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| “ | My friend. . .she was murdered by a Zalgoid before I could make it un time. She was the one who I always looked up to. She always told me to stay strong and fight for my safety. She was kind-hearted. . .she always cared for everyone especially ruthless Zalgoids. I never knew why. And yet I never really wanted to know. Ever since she died, I never betrayed our promise. I always kept fighting for what was right. Yet I will never forgive these heartless monsters for her death. . .I swore to myself that I would avenge her no matter the cause. Death, Coma, or alive but injured. I will defeat them all one day. I just know it. | „ |
| ~ Slashing Sara |
Personal[]
Real Name: Sara Margaret Stelladale
Alias: Slashing Sara.
Meaning to Name: Unknown
Nickname(s): Missing Girl, Sara, Slashing Sara, Zalgoid Girl
Age: 30+
D.O.B: 12/24/1987
Birthplace: U.S
Language: English
Current Residence: Her Apartment
Gender: Female
Species/Race: Zalgoid
Status: Active
Alliance:
- None
Occupation: Swordsman
Combat[]
Weapon(s): A high-carbon steeled sword. The handle black with her with an easy firm grip. The handle of the sword light pink along with black marks like corruption on the edges.
Method of Killing:
- Decapitating her opponents.
- Poisoning them which kills them brutally when her blood, claws, or sword blade is injected with them.
- Using her Zalgoid Transformation which improves her combat skills.
Goal/Reason to Kill: Saving innocent lives
Personality[]
[C]Phrase: " Rot in hell where you rightfully belong. "
Theme Song(s):
Hobbie(s):
- Wine Tasting
- Training
- Taking care of her children
- Going to the gym
- Watching Ballet shows
- Training her Children
- Watching over the Creepypasta Children
- Applying make-up to make her look normal
Special Items: Her sword, A blue victorian like bow from her mother before passing, her mask that hides the burn marks.
Likes:
- Wine
- Her children
- Friends & Family
- Winter
- 80’s music
- Napping
- Shopping sometimes
Dislikes:
- People who smile in combat with her
- Her reflection
- The thought of her passed loved ones
- When the children misbehave/annoy her
- Being stressed out
- Zalgo
- Nightmares
Fear(s):
- Aphenphosmphobia: Fear of being touched
- Atelophobia: Fear of imperfection
- Atychiphobia: Fear of failure
- Autophobia: Fear of being alone
Personality:
- Envious
- Vengeful
- Alert
- Stubborn
- Insane
- Anger-Issued
- Grumpy
Bio[]
Backstory:[]
On the day, May 3rd 1996, A little girl was walking home from ballet class, in a neighborhood. As she was was skipping down the concrete trail, she arrived home, knocking on her door to find nobody had answered. Odd indeed, since Sara was usually met by any family member. Sara then twisted the knob, opening the door to find out that there was blood every where. Sara was then terrified, dropping her bag to run to the kitchen. Sara was then terrified, running to her family, shaking and yelling at them to wake up, until Sara started to hear, something. The Smoke Detector, she then wondered why it was going off, only to look over to see the oven was in flames. Then Sara was even more horrified, yet she couldn’t just leave her family there, she thought that they could be saved. . .that it wasn’t too late. Sara then took her mother’s corpse, started to drag it to the entrance. Due to her state of only being a 9 year old and her emotions, she was weak. Yet successful into what cause for the fire to spread even further, she then dragged her 6 year old brother’s corpse, which was a bit easy for her to be successful. Sara then had one more. . .her father. Sara then began to drag her father’s corpse. Yet the fire kept spreading, the smoke in Sara’s lungs was making her dizzy and faint, she kept trying and trying. . .but she had failed miserably. The smoke invaded her lungs. As she then fainted. Hitting the ground with a thud.
The sounds of a heart monitor was then heard. Sara was woken up in an agonizing pain all over her body. She had come to her senses to realize she was in the hospital. Sara was then greeted by nurses. Her memories then came back to her.
" Where is my family?! You were able to save them. . .right?! You guys are doctors. . .you should be able to save them! Right. . .?! "
The doctors then looked at Sara with awe and guilt.
" Miss Sara. . .I’m sorry to say this. . .but it was too late. . .they were already dead. . . "
The tears in Sara’s eyes then were set free, rolling down her face. Then starting to get violent, trying to escape her bed in search of her parents, but the nurses had to settle her back down, as she started yelling, grabbing, kicking, and screaming, having to then be tranquilized to sleep. 7pm at night, Sara was peaking out the door to her room, then looking out the room, mumbling about sending Sara to a psychiatric ward. Some were refusing to send her, others insisted. Sara was then struck with fear, She had the plan to escape then.
That exact night, Sara had successfully escaped the hospital. She had then ran into the forest from behind. After what felt like hours of walking and running, she had come across more people way older then her. Deciding to let them follow her, to a place where she can stay, and be protected, knowing that she may finally be cared for. While arriving, Sara was surprised to see how huge the camp was, cabins, fishing, training, a nurse’s office, a waterfall, a hot spring, etc. Sara, honestly, was very excited about staying here, it was now her new home.
On the day, March 9th, Sara was put on daily check ups and bandaged for her wounds, given meals every day, and was put on light training for her age, however, Sara had forced herself to do the difficult training. She had knew she was gonna get no where while doing light and easy training. She had yet to just push herself through, she wanted to avenge her family more then anything. Some were worried for her, others were proud, one was amused, the counselor. A man who had kept his eyes on Sara for a long time. Then one day inviting her to have lunch with him. Sara, having the little mind of a 9 year old, thought nothing wrong of it. Deciding to follow him, leading her into the Staff Only room, then taking her the basement. Yet once reaching the bottom of the basement, Sara had found decomposing corpses of children, yet turning to escape, she was then shoved down the stairs, the man grabbing her by the throat, ripping her dress off, chaining her to the wall to rape her. Strangling her to threaten her to not ever tell anyone. Or she would die.
Till the day, May 15th, Sara’s had enough of holding it in, it had been driving her insane, causing her own health to drain. She had then told the leader, while in tears from how scared she was. Yet once the leader had confessed to the counselor, he just complained, saying it was a nightmare. Until later that day of anger at 10pm of night, Sara was alone on the swing, tied to a high, sturdy tree. Until the counselor grabbed her hand, saying her was taking her to visit her family’s graves, Sara had yet to agree, she had no choice, of course, she feared him, deeply.
Walking into the forest in front of the man, Sara started to feel. . .off. . .like something bad was gonna happen. . .that was until she looked back. . .seeing the man holding an injection. Sara was then terrified, then started to scream and run away, the man chasing after her. Sara had been running for her dear life. . .after yet to loose everything she possibly had left. . .she still tried to live. Until she then tripped on a tree root, loosing her shoe in the process, she then tried to get her shoe back, she she was then grabbed by the throat, harshly pinned against a tree by the man, floating in the air to his height.
" NO! NO! NO NO NO!! NO!! NOO!! "
Sara had screamed desperately, kicking and trying to do everything she could to escape. Her cries and screams, eager to live. Until the man had brutally pierced the needle into her chest, injecting the liquid into her heart. Before dropping her to the ground, yet. . .she was still alive. As the cruel man he was, he then grabbed some rope, tying it around her neck, hanging her, leaving her to die by strangling. Before leaving, not even a single regret or second thought in his mind.
Eyes were then opened to see the world in grey and black. Nothing felt but pure anger and revenge, as Sara had woken up in the man’s house. But. . .nobody could see her. Not the wife or the daughter. Sara had then clenches her fists, before grabbing a nearby knife. Screams and sounds of blood gushing filled the house. As Sara’s spirit stood there. Blood everywhere in the kitchen as there laid the corpse of the wife and the daughter. Frightened by the screams, the man ran downstairs and the sight caught him in pure horror and fear. As the spirit of Sara looked at him, her eyes wide yet voided black a small white pupil, her jaw unhinged with a huge smile with bloody teeth. As the spirit then spoke.
" You. . .You were the one that did this to me. . . "
The man then started to back away, as he he felt like death was banging on his door.
" L-Listen Sara. . .I-. . .I swear. . .I didn’t mean to kill you. . .nor do anything to you. . .I-. . .I’m being honest. . . "
Sara’s spirit then tilted her head, clenching the knife that was covered in blood.
" You made sure I was dead. . .you made sure I wouldn’t tell anyone. All those threats and lies. . .YOU’RE NEVER SORRY!! "
The little girl’s spirit then grabbed the man by the throat. Pinning him against the ground as she started stabbing him over and over. Blood splattering everywhere. Once the little girl was satisfied she then let out a disoriented giggle, staring down at the corpse of the man.
" How does it feel. . .to have karma come it’s way. . .you deserved this. . .Every. Single. Bit. . . "
The little girl’s spirit then started giggling, yet. . .hearing a noise behind her as she turned around. Find a glowing white light in the middle of the living room. The light. . .it felt warm and brought a sense of peace. As the spirit then approached the light, reaching out to it, as it then glowed brighter.
Eyes were then opened once, the world seen as nothing but redness. Sara then began to crave flesh and blood of mortals. As she wandered the forest. . .her face and outfit covered in blood from devouring wild animals she found from how hungry she was. She walked and walked, until she found herself back at the camp. Rage. That’s what began to fill her. Before, hearing leaves crunch behind her, she then turned, as her pupils then changed into small sharp diamonds like a demon. Before. . .she saw her best friend, Emma. When she saw Sara, she then seemed horrified, yet. . .Sara barely recognized her from how bad her head hurt.
" Sara. . .what are you-?! What happened?! "
Emma spoke, as she then backed up, she was terrified. Backing away. Yet. . .she was then cut off by Sara dashing at her. Pinning her to the ground trying to bite her. Before Emma then held Sara back. Before knocking her out to stop her from causing any harm. Once Sara had woken up, she yet only still saw shades of red, waking up in what she remembered to be Emma’s house. She was now away from that camp. . .as she looked next to her. Seeing some meat and milk for her to satisfy her hungry. In which she did. It took her a minute to finish her food, before she stood back up. Walking to the kitchen as she placed her food away.
Years then, Sara was now in her 20’s. Being trained by her friends as she grew stronger and stronger each day. Her skills in combat and swordsmanship improving also. Yet. . .this really wasn’t the end of her days with loosing people.
Called on a mission, Sara was dashed to a scene that haunted her for weeks. Her own best friend. Let alone her mother. . .Emma. . .found dead by a fight with a cruel Zalgoid. Who then dashed off leaving Emma’s corpse there. Sara was trembling as she immediately ran over. Holding Emma into her arms.
" Emma. . .please. . .You’ll be okay. . .! Just wait for help. . . "
Yet. . .there was no response. . .Sara tried shaking her, talking to her. But nothing worked. . .Sara sat there for a few minutes. . .holding onto Emma’s corpse for dear life. Tears pouring down her face.
Years have passed and passed. Where Sara was now in her 30’s. Her journey to find Zalgo and end him still remaining. With the loss of multiple children she had adopted yet had also died. Where she was now standing. With 5 children that were still alive while living and an apartment. She promised herself to keep every citizen including her own children safe. While searching for that entity she longed for to end.
Relationships[]
Orientation: Straight
Relationship/Partner: None but has a crush on Jeff.
Family:
- [Unnamed] biological father
- [Unnamed] biological mother
- [Unnamed] Younger brother
- Maxine [Adoptive son]
- Annie [Adoptive daughter]
- Caroline [Adoptive daughter]
- Oscar [Adoptive son]
- Wender [Adoptive daughter]
Allies/Friends:
Emma [Friend at Camp]
[Unnamed Male] [Friend at Camp]
[Unnamed Female] [Friend at Camp]
Rivals/Enemies: Zalgo
Appearance[]
Hair: Dark (Brown)
Skin: Withered away, leaving only flesh like skin.
Eyes: Dark (Grey)
Height: 6’4
Weight: 125.8
Body Type: Top Hourglass
Outfit: A very light pink nightgown with long sleeves, white long socks, white long gloves, and blue flip flops with 2 extra ribbons to tie a bow on her ankles
Accessories: A navy blue victorian bow & a black mask with 2 white painted expressions being sadness and happiness.
Distinguishing Features: All skin being withered away, along with scars on her arms and legs from s£lf h@rm. Along with her body having visible muscle showing.
Physical Disorder(s):
- PTSD - Mental health disorder in which the person experiences episodes of stress due to traumatic events
- Intermittent Explosive Disorder - IED is a disorder in which the person is prone to explosive aggressive behavior than average
- Autism - A developmental disorder of variable severity that is characterized by difficulty in social interaction and communication and by restricted or repetitive patterns of thought and behavior.
- Insanity - The state of being seriously mentally ill; madness.
Abilities/Strengths:
- Claw Attacks - Ability to sharpen her nails into claws to attack.
- Poison Attacks - Ability to inject poison into her opponent/victim with her claws/sword..
- Transformation - Ability to transform into an awakened Zalgoid creature like form.
Weaknesses/Faults:
- Control, discipline, forethought, and restraint are extremely important
- Distance, mass, precision, etc. depend upon the knowledge, skill, and strength of the user and their power's natural limits
- Oxygen is needed as a comburent.
- The range may be limited
Stats[]
• Intelligence: 7
• Strength: 8
• Speed: 10
• Agility: 10
• Endurance: 7
• Stamina: 7
• Balance: 9
• Tolerance: 7
Facts/Trivia[]
- Sara does not work or support Slenderman. She just visits the mansion in her free time.
- Sara is anti-social.
- Sara has had multiple other children before her current children who are alive. However, they had passed.
- Sara mostly could care less about trauma in her opponent. Her trauma leads her to face no mercy from hatred.
- Sara DOES have a crush on Jeff. But she can act normal around him. And is not like a fangirl/simp.
- It’s extremely rare to see Sara wear different clothing then her usual clothing.
- Sara is a frog-blinker
- Sara likes watching ballet or Mystery/Detective like shows.
- Sara often has trouble showering due to her burned skin needing a specific temperature and shampoo/body wash.
- Sara is 37 currently.
- Sara wears a silver lip ring to the right of her bottom lip.
- Sara only applies to the Jeff Hodek version.
- Sara sometimes puts foundation over her burned skin to look like a normal girl with porcelain skin. However, it agonizes her.
- Her Birthday is December 24th.
- Creator - Siuyx!
- Editor/Template Designer - Black Bullet235
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