Angel Kosta
Nicknames: Angie
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Mindbreaker
Age: 16
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Birthplace: Ithaca, Greece
Weapons/Equipment: None
Nicknames: Angie
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Mindbreaker
Age: 16
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Birthplace: Ithaca, Greece
Weapons/Equipment: None
ABILITIES:
Angel descends from a long line of Mindbreakers, those gifted with the ability to view and manipulate the minds of those around them. At a very young age she was noted as an impressive telepath, and that ability quickly grew into something much more powerful. She can now read the minds of others, root out their deepest desires, and has perfected her skills of manipulating people into doing whatever she wants. She is an expert at drawing out the dark desires of those she takes an interest in and using them to serve her own purposes. She has also developed a decent talent for wiping memories and suppressing emotions.
STRENGTHS:
Angel’s mental manipulations are by far her greatest strength, made even more dangerous by the inability of her victims to sense their approach. Rarely can her enemies tell that she is molding their thoughts and altering their minds, making them all the more susceptible to her “charms.” She can withstand and dispel most mental attacks without blinking.
WEAKNESSES:
She does very little fighting no her own, instead getting others to work for her or pitting her enemies against one another. When it comes to unaided combat, Angel is woefully inadequate. In spite of herself, she is also attached to her brother, though how deep that attachment goes remains to be seen.
OTHER:
Mindbreakers basically have two options from birth: they can be broken by another member of “the family,” or they can go insane with power or the inability to live with what they can do and what they know. It’s up for debate as to whether Angel has succumbed to insanity, but she certainly won’t be broken any time soon.
BIOGRAPHY:
I give people exactly what they want. That’s how I see it, anyway.
People, whether they want to admit it or not, are sinful, cruel, evil creatures; deep down inside, I like to think that they all know it and are just too scared to be honest. But honesty is the best policy, right? (So I’ve been told. Hypocrite that I am, I’m an excellent liar.) I help people be honest.
Because when you get right down to it, giving into your darkest desires—the ones you keep hidden from everyone else?—is as honest as it gets.
I’m a Mindbreaker. Simply put, that means no one and no thing can stop me once I work my way into their mental little world, and life experience has taught me that it’s much too easy to break those walls.
People have called me “evil.” Funny. They don’t even know what evil is.
I saw evil for the first time when I was 14.
But I knew my father was a scummy b*****d long before that. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.
Mother? Never had one. Not really. She was broken shortly after she married my father, whose Mindbreaking talents far exceeded her own. I guess she must have wanted it, though, because no one from the family gets with someone stronger than them unless they want to become their b***h. (Yeah, we’re a pile of fun. So why do I love it?)
Giles and Addi were pretty young. No one expected them to stand up to Daddy, and no one blamed them for what happened. Not that anyone in the family blames anyone for anything. Tragedy is our middle name, and we thrive on it.
Anyway, back to the story. Giles was eight, Addi ten (same age Giles is now, come to think of it; wonder if he feels guilty. But if I did my job right, he won’t feel at all) and they were constant rivals. I was too far apart in age to participate, and my talents had come in exceptionally well a long time ago. I simply didn’t have rivals, at least not any my own age. Addi and Giles, though, acted as though their entire lives revolved around showing the other up. It was mostly in good fun—I say mostly because nothing in the family is ever all in good fun, unless it involves screwing with someone’s mind—but they were pretty competitive about it. They were also pretty evenly matched.
So of course, Daddy just had to go and pick a favorite.
Addi wasn’t always as bad as he ended up. He used to be a sweet little kid, as far as Mindbreakers go. Sweeter than the rest of us. Giles was the only person I’ve ever known who even came close. They really did care about each other, even if they worked themselves half to death trying to be the best at everything. They were….my brothers. But that was a long time ago.
Once Daddy got a hold of Addi, though, everything changed. I don’t know why he latched onto him the way he did. To liven up the game, I guess, or prove something about the superiority of age. Who ever knew what Daddy was thinking? Breaking into his mind was like breaking into a vault. Possible, yeah, but only with extensive planning and one hell of a getaway plan. And once he got his hooks into Addi’s mind, the little kid didn’t stand a chance.
Addi got ugly. Not just “trip you in the hall” or “fill your room with spider eggs” ugly, but “I know where to hurt you and I’m going to use it” ugly. (Wait, am I the pot calling the kettle black? Maybe.) He started to hurt Giles, and I mean really hurt him.
The day Giles tried to kill himself, I decided it was my turn to play Daddy’s game. Kids shouldn’t be thinking suicide, even the thought was planted in their head by someone else. After all, we all knew Addi had done it. Daddy had broken him the way he’d broken mom, and Addi was just a plaything. He didn’t have a mind anymore and I knew it.
Fine.
I’ve never had any qualms about murder, myself.
Besides, it was Giles who would be doing the dirty work. We both knew he wanted to.
I realized early on that it’s easiest to break someone who’s sleeping. I didn’t want to break Giles, not completely, but I did need to work my way into his head and I figured the principal would work the same. Not that I’d even entered someone’s mind without the intention of destroying them, but hey. First time for everything, right?
Giles, being young, asleep, and having not yet awoken to his natural talents, was an easy target. Warping his thoughts was like taking candy from a baby, and in a way it was. I knew what he wanted to do, but I had to remove that sweetness in him first, tuck it away somewhere dark where it would be out of the way when it came time to act.
And act he did.
I don’t if Giles has a little bit of me lurking in him, or if I planted it there when I manipulated his thoughts, but he got Addi in the night, too.
Didn’t know kids could bleed that much.
Of course afterward I returned Giles’ mind to normal. I figured he’d want to fully appreciate what he’d done. Oops. My mistake. Giles flipped his tiny lid. The screams and sobs woke Daddy, who, needless to say, was furious.
Daddy’s the only person I’ve ever broken who’s scared me. The claws he raked around inside my mind screwed with some stuff that’ll never get put back. Of course, I made sure that when I struck back, I struck with everything I had. Daddy was left without as much mind and willpower as Mom, so I guess I did a good job on him. I certainly felt good about myself.
Until Giles started begging me to put him back, that is.
Took me a while to get what he meant. Back where? To bed? To the past? To the womb? What the hell was he on about?
Eventually his gibbering started making sense, though. Giles remains the first person who has ever asked me to break him.
I did.
I don’t wanna talk about it.
Let’s just say, Giles is mine now. He has no memories, no Mindbreaking skills, and no personality whatsoever. He’s completely detached, like he’s dead but miraculously walking. It’s an arrangement that works for both of us, especially on those occasions when I need protection that I can’t provide for myself. After all, I’m a manipulator, not a fighter.
We left the village shortly after. Ithaca isn’t the only place ridden with Mindbreakers, but it does have one of the strongest concentrations of us, and every single member of the family had turned against me. I don’t know if they respected Daddy or if he had torn into them somehow, but when I took him down, they were just itching to do the same to me. One-on-one, I could’ve taken them anytime. Hell, even two or three wouldn’t have been a big problem. But 300-to-one odds are not my forte and nothing I want to mess with in this lifetime.
So Giles and I travel. And I bring out the truth. Everyone has a darkness they either can’t or won’t recognize. I think it’s only fair to make them confront it, the way my family has had to confront theirs. People are liars. I just want to make them honest.
But if I’m going to be really honest, I just want to see what happens when people turn against each other.
I want to watch the world burn itself to the ground.
People, whether they want to admit it or not, are sinful, cruel, evil creatures; deep down inside, I like to think that they all know it and are just too scared to be honest. But honesty is the best policy, right? (So I’ve been told. Hypocrite that I am, I’m an excellent liar.) I help people be honest.
Because when you get right down to it, giving into your darkest desires—the ones you keep hidden from everyone else?—is as honest as it gets.
I’m a Mindbreaker. Simply put, that means no one and no thing can stop me once I work my way into their mental little world, and life experience has taught me that it’s much too easy to break those walls.
People have called me “evil.” Funny. They don’t even know what evil is.
I saw evil for the first time when I was 14.
But I knew my father was a scummy b*****d long before that. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised.
Mother? Never had one. Not really. She was broken shortly after she married my father, whose Mindbreaking talents far exceeded her own. I guess she must have wanted it, though, because no one from the family gets with someone stronger than them unless they want to become their b***h. (Yeah, we’re a pile of fun. So why do I love it?)
Giles and Addi were pretty young. No one expected them to stand up to Daddy, and no one blamed them for what happened. Not that anyone in the family blames anyone for anything. Tragedy is our middle name, and we thrive on it.
Anyway, back to the story. Giles was eight, Addi ten (same age Giles is now, come to think of it; wonder if he feels guilty. But if I did my job right, he won’t feel at all) and they were constant rivals. I was too far apart in age to participate, and my talents had come in exceptionally well a long time ago. I simply didn’t have rivals, at least not any my own age. Addi and Giles, though, acted as though their entire lives revolved around showing the other up. It was mostly in good fun—I say mostly because nothing in the family is ever all in good fun, unless it involves screwing with someone’s mind—but they were pretty competitive about it. They were also pretty evenly matched.
So of course, Daddy just had to go and pick a favorite.
Addi wasn’t always as bad as he ended up. He used to be a sweet little kid, as far as Mindbreakers go. Sweeter than the rest of us. Giles was the only person I’ve ever known who even came close. They really did care about each other, even if they worked themselves half to death trying to be the best at everything. They were….my brothers. But that was a long time ago.
Once Daddy got a hold of Addi, though, everything changed. I don’t know why he latched onto him the way he did. To liven up the game, I guess, or prove something about the superiority of age. Who ever knew what Daddy was thinking? Breaking into his mind was like breaking into a vault. Possible, yeah, but only with extensive planning and one hell of a getaway plan. And once he got his hooks into Addi’s mind, the little kid didn’t stand a chance.
Addi got ugly. Not just “trip you in the hall” or “fill your room with spider eggs” ugly, but “I know where to hurt you and I’m going to use it” ugly. (Wait, am I the pot calling the kettle black? Maybe.) He started to hurt Giles, and I mean really hurt him.
The day Giles tried to kill himself, I decided it was my turn to play Daddy’s game. Kids shouldn’t be thinking suicide, even the thought was planted in their head by someone else. After all, we all knew Addi had done it. Daddy had broken him the way he’d broken mom, and Addi was just a plaything. He didn’t have a mind anymore and I knew it.
Fine.
I’ve never had any qualms about murder, myself.
Besides, it was Giles who would be doing the dirty work. We both knew he wanted to.
I realized early on that it’s easiest to break someone who’s sleeping. I didn’t want to break Giles, not completely, but I did need to work my way into his head and I figured the principal would work the same. Not that I’d even entered someone’s mind without the intention of destroying them, but hey. First time for everything, right?
Giles, being young, asleep, and having not yet awoken to his natural talents, was an easy target. Warping his thoughts was like taking candy from a baby, and in a way it was. I knew what he wanted to do, but I had to remove that sweetness in him first, tuck it away somewhere dark where it would be out of the way when it came time to act.
And act he did.
I don’t if Giles has a little bit of me lurking in him, or if I planted it there when I manipulated his thoughts, but he got Addi in the night, too.
Didn’t know kids could bleed that much.
Of course afterward I returned Giles’ mind to normal. I figured he’d want to fully appreciate what he’d done. Oops. My mistake. Giles flipped his tiny lid. The screams and sobs woke Daddy, who, needless to say, was furious.
Daddy’s the only person I’ve ever broken who’s scared me. The claws he raked around inside my mind screwed with some stuff that’ll never get put back. Of course, I made sure that when I struck back, I struck with everything I had. Daddy was left without as much mind and willpower as Mom, so I guess I did a good job on him. I certainly felt good about myself.
Until Giles started begging me to put him back, that is.
Took me a while to get what he meant. Back where? To bed? To the past? To the womb? What the hell was he on about?
Eventually his gibbering started making sense, though. Giles remains the first person who has ever asked me to break him.
I did.
I don’t wanna talk about it.
Let’s just say, Giles is mine now. He has no memories, no Mindbreaking skills, and no personality whatsoever. He’s completely detached, like he’s dead but miraculously walking. It’s an arrangement that works for both of us, especially on those occasions when I need protection that I can’t provide for myself. After all, I’m a manipulator, not a fighter.
We left the village shortly after. Ithaca isn’t the only place ridden with Mindbreakers, but it does have one of the strongest concentrations of us, and every single member of the family had turned against me. I don’t know if they respected Daddy or if he had torn into them somehow, but when I took him down, they were just itching to do the same to me. One-on-one, I could’ve taken them anytime. Hell, even two or three wouldn’t have been a big problem. But 300-to-one odds are not my forte and nothing I want to mess with in this lifetime.
So Giles and I travel. And I bring out the truth. Everyone has a darkness they either can’t or won’t recognize. I think it’s only fair to make them confront it, the way my family has had to confront theirs. People are liars. I just want to make them honest.
But if I’m going to be really honest, I just want to see what happens when people turn against each other.
I want to watch the world burn itself to the ground.
