Fandom - Gynx and Catholic Character - Gynx Valentino
If the Catholic church believed in magic, Gynx wouldn’t have known, or really cared. She had gone to Catholic school from kindergarten to eighth grade, but over the course of those nine years, they had agreed that they wouldn’t acknowledge each other.
Because they had judged her by her name.
The children and their parents believed that her black hair and her name meant trouble: that she would jinx anybody who had anything to do with her. The Catholic church thought much along the same lines, in that her name was not a recognized Christian name and that the mere thought of baptizing somebody like her was paganism. They called her Clarence instead.
Some time in fourth grade, something else developed that seemed to prove these peoples’ discriminations. They noticed that when she looked in their eyes, she was looking right through them, and somehow she saw their souls.
As everybody now avoided her, she had plenty of time to think about this, and by the time she had reached high school she had decided that there was such a thing as magic in the world. Some higher power had given her an ability that some would see as witchcraft, but she believed was miraculous, and very, very solitary.
When she touched her first deck of tarot, she felt a sad connection, a loneliness and finality as she realized that these would be her tools. Her life would be magic and little else. What could she do other than that? People needed her magic to answer questions, to ease their minds, to put to rest grief or grudges. And she knew she had to do it, no matter how lonely or isolated she became.
Gynx & Magic
Character - Gynx Valentino
If the Catholic church believed in magic, Gynx wouldn’t have known, or really cared. She had gone to Catholic school from kindergarten to eighth grade, but over the course of those nine years, they had agreed that they wouldn’t acknowledge each other.
Because they had judged her by her name.
The children and their parents believed that her black hair and her name meant trouble: that she would jinx anybody who had anything to do with her. The Catholic church thought much along the same lines, in that her name was not a recognized Christian name and that the mere thought of baptizing somebody like her was paganism. They called her Clarence instead.
Some time in fourth grade, something else developed that seemed to prove these peoples’ discriminations. They noticed that when she looked in their eyes, she was looking right through them, and somehow she saw their souls.
As everybody now avoided her, she had plenty of time to think about this, and by the time she had reached high school she had decided that there was such a thing as magic in the world. Some higher power had given her an ability that some would see as witchcraft, but she believed was miraculous, and very, very solitary.
When she touched her first deck of tarot, she felt a sad connection, a loneliness and finality as she realized that these would be her tools. Her life would be magic and little else. What could she do other than that? People needed her magic to answer questions, to ease their minds, to put to rest grief or grudges. And she knew she had to do it, no matter how lonely or isolated she became.