Spookyforhire

I'm an old creature of sorts, who sometimes wants to snack some sense into humanity...I enjoy very few things, expressing my emotions in artwork being 1 of those few things. I was born in a small town about 279 years ago on July 1st 1717. My life began in what's now known as Black Hawk, Colorado. My mother and father abandoned me when I was born, leaving me to be taken care of by a friend of there's, who is now my very best friend. When I was three I was diagnosed with leukemia, and there was no sign of survival. Somehow I had survived for 17 years, with no idea that a woman named Rachael had been keeping me alive. By the time my 18th birthday came around, I was so incredibly weak that I could hardly move my eyes. But Rachael appeared to me asking if I wanted to live. Of course I said yes, but you don't need to know the details, all you need to know is that I'm alive, yet I died on July 1st 1735. My name is Xanaida Olvochek and I am 297 years old. :3