Name: Xylia Jade Xiao *Sparky*

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois

Species: Mortal

Appearance: Am I too out there? Am I too odd for your tastes? I don’t care. Yes, I have pink hair. Yes, it’s long, and yes it’s naturally more than wavy and less than curly. I am your epiphany and your nothing special combined. I’m five foot four inches tall and a hundred and twelve pounds. I’m young, but I’m more mature than your grandmother, and yet more immature than your best friends half cousin’s girlfriends baby sister’s newborn. I’m Nineteen years old. Does that mean I don’t party? Of course not. Parties are better when you’re not legal enough to do most of the things there is to do. I’m an addict. Heroin, pop-rocks, pixie sticks and liquor are all my drugs of choice. Yes, I have the tracks to prove it. Want to see?
I’m a muse, and yet creatively uncultured. I’m rancid and putrid, but you’re Princess under cover. My only real talents are partying and creating things. I make my own clothing. I hate normal. I typically and untypically wear dark colors, but I love pastel as well. I’m a maze of distortion and straight like a line of coke. Mmm, Cocaine. I’m crooked enough to kiss a girl, but not enough to go ‘all the way’. I both love and hate myself, and my body is a canvas of hatred and self loathing. I have scars up and down my arms. Do I want to die? Hell no. I want to live forever.


History: Born and raised to a wealthy father and a beautiful mother, I was always somewhat pampered. My mom was a housewife, while my dad went out and worked. I was showered with attention as a small child, and my parents adored me. I was the ideal child- beautiful, smart, and well behaved, though as I grew older, things changed, especially when it came to my father. He went on constant business trips, and though my mom was suspicious, I was far too young to realize what was going on.

My mom never told me about her worries, though, because she knew that I was too young to even know what cheating was. It turned out that Mitsuko’s suspicions were true, and there was more than enough evidence to prove it. My mom snooped around and found out, though they didn't get a divorce. After all, they didn't want to traumatize me and ruin my childhood. That would just be cruel.

Though when I turned ten, I was old enough to realize what was happening and how dysfunctional my family was. Though my parents tried to convince me that nothing was wrong, I constantly searched for evidence that proved otherwise. I found it when I looked on my dad's computer. I saw an email from the person my dad was cheating on my mom with, and to make matters worse, he had another kid. After that, I was scarred for life. I wanted to tell my mom, but I was afraid of my dad's reaction. So instead of telling, I kept it to myself.

When I turned eleven, however, I found out that my mom had known for quite a while and she'd decided to move out. Though there was one problem. Both of my parents wanted me, and I wasn’t sure which to live with. My mom was honest, but she didn't have a job, so she most likely wouldn't have the means to take care of me. My dad, however, was well off, though he couldn't be trusted. Shortly thereafter, there was a lawsuit, resulting in my father winning custody over me. Honestly, I wasn't so sure about this, and I was worried about my mom. But I figured the system was fair enough.

But after a few years, something strange happened. I was in my room when I heard someone knocking on my window, so I went to see who it was. It was my mother, and she wanted to run away with me. We began talking, and I started to cry. My father heard this and went upstairs, and when he saw what was going on, he was infuriated. So much, in fact, that he told me to pack her bags. He wanted to get as far away from my mom as possible, and after a few days of protest, I finally gave in. After all, as much as I loved my mom, there was no way the woman had enough money to take care of herself, let alone adding me to the mix.

And that was when we moved to Detroit, also known as Detroit Rock City. At first, things seemed hopeful, but soon, I fell in love with the Rock City vibe, and most of all, the music. In fact, this was where I was dubbed Sparky, because of my insane and fiery personality. I ended up getting a job at a local store filled with band t-shirts and vinyl records, and eventually, I saved up enough to get a guitar of my own. My parents had been giving me piano lessons since I was a little girl, but I wanted to get into rock and roll, not some classical shit. I started teaching myself, managing to get lessons from my friends and coworkers, and I started dressing and acting differently toward everyone. My dad started to notice, and he decided he'd send me to boarding school where I’d get “shaped up”.

And I despised boarding school. They tried to mold me into one of the preppy little bitches that I'd grown to hate, and I rebelled against them. I tried everything to get expelled, and I even tried to set the cafeteria on fire. But my father kept pouring in cash so that they wouldn't kick me out, so they refused to get rid of me. Eventually, I gave up, and even though my appearances started changing back to normal, my personality never changed. When they thought they'd broken my wild spirits forever, they finally sent me home. My dad was satisfied with these results, and they moved to Ohio, where the whole sex, drugs, and rock & roll vibe wasn't everywhere.

Though over the years, my father and I began drifting farther and farther apart. My dad had remarried the woman he was cheating with, so I was living with my dad, his girlfriend, Angela, and her half brother, Joseph, though I highly disapproved of his marriage, considering my new step-mom had to be in her mid twenties at the oldest. It was obvious that she had married him for his money, and she was as dumb as a box of rocks. Plus, she ignored me, and since my dad was constantly out, I was pretty much on my own.

It stayed that way for a long time, though as I got older it started taking a toll on me. Since my father wasn't around anymore to curb my behavior, I let my real self let loose, and soon enough, I was the Detroit Sparky again. My once good grades started dropping, I started partying more than a little bit too hard, and my appearance was changing drastically. I had turned into some sort of all-out rebel because my life had begun to be taken over by my drug use. I didn't care what other people thought, so I dared to be different. Angela didn't care, but when my dad became aware of this, he started to worry. So he started looking into another boarding school. And unfortunately for me, he found the perfect one.

When he told me this, I refused to go. I was 16, and it was practically military school for girls, and I would have no independence. Plus, I would have to wear a uniform, and I –hate- uniform anything. I did the only thing I could do, and I went 'on strike'. This meant that I refused to go to school, and the only times I'd leave my room would be to get food or go to the bathroom. But eventually, he got so desperate that he moved to a house with only two bedrooms. So it would be either to share a room with Joey or to go to boarding school. And of course, I chose to stay with Joey.

Soon enough, my dad and step mom were so infuriated that they kicked me out of the house. I had just turned eighteen at the time, and I had just managed to graduate from a high school, though it was hardly with flying colors. I moved to Las Vegas...after all, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and my motto has always been 'shit happens, party harder', so I figured it was the perfect place for me. However with time, even that got boring. I needed something more, something that would create a sense of danger for me. A darkly clad figure, lurking in the shadows of the bar I was working at in Las Vegas overheard me say that I was looking for a more dangerous city, to give me the adrenaline high I so sought. Demaitre.
And soon, off she was to hunt the city for its darker delights.