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Mellyora Cynister's Profile
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...rising up, the night is done, and now the bright lights come
held back in my pitied world where everything's undone...Sarah McLachlan
Mellyora's Physical Profile
Height: 5' 6"Background:
Mellyora is a feisty little creature that by all rights should have had her
spirit broken long ago by the cruelties of the world in which she lived in.
With her family dead, captive or fighting on the front lines she hides herself
away from the heated evil eyes of those that follow the crown.
Mellyora was the only daughter born to Iorwen and Lithlorian. Her brothers were all older and now all have already gone off to prepare to fight in their king's wars, most already have come home in baskets. Mellyora is one of the loveliest of young women in the village with luscious curls that flows in silken waves to her delicate waist, ice blue eyes that can look deep into the soul and capture you no matter what lies within your heart. Captivating smiles grace soft full lips that innocently beg for kisses while her tongue speaks boldly and saucily like no other man.
Mellyora has gone her childhood and adolescence out of her king's gaze protected by the broad shoulders of her brothers from the lusty soldiers that haunted the villages throughout the day and night. She is an innocent, one of the few left in the village, left in the entire kingdom. When she was ten years old her village was attacked by her own people, men forced to kill their neighbors, their families under the kings demand, all for a few shillings and her kings pleasure. Her father was one of the few that had taken up arms to protect his wife and children, his home and hard earned money, only to pay a far higher price then a few shillings.
Her mother was taken from her dead fathers arms and kept in the king's pleasure houses for his soldier's pleasures. Though they had an official name Mellyora had always called them rape houses for that was what they where. When she was sixteen she tried to sneak into the rape house her mother was held in and aid her into escapeing. When she found her mother, the once vibrant woman was broken, depressed and near death with heartache.
Vowing to get her out they ran through the darken corridors and very nearly made it out but the fates were against them and her mother had been summoned, the soldier soon alerted the entire castle to her mothers disappearance, though she pulled and begged her mother to come with her, her mother had placed the necklace around her neck kissed her once and then disappeared back into the hell that was her life.
She
returned home defeated and heartbroken unable to sleep that night for the screams
of pain and fear that came to her minds ears as if she could actually hear her
mothers pain. It was not until the next morning that she learned her mother
had been thrown down a flight of stairs, her neck broken. She had prepared herself
for battle at the news and was determined on killing the king herself except
for the much stronger hands of her brothers who kept her contained until her
pain and grief lessoned and allowed her to think straight.
But now with her last brother gone off to war she is left to defend herself,
left almost helpless as she continues to hide from the wandering eyes and the
powerful hands of her king. But she is not entirely without means of protection,
her brother's quickly teaching her the art of the blade as soon as she was old
enough to hold one up. A master of the bow she can hit her target nearly five
hundred yards away.
close call there in the shadows
there's a fear in the dark
there's one out there
all those memories, pain and anger,
flood back one by one
they must be just around the bend, they always come
at night as I lay sleeping they come to me in herds
their lies remain, the dreams the same, it's only fleeting word
no one calls there in the shadows
there's no end to the dark
but there's one out there, no one but me
the hours pass so slowly, the life's slipping out of me
no way's the right way. Is there a way out for me?
my life's slipping out
rising up, the night is done, and now
the bright lights come
held back in my pitied world where everything's undone
a cold wind blows right through me, I'm made a hollow shell
there's nothing left, just ash remains, enrich the soil, no soil, no soil
close call there in the shadows
there's an end to the dark
cause there's someone out there
someone like me
the hours pass so slowly, the life's slipping out of me
no way's the right way, is there a way out for me?
the hours pass so slowly
the life's slipping out of me
is there a way out for me?
the hours pass so slowly
the life's slipping out of me
is there a way out for me?
there must be a way out for me
Sarah McLachlan "Out of the Shadows"