Diane Andrei Petagrule

By Naught Important

• March 11, 2013




Age: Forgot

Gender: Female

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: Though she looks somewhat like a pegasus pony, she isn't exactly one. Her entire body is made up of thick viens (That are about as wide as a garden hose) that have blood running constantly through them. She has three hearts located in her chest, and they all beat one after another. They not only keep the blood running through her body, but it also creates blood when she looses some. Blood is also running throughout her hair, as well.

Cutie Mark: Red wings and a drop of blood... what do you think it represents?

Personality: When she is around humans, she is a little stir crazy. When she is around ponies that she doesn't know, she is very shy. She is only shy because she doesn't want to scare them. She knows that somepony is going to be scared to death of her, so she tries to avoid letting her hobby pop up in a conversation.<br /><br />She was born on the night of a full moon, and is sort of insane because of it. She has a very morbid sense of humor. If a human explodes for no apparent reason, she bursts into laughter. Also, she loves to hear humans who think that they can beat her in a fight. No one can beat her in a fight.

Backstory: (Everything you read here happens on Human Earth)<br /><br />for the unfortunate soul of Diane Petagrule, both of her parents were murdered for defending her on the returning night after her birth. Two thieves broke into the once humble abode of the Petagrule family in search for what many thieves go for; money. The two of them thought they were out having their baby, of course, but they were a few seconds too late. The parents got home just before they arrived. With the father being the defensive man that he was, he tried to guard his wife and child so they could escape and call the police. While the father was shot dead, the call was sent. When the criminals realized what had been done, they quickly introduced the mother to her maker. The silenced guns did not wake the child up, however, so the criminals never noticed her. While they escaped with more than what they came for, they were certainly on the wanted list.<br /> While the scene was being examined, Diane was found lying where she was on that night. The investigator took note of this and informed an officer. The officer said that they should take her to the nearest orphanage, since he didn't expect any live evidence on the scene. An officer voluteered to drive the child to the Haven Orphanage, located a few miles away from there. Once they arrived, the procedure was somewhat difficult, since the officer wasn't the rightful owner of this child. At the end of the day, she was taken in. <br /> Diane grew up in the orphanage with a righteous mind; she always did as told and didn't retaliate to the guardian's words often. She seemed sort of ignorant at the time, and she took most of the nicer people as what most humans are. She forgot about her parents dying at the age of 6, and was lead to believe that she was born inisde of the orphanage. Caregivers Ray and Donnah McClurr acted as her parents. They tried to keep it this way, since her knowing that their real parents are dead can be sort of traumatizing for a child. Also, they couldn't take her to a school for orphans, since that would let her know that her supposed parents aren't actually her real parents. They had to take her to a school for the normal children to keep the illusion alive. There, she learned the basics of the english language, like any other child would. She recieved astonishingly high grades on most of her work, and had a bunch of friends. Everything was dandy in her life until she entered the intermediate grades. She was sent to a different school, so she lost most of her friends. At this new school, not too much seemed different. Everything was larger, though, and they were being taught much more advanced lessons. She scored well on those classes as well, without much doubt. There was one girl in particular that had a "unique" attitude, compared to the others. Eburndy Lavice was the bully of that school. She and another girl named Vivian, who seemed to only be friends with her so she wouldn't get bullied as much, acted like they owned the school. Mostly because Eburndy's father actually did own the school. She tried to break Diane's spirits by saying things that would usually pester other children, but Diane knew that most of what she said wasn't true.<br /> One night changed Diane' thoughts forever. Since she was given permission to be able to get whatever she needed whenever she felt like she needed it, she woke up just after midnight feeling parched. Her instincts told her to go down and get a glass of water, but overheard a conversation between her "parents" on the way passed their bedroom. They were talking about how it is hard to keep their little scheme going, since when she would find out, she would know that they were doing something that they told her not to do; lie. Then they mentioned traumatizing the child by breaking the truth that her parents were really dead. Once she heard this, she felt the urge to get their attention. "Mom...?" She uttered at the entrance of the door. They quickly realized what had to be done here, so they got out of bed to try and comfort her. She began to run back to her room, though, leaving a trail of tears behind her. Once she entered her own room, she jumped into her own bed and covered her face with her pillow. When her "parents" entered the room, they tried to keep her calm, but she began to yell about how they have been lying to her this entire time. She said that her entire life might be a lie at this point. She demanded to know who her real parents were. <br /> Even though it was the one thing they tried not to do, they had to tell her about her parents. There wasn't any way of avoiding it now. <br /> After all of the information was passed on, Diane had the worst mood she ever had so far in her life. She felt sad from her step parents keeping the truth from her and angry since two other people killed her parents. Following the words "Don't go to sleep angry, stay up and fight!" she went on an outrage against her pillow and stuffed pets to release her anger. She eventually fell asleep.<br /> The next day held another big turning point in her life. Despite losing a tooth when she went to school, she planned to pass one of her friends a note telling her about the situation she was now in. But, before she could deliver it, Eburny snatched it out of her hand and began to read it. She tried to withdraw her anger so she could tell one of the teachers, but she was caught out of the corner of Eburndy's eyes. Eburndy started to insult her to try and make her slow down, but she didn't stop. Then, she used the note to insult her parents by saying "Gee, it's a shame that your dumba*s parents died after you were born and not before." That pulled the last remaining nerve in Diane's system, and she halted in her tracks. She clenched her fist and began to tremble. Eburndy assumed she was going to cry about it, so she continued insulting her. Diane licked the bloody area of her lost tooth and finally broke out. She charged Eburndy to the locker and constantly pounded at her skull, like she did with her pillow the night before. It felt like there was this powerful force controling her body, since she could never work up enough strength to do this. She couldn't stop herself, and felt like she was watching a horror movie from her eyes. Blood was scattered over the metal locker door and around Eburndy's face, and there was only more to come. After about a minute of Diane pulverizing her, a teacher came over to break her off. She came back to her senses and viewed the blood bath she made. An ambulance was called to examine the damage dealt, while Diane was sent to the principal's office to recieve the largest punishment she may ever have. <br /> When word was given from the hospital, the entire school eventually heard that Eburndy had been killed. Her skull had cracked open, and every other part of her upper body was nearly broken. After that, everyone feared Diane. Even her friends were worried that she would take their life if they got too close. Without anyone to care for her, Diane was left alone. Eburndy's father demanded that she had to be taken out of his school for killing his daughter. One of the caregivers at the orphanage insisted that she had to be tested at an insane asylum, since she acted like a devil for the next few weeks. The tests showed that she was almost as insane as foretold, but it was still enough to have her be put alone in a cell.<br /> After grieving over everything she had done in the past week, the keeper of the asylum let Diane free. She wasn't sent back to the orphanage, though. She ran off before she could be taken back. She went off into the forest that surrounded the outside of the town, and found a woodcutter's shack. It was full of axes and carving knives. The woodcutter himself was on the other side of the shack, carving a small statue from a block of wood. With Diane's lust not fulfilled, she took one of the knives and attacked the woodcutter. When she noticed the bloody carving of what looked like the Prince, she remembered how her friends always dreamed of being with him. Her memories of them let Diane calm down for a few seconds. Then, they were interrupted by a voice coming from the right of her. It sounded like a woman coming to get what she ordered from the woodcutter, supposedly the wooden statue. Diane hid behind a tree, to make sure she wasn't going to be seen. When the woman saw the bloody body of the woodcutter, Diane charged at her and was able to kill her as well. After saying how great the thrill of murder felt to her, she turned over the woman's body. It was the body of the Queen. She killed the Queen. Diane jumped back with a gasp, and hoped and prayed that she didn't just kill the second most valuable person in the world. She felt like an outlaw. She knew that she would be hunted for what she just did. So, she took all the weapons she could from the shack and ran off with them, also bringing the statue.<br /> She didn't feel much sympathy for the people that she killed, which sort of suprised her. Most of the people she killed weren't people she knew or cared about, anyway. <br /> She eventually found a relatively large tile structure in her path. It had nothing in it exept for a few chairs and tables. She set down all of the tools in the middle of the hallway, and layed back on them to rest. She knew that she just made her life so much harder than she could have made it. She picked up the wooden statue and stared at it for a second, creating her own little fantasy where everything seemed perfect for her inside of her head. Before she knew it, she fell asleep. <br /> The next day was yet another change in her life. She saw a teenage boy scouting the woods for something with a giant net and a cleaver. He made each step carefully, like he was hunting. A roll of paper was in his back pocket. Diane assumed the paper was a Wanted poster made for her, which both frightened and exited her. She took an axe and a small knife to try and kill this person, so she could claim his weapons. When she snook up behind him, he stopped. Then, he threw the net in the completely wrong direction with a yell. He also recklessly threw the cleaver, and missed again. This was just easy pickings for Diane, which sort of annoyed her, since it was a boring victory. She took the boy's body, put it in the net, and slowly dragged it back inside the house. <br /> No one came near for that length of the day, and Diane kept getting hungrier and hungrier. The absence of food in her stomach was very painful. She gave up on all she believed in, cut off one of teen's fingers, and ate it. She was suprised; it tasted almost exactly like any other kind of meat she had eaten beforehand. She mindlessly devoured the rest of the hand and part of the arm. Even though she knew how disgusting it seems to eat one of your own kind, it didn't seem like there was anything wrong with it. <br /> Over the next month, Diane's bounty was increasing by the minute. She never had to practice her skills on a tree or anything, she just waited an hour or so for another person to kill. She thought of ways to paint the walls of her house with blood, and created wooden carvings of her own to play around with whenever she could.<br /> After a few years, a group of men visited her one night while she was sleeping. They didn't know about her murdering spree, though. They just came for... enjoyment, I guess you could say. The men saw her laying on the floor, sleeping helplessly. Each of them saw her as a target of their own. Without much warning, they took her outside for a massive raping session. Unforunately for Diane, she had to access to any kind of killing tool other than her fists, so it was difficult to threaten them. Also, she felt weak because of everything that they were doing to her. Once they felt finished, they fled into the woods. Diane could not accept their form of masichistic behavior, and stayed up each night worrying that if she fell asleep, it would happen to her again. The men came back the next night, and were met with the words "LETS SEE WHO GETS F*CKED NOW!"<br /> Even though they were dead, she still was worrying that someone could do anything to her while she was sleeping, so she never went to sleep for many nights after; guarding herself. <br /> Months after that, she was having a fairly slow day of visitors. But, one of the more unusual guests arrived in the afternoon. The man came unarmed, and with relatively good intentions. He entered the home at his own risk, with the wish to tame the beast rather than feed it. When he entered, Diane was in the small section of the house where her weapons were held. She was laying back on the wall, dozing off every few seconds. When the man went up to her and waved his hand in front of her face, he asked if she was awake. Just after, she came to her senses, and shot for one of the knives which was a little too far away for her to grasp. The man cautiously went over, picked up the knife, and gave it to her. Considering how strange this was, she hesitated to kill him. She got up, and pretended to thrust the knife in his direction. The man didn't react at all, like he was either brain-dead scum or just playing around with his fate. She asked him what he was doing here, and she was given a delighted reply. He introduced himself as "Drake" and had no plans of trying to capture her. He said that she must have a stressful life, considering half of the town is out for her head on a silver plate. Diane felt as if she was imagining it; she didn't think anyone would not actually want to kill her. Drake came closer to her and took her hands. He asked if he was interrupting any of her work, despite her not really having any. She really had no idea what to do at this point; her mind was not too funtional with regard to the state she was in. An awkward silence spawned between the two. Drake didn't really think that he would get this far in the plan, so he improvised and put his arms around her stomach. They stayed like this for a while, without any interruptions from the outside, like everyone was letting the two be together alone. <br /> After napping in his arms, Diane noticed the strange silence. She asked Drake if he and the townsfolk planned this. A slight blush came upon his face, and he replied with the forseen answer of "No."<br /> Drake lead Diane outside and sat her down under the nearest tree to the door. Diane really did not feel safe with him; she felt like it all was a trap. No one she could think of would ever want to make her happy. Who would want to care for someone who kills their people? She couldn't just lay back and relax, because she knows that she would be a sitting duck if she did so. <br /> Thinking of one of the most likely situations, she devised a counter plan. If, say, one of the townspeople took a gun to the area to snipe her out, she would sit on Drake's lap. That would make it so it would be nearly impossible to not kill them both. But, when she tried to follow her plan, Drake saw this in a completely different way. He speculated that his plan was working out more effectively than previously thought. Diane tried to huddle closer to Drake, making it harder to aim. She did realize how comfortable this was, and she wanted to just fall asleep like this, but it would have to give her life to do so. Every blink made it harder to stay awake. She felt her shirt being lifted off, and the reaping memories of the night she was raped came to her mind. She reacted instantly, and knocked Drake unconsious. She got up on her feet, and heard an explosion off in the distance. A bullet chipped the side of the tree that they were laying on. Diane knew exactly what to do at this point, so she went back inside to take the chainsaw she found from a lumberjack. She started it and put it off to the room adjacent to the weapon room. The sniper came in with a Sub-machine gun in his hands. Diane entered the room with the weapons, and took one of her newly sharpened axes. The sniper heard the sound of the chainsaw, and entered the room. To his suprise, there was nothing but the chainsaw there. Before he could do anything about it, Diane dashed into the room and decapitated him. <br /> She dragged Drake into a room where she hung a sawblade from a rope in the ceiling. She tied Drake to a wooden bed, and waited till he awoke. <br /> Once he did, Diane showed him the head of his little sniper friend. She told him that his plan was good, but not good enough. She said that lying isn't accepted in her world, and was going to give drake a kind of torture she found in a book; exept the man in the book was able to escape. She layed the head of the sniper next to Drake's and kicked the sawblade in a way that it was acting like a pendulum. It swung constantly over his stomach, and Diane lowered it a little each swing. It eventually skimmed over his flesh, giving a little more pain each time it passed over it. Drake's Screams and tears were like sweet little candies to Diane, and she relished every last bit of pain he had.