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Ari Mateya Sehkiri |
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"Make yourself at home, relax, enjoy your stay. You might be surprised by this, but I don't have company very often, and I love to have guests. Ah, yes, you are surprised. Why? Because of my good looks? My good body? My seemingly erotic personality? No, forget it.. I've heard all the reasons, and none of them appeal to me. You can sit there, on that couch; it's the most comfortable seat in the house. Good.. Thirsty? No? Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything.. Now, you're wondering if the rumors are true. No, no--it's quite all right; it's a question I haven't had the liberty to answer myself, since many of those arrogant fools who think they know everything answer it for me. Yes, to an extent, the rumors are true. If you look around you, you will see plenty of bones, some in the rough, others fashioned, shaped, molded if you will, into creatures and symbols.. Many of the creatures you won't recognize, for they're creatures of the Spirit world, not of this world...this, superficial, material plane we all exist in. Oh, yes--they're quite beautiful, aren't they? Even the monstrous, brutal looking ones are beautiful in their own right. But anyway, my life exists mainly in the Spirit world. No, no, not like your average five-dollar-a-minute hotline psychic--not like that at all. I'm real. I don't claim to see the future, or tell you where your dead dog's body is, or for that matter, tell you what your pets think of you; no, none of that. It is a gift of sorts, though not without its flaws, I suppose. How did it come? Well, take two people--one who is a strikingly beautiful woman with a gift for the unknown, a couple of extra figurative fingers, as it were, and a handsome male not without a couple of extra figurative fingers himself. Put them together one night on a cruise in the Carribean, give them love at first sight, a faulty condom, and boom--you get me: a blond-haired, deep green-eyed baby that seems to be way too aware of life for her own good. Both of my parents had a knack, you could say, for the Spirit world and the powers therein. They taught me a lot, and that is all I can really say on that matter. I like to keep people in the dark when it comes to my parents; you see, I am overly protective of them. You could say, they are the parents of their own parent, and be correct on a level. What can I do? Oh, how you would love to know. I am afraid I cannot speak of that, for if I tell you, I will have to kill you. Joking. Good ol' movie humor. Have I ever done any movies? No, certainly not. I'm not an actress, though not to say I'm not capable... I simply have no interest in it. As you know, of course, I've done my fair share of modeling--a woman's got to earn money somehow, so why not do something that will earn her a lot of money? No, the publicity never worried me. It wasn't until some Daily Trash photographers got some shots of the inside of my house and decided to make me out to be a witch doctor of some sort that I ever thought being known might create a problem. I like to let them think I'm witch doctor, however. Why? Well, clearly..because I think it's funny. What stories people will come up with to make a penny or two. It's sad, but I find I'm amused by the pathetic ways in which humans have chosen to manifest themselves. Oh, yes! I'm quite human--no doubts there. Just because I have abilities most humans do not, does not mean I am any less human. Hmm? Ah, sorry. Ask away. What was it like for me growing up... Hm, good question. No one's ever asked me that before. Well, I was always the "popular" one, I guess, although I mostly associated myself with the "outcasts" because I felt I related to them better. That went on my entire school life. I started my modeling career when I was 16, doing photo shoots for a concept artist who liked to make collages of females--young to old--and nature. He was really good.. I should show you some of his work. Ah, but your question. Anyway, I did that for a few years, and made good money that I used mainly for necessesities, and put the rest toward a car and a home--for when I moved out, of course. The modeling career only seemed to make me more popular; everybody wanted to be Ari's friend. Especially the girls--as if by being my friend they would somehow gain stardom or something. Pathetic. My only true friend, as I saw him, was a guy named Seth--one of the "outcasts" who saw me for me. He was the only one I told about my mage abilities. Yes--mage. That is what I am. Not a psychic, not a seer, not a witch--a mage. Oh, we exist. Humans are naive to think that magic is only a fairy tale. Vampires exist, too, my friend. Did you ever read the book by Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire? That was a true story, you know. No, I'm not kidding! I swear to you. You really must go visit Attone for a while--you'll have your eyes opened to a whole world of fantasy-become-reality. Oh, she knows about us, too, but who would read a book called Interview with the Mage? No one. Humans are fascinated by vampires, with the idea that they are nothing more than a food source--meat. But anyway--my childhood. Seth was my best friend, and he could have been more, I suppose, but he was murdered our Senior year in a drive-by shooting. I finished high school that year, Valedictorian, and shut myself away for a whole year after that, mourning his death. Not only that, though--I toned my abilities as well. I spent a lot of time in the Spirit world, communicating, learning, growing.. Yes, I spoke with Seth several times. It was actually he that talked me into going back to modeling. And so I did.. I did that for another 5-6 years before I decided I had enough money to last me two lifetimes, and I quit..bought this nice beach house away from everything, decorated it.. It's rather cozy, don't you think? I love it. So, my childhood wasn't as exciting as you thought it would be, huh? No, no...expectations can be the worst. I had a good childhood.. Loving, caring parents who taught me all I needed to know. Friends. A good school. Good teachers. Fed well, clothed well--dear spirits, I was spoiled. So you see, I was an average child, and I am an average person. I was just born with a third eye--an eye into the Spirit world, and the ability to do things out of the ordinary. Yes, of course.. You should be getting back now; after all, a spirit that spends too much time out of its realm can tear the precious veil between the live and the dead. Oh, I know.. You never really died. We never really die; our lives are just put on hold for a little while." |
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