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Citrines

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    Lyra Regis
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    High elf

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  1. Gave it my best go! ————— Any night Lyra spent alone was a restless one. By herself, even now, all of these years later, intrusive thoughts crept into her mind. With each “good” action she tried to commit, one bad one would spring up in her head that she had done before, her own voice haunting her before she turned the lights out and all the way until morning. She wasn’t in any life-threatening danger anymore. Her life was safe and happy, and she was doing her best to make the right decisions every day. Yet the things she had done herself, and the things she had allowed other people to do would not leave her alone. Every time she learned one small way to better herself, all of the ways she had done the exact opposite in the past tugged and pulled at the cords inside of her chest until she had no choice but to get up and out of bed. This night was one of those. She had gotten a cup of tea, read over one of her favorite books on flora, scrunched her eyes shut: All of those helpful tips that both books and her friends had told her would supposedly help her get some shut-eye. Unfortunately, it simply would not come. Left alone with her own thoughts she rarely did; she had no idea how she got any sleep at all for the years it had just been herself every single night. A part of her didn’t want to fall asleep in the first place. She knew even once she was able to relax fully, the nightmares that plagued her in the night would eventually take her as they always did. Images of fire and blood and violins. The smell of cinder and smoke. Glinting steel and red eyes behind a pair of golden goggles. The air was too warm, and the walls too far away. Isolation even in the smallest of forms filled her with a restless energy that was only soothed by the presence of another... … And Ithrendas wouldn’t be home for awhile yet. But she was trying very hard to not think about that right now, so before the cold chills of dread could set in, bare feet kicked out from the covers as she stretched her arms up above her with a tired yawn. It would be no use to stay in bed by herself for the next few hours, and she wasn’t sure why she tried in the first place if she was being perfectly honest. The elfess exhaled softly as this typical swirling pattern brought her nowhere yet again, landing gently on the cool hardwood floor of their room in Llyria. Fetching the wood-and-silver flute atop her nightstand, she wandered out of the bedroom door and onto the small bridge which connected two towering homes. When Lyra was still a teenager living with her brother, both sleepless souls would pick up their instruments in the middle of night and play melodies for each other to help get the other back to sleep. If nothing else, it served as good practice for the times it had been impossible find rest. Even now when she played her flute, the soft and comforting noise of the keys of Rhyn’s piano flowed into her mind, the music a perfect distraction and hopeful method of causing her exhaustion to finally wear her into unconsciousness. So standing aloft the darkened city, the woman brought her trusty instrument up to her lips to begin a quiet and familiar song. The slow and tinkling tune of her flute played a simple string of notes which gave enough distraction to allow for more pleasant thoughts to drift into her mind. Seconds flowed by as she lost herself in the time-tried habit, but only after she had lost track of just how long it had been did she finally allow herself a small and easy smile. While she still didn’t sleep that night, the warm and light nostalgia filled her to the brim just enough for her to breathe properly again. Trying very hard to keep from thinking of the troubles she had with herself, and the worries she had for the present. Perhaps she’d sleep tomorrow.
  2. Really interesting direction you guys are going with this! Was a fun read, I enjoyed the lore and the overall aesthetic is super cool. Good job to everyone involved in the hard work of its creation.
  3. Citrines

    Silveress

    Born to a scholarly high elven father and a snow elven mother known for her skills in spearmanship against monsters and foes of the Mali’fenn, Silveress was born as the middle child in a nearby hamlet to the city of Fenn. Having been exiled from Haelunor for his impurity in having children with a snow elf, Silver's father named her after the great Silver City of Elcihi'thilln in remembrance of his heritage. The family of five lived out their lives in this small village until tragedy struck them in the form of a group of religious fanatics hoping to appease their Daemon god in the form of mortal sacrifice. Silveress, being only thirteen at the time of this happening, had gone out into the woods to collect fresh vegetables and herbs for her mother to make breakfast. Yet, before she knew it, the village had been engulfed in the bright red flames of a white-cloaked mage. The elves in the village melted by the dozens, most being unable to escape the sudden bursts flame in time to save themselves or even get their children to safety. Silver saw this happening from her distant perch far from the fire, foolishly forcing herself to run after the dastardly group who had done this to her home. This earned her a fireball to the face, the mage of the criminal party taking pity on the scrawny elf and only taking (the majority of) her vision and her memories from her through this burst, rather than her life. Passing out from the blast, Silver was awakened to find herself on the ship of a friendly dark elf, only known to her as “the cap’n!”. It was here on this pirate ship that she worked and grew up through her teenage years, this dark elf quickly becoming a fatherly figure in her eyes. Due to the unfortunate way that she had left her befallen family, most of her memories remained scattered, and she had to relearn both common and elvish, giving her the unseemly accent of the rest of the pirates on this ship. One day after setting port back near what used to be her hometown, she lost track of her crew, the ship she had been calling home for years having mysteriously disappeared for reasons unbeknownst to her. Silver now wanders the realm in her misguided youth, instead adopting the life of a street rat, liar, and thief along side many other terrible influences. She has an appearance of kindness and keeps a general upbeat and humorous demeanor, but despite this, she has thus far led a dishonorable life that she attempts to keep under wraps from those who she hopes to charm. There are many things about her past and life itself that she still does not know, but as she slowly regains her memories, she is only filled with a brighter, burning resolve to keep herself alive as the future awaits her. ((Some OOC notes to my application: Hi! I've been RPing as Silver for around three years now, and gave her a bit of a rework to try and best fit her into this server's lore ? I also totally realize that the "hometown burnt by fire" thing can be a little overused, but the RP that I did while figuring out her backstory was done with another player years ago, and I would like to respect the lore already RPed by instead making up for a rather tried origins with a more unique later life. I am open to suggestions if you have any, but I would like to try and stay as close to this if possible as I worry about core parts of her character being lost. Thanks for giving all of this a read!))
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