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This is Hedziaa~ I'm so excited like you have no idea e u e

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[Name] Hedzia
[Age] 102 (appearance: 25) Born in 1886 (in Poland) (subject to change) 
[Gender] Female
[Sin] Greed
-Always desired more even from a young age, never being pleased with what little she had.
-After the murder of the person closest to her, she began to fill the void she felt with material possessions and high-end robberies.
[Kingdom] Kingdom of Greed
[Weight] 120 lbs/ 54 kgs
[Height] 5”8/ 172.72 cm

[Personality]

+Loyal: Extremely loyal to those who have gained her respect. Will do what they ask without question so long as it does not interfere with her loyalty to Lord Mammon.
+Quick adapter/thinker: While she usually doesn't put in the time to learn things, when put into a situation that deems fast reflexes and quick thoughts she can easily break a situation down to its core and then decide on what she deems the best course of action.
+Empathetic/Sympathetic: Even if she cannot relate to a person's situation specifically, she is often times able to understand the pains and frustrations based on her own past. When having a discussion with someone about their weaknesses, faults, and past is when she breaks down the walls and can relate to a person, and try her hardest to understand and even accept where they're coming from. Usually is most sincere when she is shown the hurt that others have endured.
+/-Honest: Brutally so. It can come off as rude and blunt, but she believes it's better than beating around the bush.
-Sarcastic: she's often times sarcastic and sharp-tongued. However in the past  century or so she has managed to tone it down.
-Cynical: Doesn't believe that people/demons/angels/any being could possibly be good. She believes that everyone is only doing things for themselves and that many of them (if not all) are truly black-hearted. This leads to trust issues and complications.
-Selfish: Wants to keep things and beings to herself. Does not like sharing at all. Especially things she has formed sentimental attachments to.



Hedzia’s the kind of demon that enjoys sarcasm and wit as well as tormenting others with her replies. For the most part she enjoys horsing around and careless bantering. She rather enjoys rattling others; often times she’ll try to get a rise out of people just for the fun of it, enjoying the varied reactions she gets. She’s sarcastic and doesn’t take a thing seriously (unless that be her devotion and or desire to acquire more valuables), and she always speaks her mind on the matter, no matter how offending it may seem (again, unless that interferes with the respect she holds for someone). However around lords (specifically Mammon) she keeps most of it to herself. That being said Hedzia is extremely loyal and respectful to those who she feels have earned it.

She often jokes when things go wrong and for the most part lets everything roll right off her shoulders. Though, Hedzia is cynical of others; she usually thinks the worst of people until proven otherwise, which can lead to some ruffling of feathers.

She's diligent in that which she wishes to put her effort into. She was never the brightest but is quick at adapting to new situations. Hedzia can usually be found with a smirk or grin on her face and though she doesn’t seem like it, she’s fairly good at sitting back and taking in the situation for what it is. For the most part she's in everything for either herself or her lord Mammon (she basically has a Mammon-complex yo).

[Background]

As a human, Hedzia grew up in a small village in Poland. She grew up helping her mom around the house and going to school on weekdays. Hedzia’s parents were, as she thought, simpletons who had married each other at a young age and had a kid unexpectedly, that enjoyed a life of poverty and barely scraping by on the payments for their tiny house in favor of living in the countryside to be “closer with the lands that they lived from”. As she got older (age 12 or so) she began visiting the city several miles away, much to her parents’ protests. She saw kids that had nice treats to eat and interesting designs on their clothing that weren’t hand stitched by their mothers in the early hours of the morning. (On a few of her trips she would sneak into a shop and steal simple things. Candy, key chains, sometimes a pen.) As she grew older (around the age of fifteen by now) she would make her way to the market and steal things; a loaf of bread, an apple. If there were any present, then desserts and sweets. Perhaps a by-now rusted silver chain. Distracting the vendors just long enough to swipe something. For the most part the other children in the quaint town stayed away from her, at this point. They gawked at her strangely colored hair and her array of piercings (all of which had been done in the city after she nabbed a job at a convenience store). They often murmured quietly of how she had been lead down the path of evil. Her social life was nonexistent. She was rather bitter about it. Hedzia wanted nothing to do with these back-water idiots, but she did long for a companion; someone who she could complain about all the old people coming into work to buy ointments or about how her mom tried to put her into an old church dress she dug out from a chest. It was stupid, the lot of it. Everyone and everything was stupid.

‘Til she met a young lady by the name of Anna. It was unexpected, the way they met. Hedzia’d been walking home from another day at work and debating on stealing some of her dad’s cigars for an evening of those and some liquor she’d snuck to her room when her parents had gone out for something or other. She quite literally bumped right into her. The first thing forming on her tongue was an insult of the smaller person’s incapacity to walk right, but then she saw the face of her attacker.

Small, petite features were accentuated by minimal but still sleek makeup and a small ring on her lower lip. Hedzia had to take a second to keep from sputtering incoherent nonsense. The girl had curly brown hair that seemed red under just the right amount of sunlight, wearing clothes so similar to those she saw in the city. The shorter of the two spoke up first, smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t quite looking where I was going,” she held out a small piece of paper to the side sheepishly. “I’m.. actually visiting my father here—Well, visiting’s not quite the right word but, I seem to be lost. Could you perhaps help me find the town directory?” Hedzia somehow managed to keep the world’s biggest and stupidest grin off her face and asked the girl who her father was and, after being told it was actually one of the old men she was on mildly respective terms with, she offered to take her there.

“On one condition,” Hedzia this time did allow a playful grin to form on her lips. “Well, two. A, you tell me your name, and B, you tell me where you’re from. Nobody anywhere near here has an accent quite like that.”

The brunette seemed stunned for a moment before nodding in her agreement. “My name’s Anna, and I’m actually from America.”

After that fateful meeting, Hedzia, for once in her near-sixteen years of existence, felt like perhaps she would have someone to be herself around. Yeah, she thought. That’d be something nice.

A couple of years had passed and in that short time frame, Hedzia and Anna had become inseparable. They stayed up late and shared many secrets until they knew every little thing about each other, down to how they liked their Haluski cooked. It was peaceful and for once Hedzia wasn’t adamantly trying to get in trouble or stealing things for no reason but to steal. She would spend nights up on the hilltop with Anna, the starry sky shining down on them and a bottle of liquor her father had apparently forgotten about. They drank and they giggled, talking about how stupid everything was, how completely and utterly stupid and—

How beautiful, too. They talked about the way the fireflies lit up as if they had something to fight for. How the sun rose every morning regardless of how much of a dick the moon was for taking his spotlight (quite literally). Hedzia had found a permanent spot in Anna’s small lap, had found a family in the way she would give her a smile reserved just for her, had found a home in the way Anna would invite her over to bake some bread, but somehow they ended up on the wooden floor in a heap of limbs that had been coated in flour, laughing until they were absolutely sure their guts had busted. Anna’s father had come home not so pleased to see that they had dragged flour around the entire house but gave a happy sigh at how peaceful they seemed curled up together on the beat up couch.

Another year had passed and Hedzia basically had stopped being a delinquent all together. She did not steal from the vendors and instead paid happily. She gave her parents more respect and at least tried to understand their point of view. She even had thought about looking into higher education (in which she and Anna could be closer together, that way). It felt like a dream. She needed nothing, wanted nothing. All she could ever need and all she could ever hope to want was right in front of her, in the form of an angel. That’s what Anna had to have been, an angel. The way her smile took Hedzia’s breath away and the simple way a reassuring word could comfort her into not throwing her textbooks out the window; not to mention how peaceful she had felt just being able to watch her do such simple things. At her laughter, the way Anna’s hand came to her mouth to try to cover the tooth that she was missing from a childhood accident, or how when she laughed just hard enough Hedzia could hear her snort in the most endearing way. Her favorite thing though was when Anna would get pissed. Uncontrollably so. She would lose it, cursing in a jumbled up rage of English and Polish, her brown eyes turning an icy cold shade. How she would apologize after venting her heart out to Hedzia, her head held downwards as if she had done something wrong. Hedzia would just laugh and laugh until Anna would peep from underneath her bangs and crack the smallest of smiles at the way her best friend would double over. “What are you laughing so hard about?” she would ask, almost confusedly.

“N-nothing, really,” she chuckled out before wiping the mirth from her eyes. “Just.. Damn little lady, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a midget look so ready to kill before.”

Anna would scoff and punch Hedzia lightly on the arm, tucking her bangs behind her ear. “I’m not a midget, you’re just ridiculously tall!” She would then join her in the unfiltered joy bubbling up that they only felt in each other’s presence.

It had been another two and a half years and they were getting ready to graduate, now nearing twenty years of age. It was still all like a dream to Hedzia, still as if she was stuck five years in the past, like she would wake up at any moment and there would be no Anna curling into her side. Hedzia tossed in her all too small bed, debating on what she would do the following morning. She wasn’t a very romantic girl and to be blatantly honest sh probably could have gotten by in life with never having fallen in love, and she would've been fine. Obviously she would have been in a much different place, probably on the streets rather than about to be sent off for higher education.. But she would have survived. However, thinking like that made her scowl. If she had never met Anna she was pretty sure she’d have turned out a hell of a lot more screwed up than she already was. Hedzia shook the thought from her head and reached her hand out to her nightstand to palm at a velvety smooth, square box. Tomorrow was the day where, hopefully, things would change for the better.

But when she had been awoken from her slumber by her mother’s incessant banging on her door, she lazily rolled out of bed and opened the door, sleep still staining her face unattractively. “What’s up, mama?” she would ask.

Hedzia would never forget the words that fell from her mother’s lips. The way her premature wrinkles seemed to become more prominent when telling her the news. It took every fiber in her being not to fall to the floor and scream incoherent curses at her mother for telling her such a fucked up lie. She walked shakily to her nightstand and grabbed the box along with her favorite sweater that she wore more for comfort than anything.

“Hey, Hedzia?” The mentioned girl turned her head from the pond where they’d been feeding the ducks.

“What’s up, munchkin?” She snickered, expecting to rouse some form of pout from Anna. When that was not the case Hedzia had to pause and realize something was up with her friend, for her to be so serious. She calmed her demeanor and got rid of the sarcasm in her tone. “You okay?”

Anna flinched for a moment, as if the question was foreign. Before leaning into Hedzia’s side and smiling into her shoulder. “I’m fine. Good, I’m good. Just.. Can I tell you something?”

The taller of the two shifted so that they were now laying on the grass with Anna tucked into Hedzia’s side, her head resting on Hedzia’s chest. “’Course. Unless you’re professing your undying love for me, in which if that’s the case I’m sad to inform that there is in fact a waiting list,” she joked in hopes to ease the girl’s nerves. It worked. Anna lightly swatted her friend’s shoulder before giving an overdramatic groan.

“Well damn, and my love for you’s so passionate too,” she giggled, not noticing the way Hedzia’s heart skipped a beat before it settled back to its rhythm of quiet ‘bathumps’, slowly easing Anna to sleep. Before that happened Hedzia gently prodded at the girl’s cheeks, “hey hey, I’m no pillow. Either tell me what’s up or I’m pretty sure that duck over there’s gonna mistake us for his next shitter.”

At this Anna shot up and laughed loudly. “Hedzia!” She shrieked.

“What? It’s the truth! He’s been eyeing us I swear!” Hedzia laughed, flipping them over and engaging a tickle fight with the smaller.

“He-Hedzia, enough, I give I give! Ahaa!”

After their merry tickle war it was beginning to grow dark, so Hedzia offered to walk Anna home. A few steps from her doorstep though, Anna paused, nearly causing the taller girl to walk straight into her, before turning. Biting her lip, she looked to the side for a moment before looking back up to Hedzia. With her mind made up Anna shot up to Hedzia’s height (on her tippy-toes) and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you, for everything,” she smiled softly, warmly, as if this was the most important thing to her at the moment.

Hedzia blinked but smiled regardless, shaking her head softly. “Dunno what for but, you’re welcome, princess. Now I gotta go talk mama and pops into letting me drive us merrily off into the sunset tomorrow, so I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Anna had words forming on her tongue but allowed them to sizzle away like the acid in the bile rising up her throat. She nodded regardless and gave her one last dazzling smile, allowing Hedzia the honor of seeing her missing canine.

Hedzia turned around and began walking off, before spinning around, waving, and grinning as stupidly as someone who could’ve been in love would; then she turned back and began jogging home.

She never heard the choked sob that Anna held back.

Never knew that their first kiss was a goodbye.

Never heard those three words dancing on the girl's tongue.


Hedzia slipped her boots on and began running frantically to their spots. The hilltop, the pond, the junction where the dirt roads turned into asphalt, screaming that one name.

Anna.
Anna!
ANNA!

After running to and searching every single crevice of the god awful town she had grown to love with her whole heart, Hedzia allowed herself to fall to the ground and scream her lungs raw, cry her eyes dry, with that one name on her tongue the entire time.

A week later, the funeral was held. The entire town and even some of their closer friends from the city had come. Everyone tried to keep it a moment of remembrance and joy, but Hedzia knew that it was bullshit. In the week that Anna had been viciously carved out from her life, she had turned almost instantly into the person she was several years ago. 

The first night she drank herself unconscious. The second she smoked so many cigars her mother was afraid she would die of asphyxiation trapped in her tiny, hardly ventilated room that was drenched with the smog Hedzia had yet to clear. The third day Hedzia went to the city and got into a fist fight with several people who looked at her the wrong way. She walked past the jewelry store where she had bought that ring in that tiny square box and reached a hand into her pocked. Grasping the box tightly, near hard enough to break it, she tossed it into the sewer drain that so casually dared to be there.

Be there when Anna wasn’t.

The fourth day she revisited every spot they had ever made memories at. She would sit and smoke, remembering the peaceful memories that now visited her cruelly in her dreams, shattering her over and over when she would wake up and remember that they were no longer the present and future tense. Just parts of her past that would soon be forgotten by so many. Just a fragment of time that had existed but no longer was.

The fifth day, she smashed all of the bottles of alcohol in the house to smithereens with a sledge hammer.

The sixth day she gathered all the items she had collected over the past five years and put them into a box, preparing to leave for a future so different than what she had planned. An abundance of money she had saved stacked on top of the memories.

The seventh day, the day of the funeral, Hedzia sat in the back row as the pastor spoke of how wonderful Anna had been; had, not is. Hedzia’s eyes had steeled, her tears all but dried up and her voice all but gone. When asked if anyone had anything to say about the sweet girl they had all grown to love, she took out a flask and took a swig of what was once Anna’s favorite drink.

What her favorite drink is was now what it was.

In the next coming months Hedzia had allowed herself to succumb to what she truly was. She moved to a city a few provinces over and dabbled in the occasional (frequent) organized crime. One night she found herself snickering bitterly, which had turned into full blown cackling, at what she had become. What was once candy bars and rolls of bread was now high-end jewelry and money by the hundred grand. That night she threw knives at the wall like she once played darts, the glistening edges all too tempting. Hedzia found out how much of a selfish coward she was that night.

She continued that way for a couple of years, working her way up in the underground world until she was well-known. Perhaps not feared by all, but at least people knew who she was.

Each year the anniversary of that one girl’s death became less piercing, less destroying. On the third year she had gotten so fucked up the night before she nearly forgot what day it was. When she had finally rolled out of bed half past two she immediately went to grab a a smoke. If the jobs didn't kill her first then lung cancer was right behind them.

It had been four years and now her greed for material possessions festered and rotted in the pit of her stomach. Hedzia had found out some time ago what had happened. A few men had become greedy, going after that one girl’s father, but in the end went after her instead. She assumed that was where her desire for what she did not have had begun to magnify. As a child it had already sprouted, the desire for more, the clawing at her insides telling her that it just wasn’t enough.

The greed festered and grew until that was all she knew. All she felt, all she experienced. The desire for more. More than anyone had every owned, more than anyone would ever own. She wanted more.

As Hedzia neared her final year, the night of that one girl’s would be twenty fifth birthday, Hedzia would swear to the day of her death and beyond that she had been visited by an angel in her sleep. It was quick and fleeting, as if the being couldn’t be there for long or risked being scorched by the flames catching up with Hedzia, licking at her heels. The blinding white light kneeled by her bed, placing a ring box there, and sang the lullaby that that one girl would sing to Hedzia when she couldn’t fall asleep. When the warmth of the girl next to her wasn’t enough to lull her to peace. When the overbearing fact that Hedzia was not fated to see the end of her fairy tale had surfaced too strongly in her subconscious, it was always that song that eased her to sleep on the worst of nights.
Hedzia would wake up the next morning and find that box she had tossed so very long ago at her bedside, blaming the self-claimed delusion on the overwhelming hangover piercing her skull. Surely she'd kept it all this time. It had been such a pretty ring.

Not more than a year later, time having flown by in a blur, Hedzia found herself in a dark place. She had no recollection of the last twenty four hours, nor what she was doing there. However when she sat up and saw the bone chilling smirk upon a being she could not identify coherently, she knew.

She smiled the last smile of peace she could possibly have.

And allowed the pits of hell to swallow the remnants of what she could have sworn was once a soul.

[Battle Powers]
TBA

[Likes]
+Material possessions
+joking/screwing with others
+Physical movement (is always bouncing if just a tiny bit)
+The color Blue
+Counting her collection of stuff
+almost every type of music (she has an entire room in the castle dedicated to old vinyls)
+A specific ring box in her collection of jewelry (she will go ape shit if it goes missing)
+cuddling (though she never does with any living things). Mainly enjoys snuggling with lush fabrics. 

[Dislikes]
-When others take things too seriously
-Being ignored
-any form of loss
-Ducks
-Boring discussions
-primroses
-Prideful demons

[Trivia]
+Enjoys dabbling in different languages for fun
+Lesbian
+Likes to play with the toads that roam the kingdom of Greed (she's even named a few of her favorites)
+Follows Mammon's lead and orders obediently to the very end
+Rather possessive of Mammon (but tries her hardest not to show it)
+Really likes welding and crocheting (don't fuck with her when she's crocheting bro that's her me-time)
+Doesn't much pay attention to people until they give her a reason to notice them 

[Relations]

Mammon - Her Lord Greed - Hedzia respects Mammon the most out of all the demon lords and finds the most joy in his presence. She listens to  him dutifully and would follow him to hell and back (if they weren't already there). She willingly admits to her sin around Mammon and even openly basks in the beauty of his castle, truly amazed at his collection, but never touching what is not hers. Mammon is the closest thing to an authority figure that Hedzia has and addresses him as so, using honorifics such as 'sir' and 'my lord', careful to never overstep her boundaries. Hedzia would willingly fight to her last breath for Mammon and is also careful that the people who are around him are deserving (which translates to being a total bitch to people who don't respect him).

Edgar - Fellow Contract (sub contract to Greed) - Hedzia for the time being absolutely does not trust Edgar, nor does she enjoy him being there. She's waiting for the moment when the two of them are alone so that she can barrage him with interrogations and tease him until the cows come home. She finds his polite and formal attitude annoying and desperately wants to know what shoved the stick up his spine. She  assumes that he just screwed up, though not knowing how bad, and strongly dislikes having to share Mammon with a newcomer like him.
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TraceofHatred's avatar
Oh my so much information! ;A;
She's really well thought out, Between her and Mammon; this kingdom's got enough cool to last a long time. :iconmanlysmileplz:

Although I wish you put a year or era she was born into, just so I could have an idea of how old she is. xD I guessed with cigarettes and vinyls between 1888 (invention of the vinyl) and 1982 (CD's invented, Vinyls less popular). 
But please correct me if I'm wrong, as it happens from time to time. :3 As I would not like to write her into my characters story improperly, or misrepresent her in any way.

Given that Noctis is a combination of Mammon's political adviser, bodyguard, and personal assassin. (Which is neatly summarized as "Right Hand Man" since that's a bit of a mouthful).
He spends nearly all of his time hovering over his shoulder, or waiting on his commands. (Unless of course, he's off doing Mammon's dirty work (which is less often than he'd like), or going for his nightly hunt.)

So it's virtually improbable that they wouldn't know each other, considering spending time with Mammon more or less means they would see each other because of how adoring they are of him. x'D

And if in fact she is younger than Noctis, I wouldn't doubt that they would have met shortly after she joined the kingdom. (He's 2166 years old, from the Iron age in Europe - A primitive time of swords and warfare.)
Although in retrospect, depending on when Hedzia was born, they may have met when she was living as well. Since Noctis' nightly hunt usually involves him creeping into the human world,
Usually targetting a location that has large amounts of suffering, death, or in general negative feelings (as I believe that's what opens rifts to the human world), they're usually flesh hot spots.

Although, had they met while she was living, it would probably be under gruesome circumstances, such as him eating the flesh of soldiers in her city in a dark ally.
(Maybe while she was escaping from a robbery she ran the wrong way into an Ally and got cornered then Noctis leaped down from the roof killed the Police officers? 
(Not to save her, but out of hunger, and the fact that he doesn't kill women. xD) Just an idea though, something off the top of my head without a lot of thought. xD)

He's more or less traveled the entire world from war to war, looking for worthy opponents (so he can consume their flesh) and rare swords (to keep for himself), so Poland wouldn't surprise me,
especially during 1914-1950 era, better known as world war I and II, or any other war in Poland really. xD

Overall; He's quite polite, and doesn't get worked up over anything other than when people insult/devalue Mammon; So I can't sense him disliking someone who adores and is loyal to Mammon.
(Me and *jinxjr123 actually talked about a headcanon where one of Noctis' swords (Vajra - the Jeweled blade) would be stolen by Mammon frequently; and that he'd have to get Hedzia to distract him while he stole it back. xD)

All in all; Noctis doesn't really make friends, but he's quite polite to those he has accepted as one of his pawns, since a pawn is more likely to be manipulated if they are on good terms with you.

Things she might like about Noctis:
-Adores Mammon - the point of giving him riches and treasures (the only things he values are swords, flesh, unconventional treasures, and power)
-Is polite and a Gentleman - Especially to Mammon, his pawns, and women (in most cases).
-Does the gruesome / Dirty work of Mammon - Giving her more time to do as she pleases.
-Has greatly improved the state of the kingdom of Greed - People are too scared to betray or create uprisings, since they know Noctis will be sent after them if they do. xD
-He's not possessive of riches or valuables; aside from his own swords, which are usually less valuable and more powerful. - So he would have no problem dropping them on her.
-He is easy to negotiate with, and quite hospitable; and willing to do favors for a price of human (or demon) flesh (preferably living).

Things she might not like about Noctis:
-Is not easily offended, in fact, doesn't really offended at all; unless it has to do with Mammon. - So she probably wouldn't be able to annoy him. xD
-He's pretty mysterious and tends to keep to himself - Making him borderline impossible to manipulate or screw around with, cause nobody realizes his motives or desires. xD
-He spends most of his time watching over Mammon - Dunno, maybe she wouldn't like his constant company.
-He's confident; I wouldn't say prideful, but he definitely thinks his plans through, and doesn't take failure as an Option.

Either way, up to you in the end, but just thought I'd leave a lil' comment. :3 Cheers, and great character.