A former slave trader although her current occupation is known...
|Age||Mid to late twenties|
What a name I have,
What a name I chose,
What I name that haunts me with irony.
Red was the blood that I caused to flow,
The tears were those I caused to rain,
Redain, Redrain, what's the difference?
Redain is not allowed a full name
Her horror was too great,
Her honour to low.
The name of pain.
Like the flower that was Fellicity,
For whom so much was sacrificed.
For such an ironic ending.
The protector of the innocent,
The slaver of the innocent,
The ironic name,
Of Caspier Redain.
The band of slavers who have haunted her life.
Her job, the finer things of life, her deceased friend Fellicity Scrumpkins, cats, people who think like her, self improvement.
People who don't understand her, people who are cruel to cats, people who try to stop her being who she is, people who are cleverer than her, people who are less clever than her....basically all people other than herself...
To avenge her friend Fellicity's death and to find her footsteps in the world now that she is dead.
"The irony is sickening..."
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