Venice

TO BE REWORKED
Code by NS
By Piggyxl, base by Marvin!
some mentions of and major mentions of ! read carefully!!
the appearance and personality follow a story format inspired by nibby!!
venice (ven) ∗ light ∗ female ∗ straight ∗ 21 (hy) ∗ interrogation unit leadercode by miles with lots of help from forge , modifications made by sby, theft is not tolerated. please click one tab at a time!
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VENICE
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age21 (hy)tribe(s)lightgenderfemalepronounsshe/herorientationstraightoccupation(s)interrogation unit leaderresidenceBloodClaws hideoutabilitiestribal, street smartship(s)n/a
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creatorsbyartistshadowhawkelementlight + painattributesadisticmbtitextanimaltextsong/playlisttext
Seeing this LightWing in a normal setting, she'd seem almost boring and regular, even approachable. You wouldn't feel fear walking up to her, because what reason would you have to do so? She's so normal, what could she possibly do to you?
Now that you see her in the setting she's truly in, though, you understand exactly what she could do, because you're experiencing it yourself. You can see her powerful build, just a little more muscled than what you'd consider a 'typical' LightWing, although that doesn't really exist, but not enough that she stands out in a crowd. Her wings hold the oh-so-familiar mirror spots, some big and sloppy, others small and pristine, blended together.
And you are in this setting, full of fear. You're tied to a small metal chair in a cold, stone-walled room, with not a single window. You can hear yells from another room, before it all goes silent. You see this LightWing as she walks into the room, suddenly seeming terrifying now that you're face to face. She paces around you slowly, mesmerizingly, and you begin to really take her in. You want to look away, but you can't. Her dark green scales are the colour of avocado skin, but without the rough texture. She hasn't even spoken, yet she's chilling you to the bone. She wants you to admire her, and against your better judgement, you do.
You admire her underbelly as you shake, which is a solid sky blue, like a sunny day without a single cloud. It looks perfect, except for a scar on one side.
"W-where did you get that scar from?" you ask suddenly, then as her baby pink eyes laser focus on yours, you wish you never said a thing. The eyes, like the rest of her, are mesmerizing, and you find yourself focusing on them as she speaks.
"Someone who fought against their fate," she laughs, her voice and laugh both chilling, shivers running down your spine. "Their fate was to be beaten, and to lose all they had. They believed if they fought me, they'd get away." She laughs again, that shrill, icy laugh. "I just made things a whole lot more painful." Running a cold, silver talon down your forehead, she whispers, "I hope you don't make a mistake like that, don't you?"
She steps away and paces again, staring at you sharply. You notice her membranes again, those mirror spots only a slightly different shade of the light blue that covers the rest of the wing. Then her spines, the same colour, then her horns, a dark peachy colour. Suddenly a fearsome grin grows on her face, and she pulls a small knife with a thin blade from a pouch around her neck. 
The knife has a dark brown handle, with two sparkling gold markings, spiralling together in the middle, then branching out to the sides. The blade is silver, and looks newly sharpened. You begin to shake your head and whimper in fear, because you realize now exactly what she intends to do with it. 
"I think it's time we got to the purpose of this meeting, hm?" she says, and suddenly she's right in front of you, sharp teeth and pink eyes gleaming with an evil look.
You tremble as she comes up next to you, and suddenly she digs the knife deep into your talon. You cry out in pain, trying to reach and hold it, but your arms are bound, and you're at her mercy.
"I suppose you know we heard you talking about the Fireballs, don't you," she hums softly, but her voice has an evil edge. "Don't lie to me, because my friends heard every word. Your sister's in the gang, isn't she dear," she whispers, and it's clear she's wallowing in your fear and suffering.
"Y-yes," you stammer, but that's all you dare say. You may not be in the Fireballs, but you're loyal to your sister, and you won't give anything away. Especially not to this dragoness who clearly enjoys hurting others, and now you.
"Then I suppose you won't mind telling us a bit about them, hm?" she asks, slowly and painfully pulling out the knife still burying in your talon, then she stops sharply. "Who leads them? That's a simple enough question, isn't it?" Her voice drips with condescension. Yes, that's perfect to describe her: condescending. She enjoys making you feel inferior, and that's not hard to tell.
"No," you snarl, then brace yourself for what you know is coming. "I refuse to betray my sister."
"You won't talk then, honey?" she asked, laughing again. "Then I'll tell you a bit about myself, shall I? We'll have some fun while I talk." She begins to saw the knife back and forth, slowly, painfully. You grit your teeth, but a cry still escapes.
"I may hate scum like you, dear," she says as she tortures you, a toothy grin on her face, "But I do get along well with my fellow gang members, although I guess that's something you'll never know, because you'll never see it, until it's too late. I love to joke around with them, but the jokes are probably the kind you'd never get, because you just aren't as smart as they are, and far, far from being this intelligent," she adds, gesturing to herself.
Even through your immense pain, you begin to calculate what she's like. The narcissism jumps out at you immediately. She loves herself, and believes she's the best. It's clear from the way she preens herself, even as she hurts you. It's obvious from her words most of all, and although she's not hugely narcissistic, the trait is there, clear as day.
She pulls the knife out slowly, twisting it back and forth to maximize your pain, and it's working. She's sadistic. She wants to see the pain in your face. You don't want to give her that satisfaction, but the final twist makes you scream, and her scary smile grows even bigger. You look at your talon and almost throw up. Just as you go to turn your head back, she grips ahold of your horn and begins to pull.
You yell, and she whispers into your ear, "Tell me. Tell me, and I'll stop." At first you resist, but then it begins to tear from your scalp, and you can't take it. "His name is Mireland!!" you screech, yet she continues to pull. 
"And where do they live?" she taunts in that same whisper as she pulls.
"I WON"T TELL YOU!" you yell, and your words become warped as you feel the horn leave your head, and now they mix with her sinister laugh as she smacks your head back and clutches it between her talons, before letting go. She holds the bloody horn in front of your eyes, forcing you to look, then with the other talon, you see her begin to cut your claw off.
You scream, but it just makes her happier, and suddenly you feel it just as it hits a nerve, sending pain through your whole talon. Then again. Again. Again. Before you can stop yourself, you yell the location, and it all comes to a halt. The horn no longer dangles in front of your eyes, and you have a full view of your mangled talon and claws. Now you do throw up, over the side of the chair, which only makes her laugh harder.
"Oh, it does feel good to be in charge," she smirks. "In the gang, I do as I'm told, and I enjoy it. Yet these are always the best moments. I'm in complete control. Now, I don't need anything else from you, but I want to have more fun. I don't want to say bye-bye yet, you see dear?"
She stabs the horn through your other talon, and you hardly hear her words through the haze. "You probably think I'm insane, don't you?" she asks. Then, without waiting for an answer, she says, "You're right. I am insane, and I love it." She pauses to fix her haunting eyes on you. "Yet clearly I'm still smart, aren't I?" she asks, and despite hating her, you know she's right. She knows exactly how to break you, exactly what will hurt the most. 
"I was book-smart too, would you believe it?" she asks you. "Then I realized that street smarts are what matter. I get my way, and I don't care at all who I need to step on. Or beat up, for that matter." She turns her head to the door, and calls, "Dawn! I'm done with 'em. They're all yours now." She opens the door, tucking her knife into her pouch, then says three last chilling words. "Good night, honey."
*so she bullied a lot of dragonets
*got in trouble at school a lot but didn't understand why
*thought that her classmates were weaklings bc many cracked and broke down very easily
**began to be curious about how much she could learn from others by hurting them (basically how she began interrogation)
**scary stuff goes down
*Eventually gets expelled after attempting to beat up the principal after she was snitched on
*her parents kick her out
**she leaves
*one day she knocks her dad out and takes his stuff while her mom is a work
*learns that that's a great way to survive
**got kicked out @ 15, survived on the streets for six years
*basically gets by by beating people up and torturing them for money and/or information on how to find things that can help her+++
Venice's life was strange, in a very bad way, from the beginning. Her childhood wasn't a normal one at all. She had the sort of parents that should never have dragonets. They both abused her greatly. Her father was more obvious about it, and early on she was making excuses for her black eyes, until she grew stronger and could take it. 
Her mother was a bit less upfront, but her words were just as painful as the blows Venice took. She tore her daughter to shreds, and didn't care how she felt at all. She'd call her useless, idiotic, weak, whatever she could to make her daughter controllable, and make her do as they said. Yet Venice was far from controllable.
All of this affected her mental state, as they'd expected, but not in the way they hoped. She didn't become meek and easy to control. In fact, she became quite the opposite. See, the abuse from a young age had made her believe such things were normal and acceptable, and caused many, many problems.
*is not a killer! despite her sadistic nature she refuses to kill, letting her boss do so instead
*swears a lot BUT not while torturing
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