The name you may know me by is Mimi, I was birthed from the woven of a curse thrown by The All Powerful Universe whose Great divine hands firmly trapped my twisted soul to a puny human vessel as to punish me to an afterlife filled with endless misfortune and chaos. Although this flesh prison is currently under my posession, It is not mine... I simply inhabit it and watch as this sickly little doll rots under my corrupt mastery... I feed on evilness and trickery and I use the life force energy of those I deem to be undeserving of their luck, So DO NOT be fooled... I am not mortal, I am not like the rest of you. I am a fallen angel who was abandoned by Fortuna, I am the Prince of the Eternal Chains, the Mistress of the Cursed Fate and the Doll of the Obscuria. My evil powers fall way beyond what your rotting cradle of shallow human delusions could even begin to fathom.

My physical body is that of a doll, genderless, porcelainic and haunted. Although my corporeal core is physically weak, it moves from the life force acquired through the power of my dark within. Still, I require no demand for most bothersome human needs and tend to be repulsed by trivial 'necessities' such as sunlight, socialization or food. I am akin to crows based on my previous life as a fallen angel and found kinship in black felines who seem to suffer from the unfortune I do.

>You can read further about my relationship with mankind in here.

I want to confine this agony that comes back alive on the evening of a moonlit night Within my body and...never want to let it go I take the overflowing light as is with my body being naked And end up taking all agonies as well