HAGUE, jean rené

[JEAN RENE HAGUE]

- - - - - - bury all your secrets in my skin - - - - - -
COME AWAY WITH INNOCENCE
- - - - - - and leave me with my sins - - - - - -

hague, jean rené



sardonic , laconic , independent , egotistical , ambivalent
naga , sixty-five , male , doctor , reena

- - - - - the air around me still feels like a cage - - - - -
AND LOVE IS JUST A CAMOUFLAGE
- - - - - - for what resembles rage again - - - - - -

My life. Why even bother about it? It is what it is. I was born to a small Naga clan, the sort of secretive folk that they are lived a life of isolation. My father was some sort of mercenary, but he didn't last long. I supposed he wasn't very good at it. My mother was very protective and doting over me, to the most controlling extent. In response I spent most of my time alone, reading novels or playing with swords. I liked to be alone. I had a lot of time to think and form my own opinions about life - opinions which my mother was shocked to hear. She tried to curb my ways. She would coerce me into playing with the others or to help her with the work, but I refused quite diligently. I hated being trapped with all the other boring Naga in our isolated fields - I wanted to see the world and breathe fresh air.

As soon as I was able to perfect my human transformation - I left. Of course, I always prefer my Naga form for some odd reason. Perhaps it's the image of power it evokes, or the way my spiny black tail is far more beautiful than stupid legs. But I had to disguise myself, even if my eyes still remained heinous green slits. I had a hard time at first. I came into towns with no notion of human customs and repeatedly landed in a good deal of trouble with the law. Needless to say, I didn't earn a respect for these senseless laws. But rather, I came to be better at avoiding them and not getting caught. Laws are such senseless things. Besides, I came to the notion upon observation of the people that I was superior to them anyhow. I was smarter, wittier, and more practical of thought. They were like lambs for slaughter, only meant to breed, die, and be eaten.

A wizard by the name of Ren Amadeus was one of the few who appreciated my philosophy. He took me under his wing - a practicing doctor and apothecary. I immediately loved the profession - it was as if I was god. We travelled for many years together so he could properly teach me his craft. He was a fine fellow - and I knew he found me quite attractive as well. We settled into a bit of a relationship one might say. Not that I really believed in love or anything like that, but the arrangement didn't bother me. In exchange for sexual favor and affection he gifted me with knowledge and prestige. That man would do just about anything for me. Of course, he was quite heartbroken when our relationship ended. I had grown infinitely bored of him and had outranked him as a doctor. He was old, feeble, and stuck in the ideals of romanticism while I had nimble hands, experimental ideals, and a much better sense of the world. I left him.

I devoted my life to traveling and healing. I'll heal anybody, whether you're a peasant or a prince. It's all the same to me. Of course I became brilliant with time, if I do say so myself. I can stitch up a wide range of problems. It never ceases to bore me, which is strange since everything else in this world has. I've only ran into Ren once, many years later. He was quite overcome with his emotions, and even tried to injure me. Ren was the first person I've ever killed outside of surgery. I feel he deserved it, as only I could end his miserable existence. The strangeness of it all isolates me further from humanity. I am a great opponent of the idea of love and how its lofty intentions came to destroy my teacher. Needless to say, my life is much the same now as I travel about practicing.

- - - - - - so if you love me let me go - - - - - -
AND RUN AWAY BEFORE I KNOW
- - - - - - my heart is just too dark to care - - - - - -

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