unhealing: (scar my face and blind my eyes)
Claudia Kotomine, née Hortensia ([personal profile] unhealing) wrote in [personal profile] rubycitymods 2012-11-23 05:15 am (UTC)

Strengths/Weaknesses:
Physically, Benedetta is extremely weak and sickly. She is immune deficient, which causes her to be chronically ill. It's stated that even a "tiny wound" can kill her if it's left untreated, hence the reason she appears "tattered" and is covered in bandages.

Mentally and emotionally, however, she seems almost untouchable. She doesn't lose hope and her faith in God is all but unshakable. It's not hard for her to carry on even in dire circumstances. However, as this ultimately stems from her lacking a sense of self-worth, it's just as much a weakness as a strength; she will allow other people to take advantage of her and even sacrifice her own health and happiness for flimsy reasons because she doesn't truly believe she deserves it.

Abilities:
Masochistic Pneumatic Automatism Diathesis- Caren was stated to have inherited her psychic ability from her mother. This is basically a rare power that allows a person to act as a radar for demons, as when they're near a person who is possessed, they experience pain and even physical wounds. This can even happen when they're simply around someone whose thoughts and actions are sufficiently "dark" or "evil."

Relationships to Canon Characters:
  • Kirei Kotomine- Her husband. She is stated to be the only person who ever understood him, and she loves him deeply. Because of her lack of a sense of self-worth, she views his happiness as worth more than her own life.
  • Caren Hortensia- Her daughter. She died when Caren was less than two years old, and also has a deep motherly love for her. Probably also views her happiness as worth more than her life.
  • Risei Kotomine- Her father-in-law. She's fond of Risei, who introduced her and Kirei to one another, and they get along well.

First Person: Musebox thread

Third Person:
Benedetta arrived barefoot and in a dress far too thin for winter. That made sense, seeing as until a few minutes ago it had been summertime and she had been bedridden from illness, and also dead. The alive-after-death thing wasn't what bothered her about the situation, though. She had always believed in an afterlife, after all. But if she had died, why was her body still marked with never-healing wounds?

She ignored the buildings highlighted on the train station's map—barely paid attention to the sign but for the words written there, her still-numb mind turning them over again and again. They didn't make half as much sense as she would have liked them to. But the cold was setting in, radiating up from her toes, so rather than dwelling on those cryptic words further, she turned and walked toward the nearby buildings.

She didn't stop at the clinic, despite her form being plainly peppered with bandages still. Instead, she walked directly to the cathedral she saw in the distance. She was drawn there almost instinctively—after all, what better place to go when her mind was troubled? When she pushed its doors open, her knees gave out beside the pew nearest to the entrance, and she didn't fight the urge to let her aching body collapse against it, drawing her legs up and huddling to warm herself.

Her dead limbs had no right to ache like this. Was she in purgatory, or was this hell itself...?

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