She can paint a lovely picture.
But…
This story has a twist.
Her paintbrush is a razor,
And her canvas is her wrist.
Witch
It was exactly what she was. She didn't have the ugly warts and a broom stick, no…she was much worse. A pretty face, framed by a halo of blonde hair. But don't be fooled for she had the perfect weapon, power over memories. Their all her puppets, whether she likes it, or not. She wonders why they put her in a room of bright white, when she deserves the darkness of black. One day when Axel was making his daily rounds, she voiced her question.
"Well princess, it's because the black room is already taken, but never go near there, got it memorized?"
After that whenever she tried to ask who'd be worse than her, he wouldn't have anything to do with the subject. So when Marluxia was out on a mission, Namine decided she would explore Castle Oblivion more. Castle Oblivion was a strange place, mostly all white with so many hall she thought she'd never be able to find her way back to her own room. As she looked down the hall she noticed a room that was completely black. Curiosity took over and she had to go investigate. Carefully she cracked open the door, just enough so she could peek in. The room didn't look any different from hers, but everything was black, nothing else. What made her the most nervous though was not that the room looked like hers, but the black chair sitting in the middle of the room. Just. Like. Hers.
"I know I'm fascinating but who'd of thought the manipulating memory witch would come to visit me?"