Cabot Hanazusaki, the one with the floaty robot thingy. [Finished and ready for approval]

The hole in the middle is the entire eye [For Ohka], as opposed to just most of it.

Small, cute, helpless. Three words to describe Cabot Yves Exkroll Hanazusaki as a child. Bullied and bullied, always made fun of. She looked so weird, they'd say, with her pink eyes, her cat ears, her semi fluffy tail, and even her name. 'Cabot'. Every single day there was something new to call her out on. She'd always come home from school sad, lonely, sometimes in tears. But, she'd always have her siblings to greet her.
They were her only real friends. They were the only ones she trusted.
She would see Sophia, her second youngest sister, come home sad, but she would say 'everything is fine'. Cabot, on the other hand, wasn't strong enough, wasn't brave enough to do that. She'd come home and baul her eyes out, and then some.
She wasn't the strong sibling, she wasn't the reliable sibling, she was the cry baby, and she knew God Damned well it was true.
But that was her as a child.
She grew older, and by the time high school rolled around, she had learned. She had adapted. She had evolved.
People would try to make fun of her, nit-picking every little detail, but she'd come right back around. Nobody bullied her, annoyed her, pestered her.
Nobody tried to befriend her either.
Apparently, Cabot was scary.
She had grown cold, heartless, practically incapable of a regular conversation.
She had to mock every single person, her body had become overflowed with sarcasm and smart remarks, and now she was spitting them all back out.

Cut forward to 5 years prior to the current time in Cabot's life.

One day, her eldest brother Koko left, and once more, Cabot cried.
Miho, her eldest sister, was sold.
Cabot cried.
Sophia left as well.
Cabot cried.
She cried, she cried, she cried.
The youngest of the bunch, and the last one left.
Cabot left too.

While Sophia was having her troubles, while Koko was locked away, Cabot lost any form of emotion.

Cut to a year later.

One night, Cabot, unsurprisingly, was attacked.
Somehow, she managed to disarm her attacker, whom was carrying a knife.
As you could probably imagine, it got messy
Very, messy.

By the end of it, Cabot was covered in this person's blood, her chest, arms, and a decent amount of her face looked like someone gave a toddler some red paint.
This was her life changing event, this was her turning point.
She laughed.
She laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
It was all just so funny to her now.
All of it.
"You look like you've had an incident with a juice box!"
Talking to the bloodied and battered corpse, Cabot laughed some more.
The body was in many, many pieces, and she made some insult about how he looked like he'd been through a cheese grater.

Later that night, after she had cleaned herself up and gone to sleep, her mind was filled with images.
Distorted, horrible images of what she had done.
She got about eight hours of sleep in the next week.

Cabot, albeit reluctantly, killed more.
Self defense turned into murder, sleep was a thing of the past, she rarely experienced it anymore anyways.

They began to bring new toys, as her mind described them.
Cabot would be shot multiple times, stabbed, punched, kicked, beaten, but thanks to her semblance, she tanked it all, she killed it all.
She became accustomed to the small pain after the usage of her semblance.

After so much pain, so much suffering, so much emotion she blocked out, something snapped.

Cut to now.

Cabot, put simply, had a breakdown.
Why? Just why was she doing this? What happened to the small, cute, helpless Cabot Yves Exkroll Hanazusaki?
All she was now was some mass murdering no good psychopath, near completely devoid of sadness, finding everything funny.
And now,
She couldn't go back.

She tried as hard as she could to revert back to her previous personality, only half succeeding.
Sure, she wasn't as psychopathic, but Cabot just couldn't get rid of it now.

Returning to Bellmuse, Cabot searched, in hope of finding a new life.
"Syne".
She saw this somewhere, and it rung in her head like a telephone that refused to stop.
Syne....
That didn't sound too bad, maybe she oughta try it.

And so try it she did.

Lilia was sitting in a chair, casually watching TV, when she heard a very distinct sound.
Buzz....
BuuuuzzzzzZZZzzzZzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzz
The sound grew louder, more apparent, more annoying....
It was a fly.
She spotted it, just in time for it to land on her nose.
She muffled a little growl as it crawled around, legs moving in a rhythmic beat.
She was going to kill it.
She stared intensely at the insect, slowly removing her hand from it's comfortable perch on the arm of her seat.
Raising it up, her eyes began to go crossed. Her face was trembling, succumbing to the tickle the fly gave her.
Finally, she struck. Her hand flying at her face.
Alas, it was to no avail. Her efforts were for naught.
What.
She had smacked herself directly in the face, and the fly, being a fly, and dodged it gracefully.
Lilia sighed. Once again the fly had won.
For now....
I would make it original, but it's 11:30 PM right now, so.... Yeah....