten memories. However, it was enough for her to come to the conclusion that the entire government was corrupt. She was sure it reached even further than the government, to average people, or others with abilities. The world turned round on lies and ignorance.

She wore nothing but a grey checkered long sleeve blouse, and a part of short jean shorts. Her feet were bare, appearing as if they'd been bleeding as well, though one could not be sure as they were also covered with dirt. Her whole body, with only the exception of her face was covered in red tattoos, which she made no attempt to hide or cover up. "Mae." A little girl materialized beside her, ever so frail looking, with pale lavender hair and even paler eyes. "I have stopped the nullification, master." She floated beside Seraphiel, her white drews flowing behind her. 'How many times do I have to tell you not to float like that when we're walking." A grin crept up on the girl's face as she landed gracefully on the ground, "It disturbs people, it's hilarious." she said in her usual monotonous tone.

Finally she had made her way into the camp, passing the parents dropping off their children. It was a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and what would seem to be pure annoyance. It was almost nauseating to be around so many people that were so oblivious to what was actually going on in the world. Seraphiel ignored the people around her, a few hello's were directed in at her and she simply ignored them. She made sure to give each face a voice however, and an overall mood and expression. Seraphiel contemplated her future movements, she knew she was not going to be able to stay at this camp for the duration of the summer. She also knew she was endangering the lives of the people around her. However, that was not something that she cared to concern herself with now.

She peered into the cabins, hoping to find an empty one, one she could have all to herself. Away from all of the children, she didn't have the patience to deal with being cramped in a cabin with other people. The easiest solution, would be just to make herself one. However, that was also the worst solution, but was it really? Every cabin seemed to have at least one person, or some kind of belongings sitting in it already. She looked down at her hands and then her feet, she needed to get rid of the blood, the blood that didn't belong to her. Seraphiel turned into what had looked to be an empty cabin, until she walked in to find another person, almost cursing herself in that very moment. She walked passed the brown haired girl, Mae no longer behind her. Finally she found a bathroom, almost too luxurious for a place like this, shut the door and looked up in the mirror as she cleaned herself up. Seraphiel Thompson she thought to herself, it was as much a lie as everything else about her was. She then played a guessing game with herself about her age.