Laylas Story
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Layla Desdemona
Species: Half Elf ~ Demi Goddess....
Age: 22
Description: She is a unassuming beauty. Unaware of her outer beauty, constentrating on mainly on the beauty of her inner being. She has long glossy Ebony silken tresses. Smouldering expressive pale violet thick lashed sultry eyes. She stands at 5'8 . and weighs around 125lbs.
Attire: She usually found in long gowns, of various shades and styles. Dressing as a Lady.
Personalitly: She is quick to speak her mind,...with a strong sense of Right and Wrong. She has a wry subtle sense of humor, and loves to laugh and make others laugh as well. She holds honor in her heart and fights to bring honor to those who carry none. She lives with constant battle within her of Light and Dark. Being a creature of both...usually able to maintain a balance of the two. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and family, being there for them when she is able. She has a kind heart and gentle way about her, holding herself with dignity, style and grace. Children always holding a special place in her heart, she goes out of her way for any child in need she comes across
Abilities: She has Empathic and Telepathic abilites, is is a Mage and Healer, she practices mostly elemental magic. SHe holds the powers of her fathers, Darkones, church. Mainly working with the souls of the good and honorable escorting them to their final rewards.
Weapons: She is not a fighter by chose but can and will if need be. She carries matching daggers, a gift from her dear friend GothVamp, they have the Desdemona name engraved on the blade and on the hilt Amethyst stones are embedded
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So, you have come to hear my story. Ok,
make yourself comfortable and i shall
share with you my tale.
In a
village, I would say 2-3 days journey
from Tyrans Cove, called ElvenAerie
their lived a kindly old elf King,
Akili, and his young bride, Mirabelle.
The marriage was one of arrangement,
than one of love. Mirabelle being
promised at a young age. Akili's first
wife passed to the otherworld while
given birth to his son. The child,
Erykthan, survived and grew under the
loveing care of a nanny.
Akili, was
lonely after his first wifes passing, he
could not see himself with anyother
woman. Until one day as we was walking
through the village. His gaze fell upon
a beautiful woman-child. The second he
saw her he knew his fate was held in her
small hands. He sought out her parents
and made the necessary arrangements, and
waited for her to come of age.
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Mirabelle,
was a gentle and wise soul. Her violet
eyes, soft and warm, her raven hair
flowing about her shoulders. She carried
herself with graceful movements. She
always was quick with a captivating
smile, and was friends with all in the
village, few unable to resist her
innocent charm and quick wit. Upon
meeting the King Akili, she saw a man
with a kind open face and bright smile.
Years of pain and sorrow behind his
golden brown eyes, seemingly melted as
their eyes met. She also saw her fate
lie within his eyes. Being a young girl
her heart carefree and full of romance.
She was saddened a bit by the knowledge
that her pre-arranged marriage would
lack the passion and fire, any youug
person seeks. Though she knew she would
grow to love Akili, it would be a love
made out of respect and friendship, of
deep caring.
A few months before the wedding was to
take place. Mirabelle was walking in the
woods gathering herbs for her family.
For the healing of the sick and hurt
from the village. She was humming
softly to herself and taking in the
wonderous beauty MotherEarth had to
offer. Praying and offering her silent
thanks to the Goddess for the gifts she
recieved. She happened to come to a
clearing, and heard a voice. a deep
voice, of a man. She crept quietly
closer and looked into the clearing.
She saw a man, a human knight, talking
quietly to himself. The knights horse
nickered softly as Mirabelle looked
through the trees. The knights head
snapped up his eyes immediately falling
upon her. Mirabelle froze fear gripping
her. She tried to run but her legs
became like leaden weights and would not
move. The knight smiled brightly to
her, standing slowly. His dark blue eyes
sparkling and friendly. Mirbelle felt
her heart begin to pound as the knight
walked slowly to her. Speaking softly.
Mirabella's belly turned to butterflys
as he approached. She felt her body
react seeming on its own. As passion and
desire she had never known washed over
her body. "I am Hidrlgo," he said
softly." And you M'Lady a most
beautiful" Before either of them
realized it they were in each others
arms, kissing passionately. Each driven
with the need for each other so intense,
so blindlingly fast it seemed almost as
though they were enchanted. They made
love amoung the leaves and trees of the
forest. When Mirabelle finally regained
her senses she was overwhelmed with
shame. She gathered her belongings and
fled into the woods. Never to see her
hanesome night again. Her secret sat in
the pit of her stomach like a stone. She
swore she would never tell a soul of her
betrayl. But a small part of her glowed.
She had known passion, and let it wrap
around her like a blanket.
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Not long after Mirabelle and Akili's
wedding, Mirabelle found she was
pregnant. She had known instantly the
father was not her husband. Her heart
grew heavy with despair. Akili was
pleased to hear of his new bride so
quickly being with child. Erykthan at
that time a boy of 10, grew jealous and
resentful of his new mother. Erykthans
heart seemed cold and distant even at
his young age and was a constent source
of aggrevation and sorrow for the King
and Queen. As the day appraoched for
Mirabelle to birth the child her belly
large and rounded. The lie she held in
her heart could no longer be held within
her. With tears in her eyes and pain in
her heart she told Akili of her Knight
and the day in the forest. Within the
shadows Erykthan lurked and listened
with a demented satisfaction to her
tale. For he knew now this bastard child
in her womb bore no claim to his throne
and his family. Akili, was broken
hearted, but lovingly forgave his wife.
He vowed to love and care for the child
as it were his own. Erykthan's eyes
grew dark and he slipped off to his
room, growling. He would not let a
halfling child contaminate the royal
family. He vowed that one day he would
remove the child.
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The day
came And Mirabelle went into labor. The
royal priests and clerics being called,
as Mirabelle layed screaming upon her
royal bed. Being a half human child
Layla was larger than elven children and
proved to big to be pushed out. the
priests and clerics informed the Queen
to save the child they would have to cut
her belly open. The procedure was
usually fatal for both mother and child.
But then at that point. It seemed
hopeless either would live anyway. With
her mind crazed in pain. Mirabelles only
thought was for the child. "Take it..."
she was able to moan as another
contraction ripped through her little
body. Akili waited anxiously in an
outer chamber, his faced lined with
worry and sorrow. A priest carried a
bundle to the King. " A girl M'Lord"
Akili looked to the priest. "And her
mother?" The priest lowered his eyes. "
She lost to much blood M'Lord and this
child took to much of her strength.
M'Lady lays within the arms of the
Goddess now" Akili looked down upon the
child. And saw his wife's eyes looking
back at him. With a sob, he instructed
the priest to name her Layla."dark
beauty" and to immediately put upon her
the crest of the family. The red dragon.
As the years past, Layla grew to
look more and more like her mother...her
father always seemed though loving and
supportive, distant. Her brother never
around her and she sensed a deep hatered
within him for her though she new not
why. She found solace in reading and
walking in the forest.
Erykthan,
grew power hungry and through his
jealousy and want for the throne.
Devised a plan for taking care of both
Layla and his father. One night while
his Father lay sleeping, he slit his
throat. Erykthan laughed as his father
looked to him one last time. Erykthan
then took the bloody dagger and went to
Layla's room. He laid the dagger in her
hands, as she slept.
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As the sun
rose the body of the King was
discovered. An alarm rang out through
the castle. Layla awoke, to guards
running through the halls. She turned
her head and saw the bloody dagger in
her hands. Confused she sat up, at the
same time Erykthan burst through her
chamber door. "There....there is the
murderer of the King." he shouted.
Layla's eyes widened as she throught the
dagger from her. Guards surrounded
her.."Whip her, and throw her in the
dungeon...she dies when the sun reaches
it highest point." Erykthan gave Layla a
wicked grin as he turned on his heel and
went to plan his coranation.
Layla
was dragged to the dungoen her mind
still trying to comprehend what was
happening to her. She was strapped to a
rack. Her nightclothes were ripped from
her back. Layla begged and plededed her
innocense of the crime. In return all
she heard was a wicked laugh, and a
gruff voice. " Tis a pity to tear open
such beautiful skin" Layla screamed as
the whip tore into her flesh, she felt
the whip, bite into her a twice more
before fainting.
She woke to a face
she did not know. She handed her a cloak
and pulled her through the dungon doors.
" Find GothVamp" the woman said as she
showed Layla to a secret passage. "Run
from here never to return" She handed
Layla a scroll and closed the secret
door behind Layla. Layla made her way
along the tunnel her wounds reopened by
her movements oozing blood down her
back. Each step was sheer agony and she
felt each one would be her last. She
made it to the end of the tunnel and
came out of it on the eastside of the
castle and as quickly as she could ran
into the woods.
Finally her intense agony could not be
bared anylonger and she collapsed. As
she slipped to unconsciousness her
thoughts turned to death and almost
welcomed it.
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Layla's
eyes fluttered open, a dull ache coming
from her back. She focused slowly
finding herself in a darkened room and
in a bed. She turned her head, having
caught a movement out of the corner of
her eye. Her gaze feel upon a man, his
soulful eyes watching her...."You are
safe my child, rest" His hand moved
over her face and she again feel asleep.
She later learned, the man was Gothvamp.
As she recovered with his magick and
kindness, they became friends. He
became her Mentor teaching her the art
of Magic. Sharing with her his wisdom
and guidence.
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TIME IN TYRAN:
Layla came to TyransCove a bit naive and innocent, a young woman with a strong sense of Honor. She joined joined the FreeSide a group of independents gathering sharing infomation and getting view points,..and eventually earned a seat on the main Governing body of Tyran,...The Supreme High Council. At the time this filled her with great joy and pride. She had thought being chosen to represent the independents was a great honor, and she always felt that way during her time with the SHC. Always trying to hold up the ideal behind the SHC.
Layla had ways of finding trouble. Mostly by stepping in when someone was wrongfully being attacked, or by makeing noise in the posts,.stating her opinions and ideas freely. But alas this leads to another story for another time.