Hex the Hellhound
Legacy Name: LeeLee
The Spectrum Paralix
Age: 14 years, 11 months, 3 weeks
Born: August 15th, 2007
Adopted: 14 years, 11 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: August 15th, 2007 (Legacy)
- Level: 4
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
J U N E || Character Development Prompt
LeeLee has started collecting skulls, bones, feathers, other natural treasures one can find out in nature. She is timidly researching vulture culture, though she doesn't believe she could ever actually bring herself to collecting bones from roadkill.
LeeLee doesn't really have any person in her life (at the moment) who she would consider her "favorite" person. She has a difficult time being vulnerable enough to the point where she would/could admit that someone is her favorite person, because she fears that the feelings wouldn't be reciprocated. But after bring Hex, her Hellhound, into her life she is starting to work on allowing herself to open up and allow herself to have a favorite "person".
LeeLee used to secretly moonlight as an erotic fan-fiction writer. What was at first an outlet for her to explore intimacy had ended up turning into a lucrative source of income. She eventually quit due to encountering burnout, and the stress of not being able to update her stories quickly enough to satisfy her fans. Between the pressure to create faster and faster, and receiving hateful and negative messages, she decided to quit.
LeeLee is summer. Specifically, she's summer break. Summer break is always crackling with the energy and possibility that you have the opportunity to do some personal growth, and experience magical and life changing moments.
A type of weather:
Partly cloudy with a 25% chance of rain and thunderstorm. LeeLee, for the most part, is a genuinely joyful person. But sometimes, that joy and sunshine is just a mask covering up negative emotions and opinions she feels towards herself.
A time of day:
The butt crack of dawn! LeeLee is a total early bird and loves the energy that comes with the start of a fresh, brand new day, and seeing the soft pinks and blues from a sunrise. Being up that early has it's perks— more time in the day to tackle her to-do list and hardly a soul is up that early making the world feel quiet and peaceful.
A day of the week:
Monday - The cliche about hating Mondays does not apply to THIS girl — LeeLee is a go-getter! After taking the time to rest and recharge her batteries over the weekend, she's always excited to get back to the grind and get one step closer to her goals.
LeeLee never was one to care about wealth or getting more and more of it. When it came to employment, she chose work that made her feel fulfilled and happy instead of jobs that she despised but would make her more bucks. All LeeLee really wants is enough to do what she loves without having to worry about having to make ends meet.
Creative as LeeLee's dominate archetype fits perfectly seeing as she's been flexing her creative muscles since she could barely even walk! She's gone from scribbling on the walls (much to her mother's disdain) to painting on more appropriate canvasses.
LeeLee's skeptical of the paranormal, and yet she finds herself believing in God and the power of prayer. She has a very strong moral compass and is always striving to do the right thing. Though her relationship with her faith is strained right now, she still finds herself leaning on God for supernatural help and support.
LeeLee has a natural tendency to care for others, and finds joy in making others happy. She's a person who will drop everything to care for a friend in need. But due to her lack of self-confidence and assertiveness, she sometimes finds herself in situations where she's basically a doormat.
Spiritual: How would they like to die?
Caregiver: What does "self care" look like to your character?
LeeLee doesn't have a lot of self-confidence and so she doesn't really feel like there's anything unique about herself. However, she is the great great great great granddaughter of Salmon Douglass, a Black cowboy who arrested more than 4,500 people and killed 20 outlaws, all without sustaining a single gun wound.
LeeLee would like to get owned by a blackhole. LeeLee would like to die by going back in time, not allowing her parents to meet thus preventing her birth and existence.
Exercising her right to say "no" to someone's request.
| CH. 1 |
It had already been a ten hour drive and I was running on the fumes of fumes. My back was aching, my face growing oiler by the minute in the sun, and I had listened to the same 5 podcasts twice already.
I really should’ve just stopped at six hours and got a hotel, I thought. But I just wanted to get to my new home—and my fresh start and I wanted to do it NOW.
No more waiting.
No more delays.
I had waited long enough already.
After getting out of a long-term relationship (note: five years of my life), countless employment rejections, and growing more aware of how much I stuck out like a Black Bear in a blizzard, I just wanted to hit the reset button and start over.
And my wish was granted when the unfortunate news of my eccentric, yet elusive auntie’s death arrived on my doorstep—along with her will stating that she was giving me her cabin in the woods.
800 miles away.
So I packed up my life and that’s how I ended up embarking on a twelve hour road trip to the West Coast.
| Ch. 2 |
I was starting to panic.
Did I make a wrong turn?
I knew I should’ve gone right instead of left.
I should’ve listened to my guts and trusted myself.
Why can’t I trust myself?
I turned down the stereo volume and consulted the strange directions I was given. I was now a ways from the main road, surrounded by the tallest trees I had ever seen and was desperately seeking one that had, and I quote: “Scratch marks on the trunk that look like the devil himself did it”.
Times like this I wish I had someone with me so I didn’t feel so scared and could give me some help. But then again, when I was with someone i didn’t feel that reassured or protected with them anyway.
The sun was slowly starting to set as my worry started to rise when in the corner of my eye I saw a great flash of black dart through the trees.
I was about to nope on out of there when I noticed something odd where I saw that flash of black disappear. It was The Devil Tree.
And it sure as hell looked like the devil himself made those scratches.
| CH. 3 |
My Aunt’s cabin was in desperate need of some TLC. Dust and dead bugs littered the floors and surfaces, and outside the land was slowly trying to reclaim the home.
The cabin had two floors. The upper floor was where I found what appeared to be a bedroom after climbing an incredibly squeaky set of stairs. The door was slightly ajar and I hesitated to peak inside. What if there was a murderer in there??
I yanked the door open and a wave of dust bunnies burst from the opening desperate for a way out. Screaming, I charged for the window and struggled to get the latches open as the dust bunnies continued swarming.
My heart was about to burst from my chest when the latch finally unlocked. The dust bunnies began making their way towards the cool air and danced away into the night sky.
Exasperated, I crumpled to the floor as the last of the dust bunnies puffed theirselves toward the open window. I rubbed my hands over my face not really believing what I just saw.I finally took a look around the room.
It was empty save for a perfectly made bed, a rug with what appeared to be the constellations embroidered on it, a nightstand, and a small desk.I did a double-take on the rug. It looked as though there was something underneath it.
I crawled on my hands and knees over to the corner of the rug and slowly pulled it up peering underneath. There was some kind of odd pattern carved underneath it that looked borderline occult.It didn’t really surprise me though given the nature of the work my Auntie carried out.
On the outside, Auntie was a traveler. But upon looking closer you would find that she was a collector of oddities and artefacts. Some of which were, according to my parents, obtained…not in the most legal of ways.
To which my auntie would say that she was “taking back” our heritage, and getting back what was stolen from us and our ancestors by those thieving colonisers.
I looked back down at the rug and quickly covered the marking back up. There was a 50/50 chance that whatever was carved under the rug was actually bad. So I figured having it covered up, like how I found it, would be the safest thing to do. I lugged my body over to the bed and immediately collapsed into the soft sheets.
| CH. 4 |
After a month of cleaning, sweating, and crying I started to feel a little more settled into the house.There was still so much left to do. But I decided tonight would be the perfect night to have a backyard campfire to celebrate this new chapter of my life.
The full moon was high in the sky sharing a comforting glow as I started tossing old mementos and letters from my ex into the hungry flames.
“Here’s to letting go and moving on,” I whispered into the flames taking a sip of my hot chocolate. I sat huddled in the adirondack chair with my knees pulled up to my chest replaying the past year in my head.
I saw all the warning signs and red flags reflecting back with hindsight, but I couldn’t stop beating myself up for not being wiser at the time and knowing any better.
Deeper and deeper I spiralled into my thoughts until a piercing wail shook me back to the present.
The campfire, once small and tame, now rose high into the air with the fires roaring. The piercing wail continued and I all I could think about was how annoyed and upset the neighbours were going to be.
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” I quickly grabbed a shovel and started throwing dirt onto the flames which caused the sobbing wails to transform into an angry scream.
“HOW DARE YOU TRY TO EXTINGUISH MY ANGUISH!” The flames roared flicking a flame at my face.
The flames quickly encircled me. I was cooking alive and the smoke began to fill my lungs. I began violently coughing and before I knew it my vision was getting weaker and I passed out. But before the lights went out I saw a large black shadow that looked oddly like a wolf jump into the heart of the flames.
The smell of burnt wood and ash no longer felt pleasing to my olfactory as I slowly woke back up in a groggy haze. I felt a wet sensation on the left side of my face.
My eyes immediately shot open and I found myself on the ground with my throw blanket over me. A wet nose stopped nudging my cheek and a pair of amber eyes bore into my face. It was stupid of me, I know, but I reached up to pet the soft reddish black fur, and the large dog immediately jumped back and let out a disapproving snort. But still, those eyes never left mine.
I slowly lifted myself up. “What happened?” I coughed out half thinking that I was going to get a response back. I didn’t get a reply back, but the canine (which looked awfully large for a dog) stepped towards and sniffed at the fire pit. It took one last look back at me, and then darted off into the protective darkness of the forest.
| CH. 5 |
A few days had passed since the fire pit incident. I couldn’t stop thinking about, and trying to make sense of the events. And that big dog. Was any of it even real?
I had gone out several times since then to try and understand what had happened. I came across some paw prints and measured them. They matched a typical wolf paw print, however, they were a bit larger.
I told myself that maybe that wolf I saw was just a bit larger than usual, but there was nothing weird with that. It wasn’t like it was, say, a werewolf. Because werewolves don’t exist.
Auntie always believed in that kind of stuff though - magic and monsters. But if that stuff was real, why wasn’t there actual solid proof and documentation of it’s existence?
But I couldn’t shake what had happened that night.
It doesn’t make sense that I would just imagine a giant fire screaming at me. But on the other, it didn’t make sense that it actually happened either.
I was lost in thought looking out the window while washing the dishes when I heard a clatter behind me.
Lycanthrope Collected Claws
Lycanthrope Warning Poster
Sustainable Wooden Forest Playset
Bow-E Panacea Vintage Suitcase
September 2017 Collection
Old Cabin Key
Frightful Firelight Fables
Magic in Summer
Timber Wolf Talisman
Lycanthrope Discard Moon Phases Chart
Haunted Chew Toy
Magic 8 Ball
Fresh Sequoia Pinecone
Presenter Rag Doll
Flawless Rag Doll
Miffed Werewolf Plushie
Black Verevolf Tooth
Artist Round Brush