Thunderbird Crow, my Creepypasta OC the wings are just for show and I love this tbh
Diane Wolf is just a typical 16 teenage daughter with dangerous parents, her mother smokes and she works in a slaughter house as a worker, her father is alcoholic and runs a business like a mafia company, they only show their true selves and beats up their daughter even during she was just 5 years old, it continues on for years as she turned 16 to this day, after the long years of beating up their own daughter Diane turned pale all over, just when she was somehow ready for school that could thought to change her years growing up beaten and chained, school wasn't what Diane thought it would be... she ended up having many enemies and many bullies, day after day for 365 days a year...actually 2 years, she felt numb all over and was somehow getting used to the pain that everyone gave her.
Diane sneaked out one night and attended a goth club to speak out poetry, her own words turned against her about how she just wanted to kill anyone who caused her the pain and suffering for years to come, she made at least a few friends finally at the club, but enemies turned into an evil army that hated Diane and wanted her dead, as she kept on going to the goth club, one night... she was attacked once again during a thunderstorm, just in the rain every bully laughed at Diane like she is like a doll to be torn apart, she screamed loudly... the scream turned into a growl and she finally attacked her own attackers, she slaughtered every single bully that night, she took two knives from the bullies owned, slicing their necks, clawing out their eyes with her sharp nails, she ripped out their hearts with just her own hands and mouth, she stabs them at least like a hundred times at the cost of her own rage...Diane slowly started to laugh and once she was gone killing every last soul...she lost her own sanity... Diane tried to think of what she had done... she didn't even care. Diane stood on her knees and howled laughter on the thunderous night, the smell of blood almost smelled like strawberries or cherries.
As Diane got home on the night of the slaughtering her bullies, the rain grew heavier and washed away the blood on Diane's clothes, she came home completely wet and stares at her monstrous parents, they screamed at Diane for being late and for sneaking out of the house and tortured here once again, then she attacked her own parents and does the same exact thing the way Diane did to the bullies that had tortured her, once Diane got their hearts out after an hour of fighting, she kissed the hearts then crushed it with her own hands... Diane now travels the world to search for trouble... trouble... turned into a miracle... Diane came face to face with a creature that almost looks human but it was black all over, blood red eyes and sharp twisted nails and horns like she just met the devil, the devilish creature led her a hand after making a deal, "K̡̧̥͇̜̣͔̜̦̐̃̄́̈̾͊͆͐͜͝î̘̼̟̪̠͕̻̱̭̮́͐̈́͐̋̔̀̚͠l̢̲̯͍͔͓̮͇̭͖̈͋͗͂̽́̐̑͘͝l̡̻̬͖̟̩͓̼͚͒̋̏̅́̎̔̑̽͜͝ ̨̬͕̣̤͓̤͎͓̩̈̌̀̾͌̊̌̀̕̕f̖̝̖͕̦͖̜̝͈̫̎̾̈́̀͆́̈̈́̕͘o̺̟̼̺̞͙̘̗̺͂̈́̈́̌̏̾̾̐̓̎ͅr̢̺̫͇̥͎͚̦̦̟͛͒͌̂͂͌͌̈́̒̄ ̧̡̱̣̥̫̘̹̪͂̉͂̆̅̎͗̍͘͜͝m̨̩̪̖͉̟̜̤͍̃̋́͌̎̑̿̆͜͝͝e̜͕̺͕͔̝̖͙̬̲̐̑̃̓̌͛͋̏̚͠ ̛̳̤̺̜̪͚̥͚̦̾̎͌̃̄̃̓̿́ͅa̠̮̺͎̘̦̤̳͓̠͂̐̊̒̔́̐͒̋͋n̜̬͓̯̭͈̜͖̱͆͆̒͊̑̓̓͂͜͝͝d̢͎̟̭͎̥͕̙̗̞̍̾̔͒̎̑̔̀̚̕ ̪͉̩̻̜̠̦͍̩̍̾̋̐̋̀̇̃͝͝ͅI̠͍̱̫̙̘͖̫͓͖̎̐͊͗̆͋̒̃̄̌ ͉̤̻̤͈̣̫̺͎͑̌͒̇̓͆̋̚͘͠ͅw̨͔̰̰̠͕͙͚̣̾̃̑͋̈́́̽̆̍͜͝ǐ̢̨̺̗̪͙̮̖̫̔̈͌̇̉̃̓͘͠ͅl̢̛̛͖͈̠̣̤̣̪͔͓̆̆̓̍̈́͌͝͝l̨͔̗̻͔̲̠̬̥̿̌̒̈̈̀̄̋̏͊ͅ ̛̺̪̱̤̮͖̣͈̅́̓͐̉̆̾̚͜͝ͅb̡̰̟̜͈͖̪̬̙̫͒̃͊̿̏̃͋̈͑͠ȩ̰͖̣̮͕̲̙̺͔͑̇͛͐́͊̈́̀̈̒ ̼̱̫͚̟̰̱̝̹̟̊̇͌̾̋͑̀̓̚͝ȳ̧̗͓͙̺̗̟̻̉̐̏̄́̀̒͐̈́͜ͅo̱̣͈͖̣̭̗͕͈̭̿̓̉́̑̈́͗͂̋͘ü̡̬̹͉̲͖̩̜̮͉͆̈́̿̎̈́̾̈́̿͝'̪͉̫̺͖̦̝͉͇̪̊́̒̌̓͒̽̊̋̕ȓ̡͚̺͓̘͚̬̞̰͇̀̋͗̅̄́̑̔͘ȩ̜̘̼͙̻͇̜͈͋̄̅̆́̏̐̈́̚͜͝ ̛̪͙̲͎̻͍̼͈͎͔̃̊̎̍̑̿͂̚͝ţ̻̬̤͚̭̩̜͚͙͑̿͊̈́̂̉̈͑͐͠r͕͍̜̹͕͈̹̳͍̫̓̏̄͑̽́͋͑̌͝u͚͓͈̜̼̠͇̟͙̰̽̀̓̒̄̈́̃̐͊̃ę̠͇͍̖͎͕͍̹̟̓̈́̀̒̋̆̑̔̔͝ ̢̱͖̟̰͍̦̖͎̗̽̓̈́͑̀̈́̐͠͝͝f̖͕͚͔͉̪̯͉̀̆́̅̉̏́̄́̐͜͜à̲̙̥̳̳̟͈̩͐̓̉̂̒̎̉͐̓͜͜ṱ̛̗̘̟͚̰͙̖̪̰̑̏̅͑͆̎̂̏̕h̢̞͓̲͉̜̥̻̟̆̓̓̍͛̌͆͆̚̕͜e̢̢̫̼̞̬͖̣͖̲͛̃̓̐̔͆̓̆̂͠r̡̧̺̟͈̻̼͔̹͒͂͋̄̃̆́͂͛͠ͅ ̢̟͉͉̣͙̙̜̫̩́̐̈̑́̊͗̈́̈́̏ẁ̞̭̥͙̹̞̝̫̄̽̃̅͑͋̌̃̊͜͜į̹̪̥͕̝̱̜̀̽̐̓̀͑̉̊̌̚͜͜t̛̫̫͔͕͇̫̤̗̞͈̉̾̿͑̈́̃̑̈͝ḩ̡̧̫̭̙͉̗̩͉́̓̄̈̓̎̓̐̍̕ ̡̟̰̪̝͔͚̫̲͓́̋̃̈͛̇͊͘͘͝a̱̟̠̮̱͚̻̭͔̽̓͗͌͊́̂͊͘̕͜ ̖̰̖͈̼̱̣̣͇̭̒̓̈́̈́̇̾́͝͝͝p̨̧̻̖̟͍̲̠̘̈̓͒̈́̽̌̇̇́̚͜ȩ̛̞͍̮͉̣̝̱̪̥̔͋͑͆͗͋̅͗̚ȓ̨̢̦̺̱̜̼͍̠̈́̓̅̇͆̃́̀̚ͅf̡̣̳̜̫͙͔̙̤̙̐̓̉̅̈́͒̎͑͘̚e̠̹̭̦̹̱̗̹̳̱̓̐̆̎̈́̏͐́̉̃c͍̲̼͕̟̮̞͙̭̠̓̀̔͛̈́̃̄͌͘͝t̛̝̝̲̘͓͇̱͍͕̬̍̂̍̄͐̏͊̚͘ ̢̧̢̢̩̬͉̖̝̪̎͒̔̈͂̅̐̽̒̏f̞̠͍͚̞̹̱̼̥̪̉͗͗̅͗̎̉͌͝͝å̧̨̧̭͚̲͎̲̟̟̆͂͒̈́̈͑̀̾͊m̨̧̮͎͈̮̦̭̝̓̎̆͆͑̓͐̚͘͜͠i̧̬̹̺̠̮̰̤̥͙̒̊̆̈́͛̋̔̕̚͠l̡̡͓͉̭͕͉̬͑̾̇̌̆̀̾̃͊͘͜ͅy̧̺̗̻͉̳̻͈͙̅͂͆͑͌̀̎͂̋͝ͅ" Diane smiles without thought and took his hand.
"Ẁ̢̝̙̟͈̤͎͎̙̑͂̔́̒̉̋̓͝ͅe̲̺̦͇̦̫̘͔̖̭͌͋̅̊̈́̎̀̄̌̕l̖̫̦͕͖̗͚̭̦̩̅̓̽̽̀̒̇͐͘͝ç̟͖̜̲̲͓͎̙̹̽̀̽̄̎̍̽͗̕͝o̡̢̲̳͎̪͔̼̹̿̈́̈́̇̌͆̓̕͘͜͝ṃ̧̢̛̦͚͖͖̤̥̳̄̑̒̆̈͊͛͗͝e̤͖͕̫͈̞̬͇̤͕̒̓͛̀̈̇̇͌̈́͠ ̢̲͓̞̮͎̪̣̲̄̊̒̏͆̇̒̇̉̀͜ṱ̡̡̳̼͖̥͚̤͉̈́́̂̃̐̄̉̊̉̓ǫ͍̙̼̬͙̭̬͍̏͑̉̈̈́͋̍̓̈̈́͜ ̢͚̬͇͉̩̘̞̜̤̏̐́̎̈̎͋̆̚͝t̨̡͖͇̜̞͔̝̝̪͑̄̿̾̉͆̒̓̏̎h̬͕̮̟͍̜̘̪̗̲̔͛͊̆̽͒̎̚̚̚e͔̙̠̱̱͖̘͙̾͐̆́̉̔̔̋̓͑͜ͅ ̲̟̯̯͕̥̻͖̟̹͂̃̈͛̃̓̾̕̚͝f̹͉̘̣͎̰̙̳̤̭̀̔͂̑͐̈̾̾͋̚ä̧̛̙̠̜̙͓͖̝̤̭́͑̑̐̆̕̚̕͠m̟̺͓̞̤̘̪͎͈̳͂̌̓͐͂̎̄̕͠͝ī̢̨̼̩̮̗͖̝͓͖̽͒͂̓͐͑̃̑͝l̦̺̩͎̣̼̼̦̦͓͋́͒̆͑͒̄͗̕͝ý̯̠̮̖̱̗̙͙̗͔̈̐̈́́́̀̃̒͝.̧̨͕̱̰̲̼͈̳̮͑̀̾̎̈́͐̍͊̐̀"
Diane's weapons are: knives and her own hands.
Diane's personality is: protective, honest, non-trustful, serious, thoughtful, strong and challenger