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Fortune the 13th Cat

“Burmi!”
The darkmatter feli looked up. She grudgingly got off of her pitch black bed and walked out her door and down the long spiral staircase that lead to her room in the palace. Her mother was calling her because there was some sort of event that required the attendance of all the servants. Burmi followed her mother into the throne room where her majesty Malaria sat. Burmi was forced into serving the evil goddess from birth. Her mother and father had been some of her biggest supporters so she was expected to be one too. Malaria stood up from her giant black throne and said, “My dear followers welcome a new fighter. Welcome Dimm.”
A boy that looked about Burmi’s age of 13 stepped forward. Burmi’s purple eyes widened. The boy had large fangs, obviously a vampires, and long silver hair, he was wearing a simple white button shirt with a black jacket over it, black pants, hands in his pockets. ‘He’s gorgeous…’ she thought to herself. Dimm walked to his spot in the military line. The meeting was dismissed and the servants went off to their duties.
“Burmi, you are in charge of showing Dimm around.” Her mother said sternly.
“Ok…” she said in a false upset voice.
Her mother walked away to boss more people around. Burmi walked up to the new vampire. “Hello Dimm, I’m Burmi. I’m supposed to show you around.” He shrugged. She walked up the spiral stairs that lead to her room and pushed open the door to the room next to hers, “This will be your room.” He shrugged again.
‘He’s right next to me! It’s fate!’
She showed him the rest of the castle and then walked outside to the garden. “This is her majesty’s garden…” The so called “garden” was filled with dying lilies and daisies, black poisonous roses, and trees of all sizes with thorns and no leaves. “Ouch!” Burmi looked down at her hand and saw that she had cut the back of her hand on one of the thorn trees.
“Are you bleeding?” Dimm asked, revealing his soft, low voice. “Yes,” she answered. He walked over to her side and lifted her hand. He picked up the crimson blood on his finger and licked it off. “Mmmm, your blood is rich.” Burmi’s pale skin had turned a delicate shade of pink.

Burmi walked though the garden with Dimm. “I just hate it… How do you deal with it?” Dimm asked angrily. She shrugged, “I just do.” He shook his head, his bangs had grown to cover his right eye. They were now 16 years old and to Burmi’s absolute enjoyment, they had gone out for almost a year.
“I just hate being a pawn in this stupid war of her’s.” Dimm said though gritted teeth.
“You’ll grow used to it.” Burmi replied soothingly.
He didn’t respond.
The next day Burmi knocked on Dimm’s door and got no answer. “Dimm?” She opened the door and saw no sign of him, but there was a note on the bed.
Dear mindless servants of Malaria,
I am sick of this life of servitude. I have left and am never coming back. I hope to not see any of you ever again. Bye Burmi, we had a good run.
Dimm
It felt like a hammer had hit her heart. “You left? No, no, no, I’m your girlfriend. You never left me… I’ll find you Dimm.” Her eyes turned slightly insane.
She showed the letter to Malaria. “I need someone to find him… He was one of our greatest vampires.”
“If you don’t mind your highness, I would like to be in charge of looking…” Burmi said in a quiet, crazed voice.

Birth Name: Burmi {Burr-mee} Gallo (meaning a proud person, especially one with a "cocky" or vain attitude)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Birthday: February 14 (Valentine’s Day)
Birthplace: Darkside; Malaria’s castle
Relationship Status: Obsessed with Dimm; although she claims to have been loyal to Dimm, she has had many side relationships
Hair: Halfway down her back; black; wavy; bangs tend to curl at the end
Eyes: Dark purple; cat slit pupils
Height: 5’5
Body Structure: Voluptuous; skinny with very prominent curves; wears very revealing clothing; quite pale; has a heart tattoo on her thigh dedicated to Dimm
Power: Hell fire
Friends: …?
Enemies: Caviare, Cardigan, Dimm (although she claims he still loves her)
Career: Servant to Malaria; swore to bring Dimm back to the evil goddess
Likes: Flirting, fire
Loves: Dimm
Dislikes: Malaria, servitude
Despises: Caviare, being trapped
Greatest Fear: Being Unloved
Personality: Burmi became extremely attached to Dimm and, even more, his affections when they were together. She couldn’t stand the thought of being alone again when Dimm escaped Malaria’s servitude, and decided to lead the hunt for him. She uses horrible tricks in her attempts of capturing him, and tries to hurt those he loves (his sister Cardigan and girlfriend Caviare) along the way. She is the only person Dimm should ever care for…
However much she may say she loves Dimm, she is extremely flirtatious to everything that moves. She has had many flings during her search for Dimm, yet no one can quench her craving for his, and only his, affections.
Furthermore, Burmi may be a servant of the evil goddess, but that does not mean she is happy with her position. When she was with Dimm, they both dreamed of escaping… And he left without taking her with him.
Burmi's Treasures
Favorite Song: Faking My Own Suicide by Relient K
Image: Sketch by me
Overlay by ChouChou