Hilde Jäger is a young woman hailing from Trier, Germany. She flew to the States at age sixteen and has stayed ever since, now at the age of twenty-five. Hilde unintentionally became a cannibal in adolescence and has never shaken the habit. Her childhood was normal, if not a bit dull--up until the death of her mother, of course.

Hilde possesses naturally blood red hair--an apparent new mutation from the normal fiery ginger--and dark brown, almost black eyes with faded light red eye shadow. She sports a black leather jacket atop a loose, gold t-shirt with jeans and solid print boots, which she keeps a hunting knife stashed in.


While Hilde is a blatant sociopath, that doesn't mean she's antisocial. In fact, she rather enjoys going out, but you'll see that she tends to be a bit more reserved in larger crowds. She'll strike up small talk with any stranger she deems interesting enough to engage with. She is very frank, even when dealing in serious matters; she ran out of any ounce of care she ever had a long time ago. Even so, Hilde is still capable of maintaining a sense of humor and empathy.

Either socializing or on the sidelines, she is always keenly aware of her surroundings and pays close attention to detail. Not that she's obsessed, she just loves picking up on the little things; it helps make prey better to understand and catch.


Hilde was born and raised in Trier, Germany. Her childhood was decent; no abuse, no bullies, but no friends either. Her parents were wonderful. Her father, Hans, was a bit of a health nut and was almost always focused around exercising and eating properly. Luckily, he never forced his lifestyle on Hilde and her mother, yet he regularly warned them about eating carbs and fat foods and made sure they got enough proteins. When Hilde turned twelve, Hans disappeared. Astrid told Hilde Jäger simply left for the store. A full week later—after Hilde began growing more anxious—Astrid lied again, saying he had left for another woman. Hilde clearly didn't take this well. Dinner was served the same night, like normal. Hilde was in no mood to eat at the time, but even so, her mother persistently encouraged her to try. "Daddy would want you to eat" - Astrid Schleicher

Although still ill, she ate and fell in love with the meal. She asked her mother if they could have it more often. Astrid happily obliged. For the next three years, she continued to make the same meal every so often; a few times every week or so. Maybe even more.   One day, Astrid fell fatally ill and decided it was now or never. She then proceeded to tell Hilde, now age fifteen, about her double life as a cannibal; how she caught her victims, and how their meat varied in taste. She even confessed that she'd cooked up her father and fed him to her. She died soon after this.

The funeral was small and short. Hilde kept to herself. She still cried; if keeping an impassible face with a few tears trickled down your cheeks counted as crying. She naturally went back to eating normally. However, the craving for human flesh gnawed at her. She tried to ignore it, but her hunger was never satisfied without it. After sifting through the house, she found a stash of human meat in a large freezer in the garage her mother had most likely stocked up. She began incorporating it with her meals. Once it ran out, she began to go out and hunt people. She began with family. There was plenty of regret in doing so, but her body's yearning drove her through it. Eventually, she grew completely numb.

Hilde knew she couldn't remain in Germany forever. Her crimes were sloppy; amateur. She would be found in no time. A year later, now sixteen, she flew to the United States. Within the time beforehand, she spent most of her solitude working on her cunning and the obtainment of a fake ID. By some stroke of luck, she succeeded.

"Not all human meat tastes the same. It all varies. From their age, sex, diet, lifestyle, and how they take care of their body,"

her mother had told her. With that in mind, Hilde's primary thought was to "explore". She no longer felt for those around her. When she killed, she felt nothing. She still wasn't content with what she'd become, or what her mother had done to her, but even so, she learned not to care anymore.

Hilde eventually had a run in with Eyeless Jack, the two of them having sights set on the same prey. She now resides in the Slender Manor with the rest of the Pastas. Her biggest role is cooking for the rest of the psychos and socios.


  • She has exceptional culinary skills, which she regularly puts to good use, as she's responsible for keeping everyone in the manor fed.
  • She will only eat human meat cooked. Not doing so would be the equivalent of eating raw pork from a pig; unsanitary and risky.
  • She has an affinity for dogs and other canines and owns two bloodhounds herself; Alphonse and Stein, both male.
  • Hilde belongs to ItsAccurate
  • Seeing as Hilde's system has grown extremely reliant on human flesh, she can actually slowly begin to starve without it. When this happens, Hilde gradually becomes more aggressive and violent. Once it reaches a certain extent, she will go out and bite and tear into anyone in sight. When there's finally enough blood and flesh in her system, she'll start to calm down, but remain irritable until she actually eats.
  • Hilde puts thought into who she goes after; she avoids anyone with DNA transmittable diseases and anyone who has a name for themselves (essentially anyone who isn't homeless, a thug, or an undesirable of sorts). She tends to go after men more often, as they are more tender and woman are more fatty, and she will never lay a hand on a child.
  • She will use just about anything she can get her hands on in the time of attack. While she mostly uses her bare hands (neck snapping. Quick, clean, and quiet), her hunting knife proves very helpful when dealing with stubborn prey. If her blade happens to be inaccessible, just about any blunt or sharp instrument in the immediate vicinity is fair game.
  • Hilde has barely survived a direct lightening strike while roof hopping.  She'd tumbled off the same roof she was struck on and landed in the streets; thank the heavens she'd been struck on a single story building. She was discovered immediately and called in for treatment. She spent a good month or two in the hospital, a quarter of that time being treatment itself. As a result of this, she now suffers from horrible insomnia, a higher vulnerability to headaches, and a Lichtenberg figure across her back.

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