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Feb 18 2014, 08:53 PM
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Rushing and racing and running in circles. Moving so fast I’m forgetting my purpose. My head and my heart are colliding, chaotic. Try to appear like I’ve got it together. I’m falling apart. Save me. Somebody take my hand and lead me. Just show me how. Don’t let me live a lie. </div>
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There was a loveliness to the countryside of Urla that was unique and belonged only to her landscapes and scenery, yet Lyra found it to be unforgiving and wholly unsatisfactory. The winters were harsh and cold, and not at all like the cold of the ocean. It was lonesome on the mountain passes, and the gales that ripped the peaks were unlike the winds from her home. A strong wind upon the ocean was dangerous, yes, but she knew how to move with the storms. The ebb and flow of the weather was like a soothing lullaby to her. This land was strange and foreign to her.

She had been sent by her mistress to fetch supplies from the other kingdoms; certain places had rare herbs or ingredients that could only be found in their native land. Lyra was often sent to fetch them, an ample coin purse on her hip and an item list the length of her arm. Fortunately for her, the sheer number of ingredients might be many, but their quantities were manageable. On this particular journey, she wouldn’t even need a horse to help with the load. She traveled on foot, needing no escort or weapons to speak of. Her voice was her weapon. An emerald green cloak wrapped around her body, shielding her from the last tinge of cold that still lingered in the air.

She kept to the path, eager to get home with her purchased items and back to the sea. As she walked, she sang a haunting melody that filled the air around her. These were the times when she could sing for no one but herself. There was no agenda, no heart to sway. There was only her and the world to enjoy the melody that issued from her lips.

“Well met, well met, said an old true love.
Well met, well met, said he.
I just returned from the salt, salt sea.
And it's all for the love of thee.
Come in, come in, my own true love
And have a seat by me.
It's been three-fourths of a long, long year
Since together we have been.”

It was a shanty she had learned from a sailor long ago, and it had stayed with her ever since. It reminded her of her own tragic fate, how what so many foolishly believed to be love brought them to ruin. It was the only song she had never shared with another person. In it was a bit of her soul. In it was the girl she used to be. The song carried on, and she drifted from verse to verse until she reached the final lines of the song and her voice forlornly faded into the silence.

“A curse, a curse to the sailor she cried,
A curse, a curse she swore.
You robbed me of my darling little babe
That I shall never see no more.
They had not been on the ship three weeks,
I'm sure it was not four.
When there came a leak in the bottom of the ship
And sank them for to rise no more.”

It was funny how she had always longed to see the world, but now it had lost its allure. Seeing the world was bittersweet when one had no freedom to go with it. She might like to travel if she wasn’t subject to the will of someone else. If she deviated from a mission or tried to escape, the witch would know and punish her. She knew this to be true from painful experience. It was late afternoon, and Lyra knew that she would only be able to travel a bit more before night fell. She had heard of a small village that overlooked the lake; perhaps she could lodge there for the night. She drew her cloak tighter around her slight form and trudged onward. Spring had come and the snow had all but melted, yet it was still cold and unfriendly to her. Anymore, everything was cold and unfriendly.
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Rushing and racing and running in circles. Moving so fast I’m forgetting my purpose. My head and my heart are colliding, chaotic. Try to appear like I’ve got it together. I’m falling apart. Save me. Somebody take my hand and lead me. Just show me how. Don’t let me live a lie.



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Hell. The punishment for sinners- those who chose to ignore their place in the world and step out of line with the grand design. Those who tested and pushed and prodded at the boundaries until enough was enough and the world ended. Those who made deals with the devil to have what they should not desire. Those who coveted what was never rightfully theirs, and in turn lost everything. The place where freedom was lost, and any sense of self or ‘control’ was but a fading memory. The place where the soul goes to die.

This place, this utopian scene, looked nothing like hell. It was serene and peaceful, the salt sea air briny and sharp to the lungs yet sweet with the promise of freedom and adventure. There was the slightest breeze, which carried on its breath the sound of gulls and the waves that lapped lazily at the shoreline. The sky was a brilliant azure, and the blue-green sea rose up to the horizon. The two kissed, melding with one another as lovers and equals. Both were beautiful but deceptive in their peaceful appearance. At any moment, the skies might bring gale winds and rain to churn the ocean and swallow ships. Indeed, the two were like lovers, one in purpose yet volatile and capable of dangerous passions and violence.

There, in the midst of the beauty, stood a woman on the shoreline. She wore a simple white linen dress, the sheer fabric outlining the curves of her figure in a sensual yet understated way. As the breeze occasionally caught the delicate fabric and the light caught it just right, one might see just a hint more of her silhouette. It was just enough to tease, to tempt a desirous heart to take just one more look. Just a bit closer. A small touch here. A fleeting brush of the lips. A night of passions aflame. A life destroyed in shame, all because of a deceptive piece of fabric.

She stood at the very edge of the water, her bare feet covered in a thin layer of sand, the grit abrasive yet somehow comforting on her delicate skin. The breeze caught a strand of hair here and tossed it about before letting it rest and toying with another of the thick tresses. This dance went on and she blinked as the smallest bit of sand hit her eye. She blinked it away, grimacing slightly, but it was gone as soon as it came. She folded her arms in front of her alabaster chest and gave the slightest shiver, though it was not from cold. It was the feeling that someone had spotted her, was watching her from a distance. Had she caught his attention?

To the woman in the white dress, this was hell. Like Icarus, she had flown too close to the sun and crashed in flames. She had coveted a prince who would never be hers, and here she stood today. She was nothing more than a temptress who sold her body for secrets. Her shame was greater than that of those she preyed on, for not once did she willingly play with their hearts. Once a pure creature with a snow-white conscious, she was now a mere pawn in this corrupt game those more powerful than she had chosen to play. She had been sent by her mistress to the surface to entrap someone new. The Sea Witch had received news that he was in their kingdom and that he was close by. Deciding to send her favorite little pet to welcome him, the Witch had given Lyra her instructions and sent her on her way. She was told where to go and the man’s name, but that was it. She had never heard of this stranger, so a name meant nothing to her. She was simply to intercept him and do as she did to all men. She would set alight his passions and then let the blaze bring him to ruin. This man- Morpheus, was it?- was to be pitied above all men in the kingdom on this day. Or so it would seem.

In reality, it was she who should be pitied. This Morpheus fellow would be free of her charms once she was through with him. She, on the other hand would continue to pay the punishment for her sins for all eternity. She would continue to live in hell.
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<div id="mrm"> <div id="mright">LYRA :: SIREN, LEGEND
<p><b>Friends:</b>Unknown<br />
<b>Lovers:</b> Unknown<br />
<b>Enemies:</b> Sea Witch</p>
<p>Lyra, otherwise known and the Little Mermaid, is no longer a Mermaid. She is now a Siren under the servitude of the Sea Witch who tricked her. She is used as a spy to seduce important men and women and learn their secrets, feeding them to her mistress afterward. She is currently friendless; being under the witch's thumb cuts down on her social time significantly. Lovers? Many, many lovers. Love? Not so much. She's jaded and doesn't trust easily, especially men. The concept of romantic love is something that she scoffs at, which is quite a change from how she used to be. As for enemies, any man whose reputation she's ruined with an affair would fit under this category. She may not be a willing participant in her indiscretions, but she commits these actions, nevertheless. Any sort of wicked plot is welcome for Lyra, really. Have fun with the plotting!




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Feb 17 2014, 03:00 PM
Lyra
i know this isn't what i wanted, i never thought it'd come this far ....


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JUST THINKING BACK TO WHERE WE STARTED
and how we lost all that we are and how we lost all that we are and
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well hey there! um, what's your name again?
They call me Lyra, although I had another name once, long ago. That name is so far gone that not even I remember it. The name Lyra was given to me by the Sea Witch, who has ownership of me.

oh cool! and how old did you say you were?
In this world, age and time are a concept afforded those who can control their own destiny. I do as I'm told when I'm told, and age doesn't mean anything to me. I suppose if you were going to guess my age based on appearance, you might suppose I'm in my twenties. I'm much older, but my Mistress likes me to look young; you catch more men with youth and beauty than you do anything else.

awesome. and how do you like your family?
My family? I love them with all my heart, but I haven't seen them in many, many years. I would imagine they're still alive, considering Merfolk are immortal. The ocean is a dangerous place, though, and Merfolk in their curiosity can easily meet an unfortunate end. I do pray my family is still alive and well. I was always a bit of a daddy's girl, and I miss my father most of all. My grandmother and sisters are wonderful, but my father was always my strength. I do wish he was here with me now, but they all think I'm dead, I'm sure.

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WE WERE YOUNG AND TIMES WERE EASY
but i could see it's not the same but i could see it's not the same but
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what do you like to do in your free time?
I don't really have free time... I suppose I'd like to see more of what the twelve kingdoms have to offer. I don't get to see much, other than the walls of whatever bedroom is currently my bower. I've seen more men than I care to admit; a few women, too. I've not done anything that I want to do, though.

and what else do you really, really like?
I like dancing. It's one of the things I miss most, and while the Sea Witch sends me ashore often, I never get to dance. I remember what it was like to dance with a man I loved, his hand gently enfolding mine as his other hand rested ever so gently on the small of my back. His eyes were like pools of infinity, beckoning me to give my everything just for the smallest smile... And that smile! Oh, his smile was like seeing the sun for the first time, brilliant and beautiful and excruciatingly painful. I should like to see it again, but that just isn't possible, now is it?

I also like pearls. Shiny things spark my fancy, and little bobbles that others might find useless. I might not be a Mermaid any longer, but the Mermaid's nature still lingers in my heart. I do love to sing, which is a bit of my Mermaid nature and my new identity as a Siren. I believe music has so many possibility. It can sooth and comfort, inspire, and seduce all with a few simple notes. Unfortunately, my song is only for seduction. Perhaps someday I'll be able to sing because I want not and not to bring some poor man ruin.


okay yea. so then tell me, what you hate?
Well, the Sea Witch would most certainly top that list, wouldn't you think? I hate being chained. I was born to be free, to choose my path and roam free. To be a slave to anyone is repulsive to me. I dislike most of the men I share my bed with. I used to pity them all, but many I came to despise because over time I discovered that I didn't even need my song to seduce them. One look at my curves and my beauty, and they practically jumped into bed with me. They are weak-minded and unfaithful, giving up their secrets and integrity without a second thought. I know I'm jaded, but anymore I don't care. I've numbed myself to the affections of men, and find most to be a disgusting sort of creature.

i understand. now what are you really like?
I used to be a dreamer, full of optimism and hope. I was so full of love that I gave everything up for the chance to rest in his arms just once. It was a gamble that I lost, and because of this I lost everything I was. I've been disillusioned, shown the brutal realities of the world and its corrupt inhabitants. I'm not sure what I believe anymore, but I'm certain I no longer believe in love. To me, love and lust are no different from one another. People give up everything for both; their hopes, dreams, reputation, family- all can be lost because of these ugly desires. I used to believe that love would save me, but that childish thought has only brought pain. Lust? It's just a tool to be used for wicked ends. Women give in to lust to obtain love, and men give love to fulfill their lusts. There is no righteousness in such desires, only corruption and heartbreak.

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STANDING HERE BUT YOU DON'T SEE ME
i'd give it all for that to change i'd give it all for that to change i'd give
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can you give me a little recap of your history?
My father is the Mer-king, ruler of our people and a good man. He and my mother had five daughters before me. I loved them so much that now my heart hurts to think of them. Each of my sisters is unique and breathtakingly beautiful, as all Mer-folk are. Those tales of Mermaids luring sailors to their deaths hold much truth, for a Mermaid's beauty could cause a man to follow her to hell if she asked. I never found any attraction to that sort of mischief, being more interested in what humans were like. What was the surface like? What might it be like to have a conversation with one of those sailors I heard so much about, or even to live with the humans? I loved the sea and my family, but my curious nature lured me to find out what was in the world above.

When I turned fifteen and came of age, I ventured to the surface to quench my curiosity. I came upon a ship and observed the sailors on board. There was a man there, a prince. As I watched him interact with the other humans, I fell in love with him. He was so kind and full of life. He was strong, brave, and had a wonderful sense of humor that had me struggling to muffle my laughter from my hiding place. As far as I was concerned, he was wonderful. When a storm hit and the ship went down, I rescued him and took him ashore. He never saw me, for I retreated before he could wake up and find a Mermaid had saved him. I didn't want to frighten him.

I tried to forget my prince, but I couldn't push him out of my head. Finally, I went to the Sea Witch and begged for a solution to my problem. In my naivety, I had no idea that this simple request would doom me. In exchange for my tongue, she gave me a potion that would transform my fin into legs, and I would be able to dance like no human alive. She warned that it would feel like I was walking on knives, but I knew it was worth it. I had to be with my prince. I drank the potion and became human, little knowing that there was a part of the bargain that the Sea Witch knew would work to her advantage. If I could not earn the prince's love, I would become the Sea Witch's slave until I did find true love.

When I became human, I met my prince and for a time was almost unbearably happy. He took me in, pitying my muteness and favoring my beauty. He took me to court, and he and the rest of the people especially loved to see me dance. I fell more and more in love with him, but I soon came to realize that he loved me as a brother loves a sister. He would never love a mute girl as his queen, and for this I despaired. Soon, his engagement to another woman was announced. He loved this woman, and it broke my heart to see them together. Not only was I losing the man I loved, but I was losing my life and my freedom.

My sisters, in an attempt to save me, sold their hair to the Sea Witch in exchange for an enchanted knife. If I slayed my prince and sprinkled his blood on my legs, I would turn back into a Mermaid and be free of my first bargain. Try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to kill him; my love for him was too strong. Despairing of my fate, I threw myself into the sea in the hopes that I would die rather than be enslaved to the Sea Witch. Before the last of my life ebbed from my body, however, she found me. She turned me into a Siren; the better to do her bidding with. I was gifted with the ability to walk on land at will, and was given back my tongue so that I might better serve my purpose for her. I now spy for her against nobles and kings, seducing them into my bed and tricking them into revealing their secrets. I take their secrets back to her, and she in turn reports them to someone darker and more dangerous than herself, although I do not know who this being is. I am just a small cog in a much larger machine, and there seems to be no end in sight for me.


aw man. and let me in. got any dirty secrets?
I have no dirty secret of my own. I'm every husband's mistress, that one night stand you hope your lover never finds out about. I give pleasure and then subtly learn all of your useful secrets. In exchange, I bring ruin and shame. Sweetheart, I am the dirty secret.

mm juicy. well that's all for now! see you later?
"It's the grandest illusion
A sympathetic liar
The damnedest delusion
Our heart's desire
A poet's disease."


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FLOODED WITH ALL THIS PAIN KNOWING
that i'll never hold her like i did before the storm i'll never hold her
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the name is Amy. and i'm Twenty-Five years old. i've been
roleplaying for 12
of those years. and i also play Gerda Anette Lente
here. and if you could even this whole thing out, that'd be great.


and this whole thing was created entirely by cakes from caution
she'll keeeel you if you steal this cause it took her ages to make. the
lyrics came from the lovely jonas brothers and their song before the
storm
, featuring miley cyrus.



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