Lye;

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General Character Information

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Character Name; Lye Demchester

Character Age; Seventeen

Character Gender; Female

Character Race; Human

[However, due to her tiny size there are several in her old world of Blackpine whom believed that the child was adored with that of fae blood as well. This is unknown to be true, and it could not be most likely, nonetheless, the name and dare say lineage of fae might float around Lye.]

Character Position; [Neutral.]

Character Personality;

Lye’s personality sometimes seems to be just a series of confusing contradictions. She is bold but somewhat quiet, serious but witty, tough but sensitive, confident but humble, rough but gentle.

Growing up with three older brothers, she learned to be assertive, and if need be, aggressive, in getting what she wanted - otherwise, she would be forgotten and left to fend for herself. Lye has no problem with speaking her mind, even if she knows that others around her may not agree with what she thinks - sometimes she may even blurt out her opinion accidentally, which causes her no end of embarrassment. But she is quiet by nature, preferring to enjoy peaceful silence rather than clutter up the air with noisy words, and so is sometimes mistakenly perceived as shy, when really she just prefers to listen rather than speak.

Lye can be very sober and serious, especially when she is trying to hide her true feelings - she may often appear grim and unsmiling, even if she is feeling nervous or angry. This is her way of dealing with unwanted emotions; kind of like shutting them away in a box with a big padlock on it. Lye’s face is nearly always calm and composed, almost as if she has veiled it from the world with a carefully constructed mask of emotionless indifference. And yet she has a sense of humor, too, relying heavily on sarcasm - she doesn’t usually joke around, instead just slipping in a witty comment every once and a while, almost as if she feels the need to spice up the conversation a little bit. However, sometimes her remarks can be somewhat hurtful or offensive, even if she doesn’t mean them to be.

This young one actually owes a lot of her personality to her three brothers. As the saying goes, boys will be boys, and so she often got caught in the middle of one of their many fights and acquired many bruises, cuts, and scrapes before she could finally drag herself out from the brawl. They also teased her a lot, causing her to cry, until her father finally explained that they were only playing and that she shouldn’t take what they said to heart - instead, she should just smile and shrug it off, or simply ignore them altogether. Lye took Gideon’s advice, and so she soon became immune to their mockery - she even began to tease them back when they annoyed her and wouldn’t leave her alone. And so Lye’s brothers helped her to become both physically and mentally tough, much as a vaccine will help the immune system prepare for the actual disease. But she had no sisters to prepare her for the more subtle teasing of the female species, and so Lye wasn’t able to defend herself against the cruel rumors that were spread about her when the villagers realized what a complete tomboy she was. Now Lye is a little more prepared for nasty rumors, but she is still sensitive about what others say about her behind her back - she would rather they say it to her face.

Ever since she was just a little adventurous toddler, Lye has radiated confidence. Some mistake it for vanity or arrogance, but in reality she is just sure of herself and her abilities - she knows her faults, but she also knows what she’s good at. She holds her head high and stares everyone straight in the eye, instead of bowing her head in shame. And with Lye’s confidence comes determination - unwavering and firm, she could be compared to the tortoise from the tale about the tortoise and the hare. She’s slow, but she always gets the job done in the end by working steadily and never stopping. Lye takes great care with her decisions, but after she has made up her mind she never backs down or changes her mind. But though she is confident, she is also humble - she never brags about her accomplishments or tries to take credit for another’s work. And when she is praised or complimented, Lye is modest and quietly accepts the praise with a smile and a blush.

Lye is also a bit rough around the edges. She speaks with a certain gruffness - she’s not one to ramble on and on about a single subject. But even though Lye is somewhat brusque, she’s not threatening in the least. She may appear intimidating and hostile, but in reality she is actually quite gentle and even kind once you take the time to talk to her.

Lye is usually very honest - sometimes brutally so. She tries to tell the truth most of the time (she can’t always manage this, of course). But she also is honest out of respect for those around her, and expects to be given the same courtesy. However, even this noble calling can backfire - sometimes Lye may say something that has the potential to hurt another’s feelings, even if it is the truth.

Rather like a goat or mule, Lye is extremely stubborn, refusing to bend to the wishes of others and sticking to her own path - even if it means she has to plow through a previously unexplored area. She relishes her freedom and hates being bossed around, and it is nearly impossible to get her to change her mind once it’s made up.

Character's Appearance;

Lye's hair comes to about mid-neck; to the point where one might say it‘s midstream, but lengthy at the same time oddly enough . It's style is jagged and idly spiked, running on the lines of the wild side with untamed tides of that mane entwining inwards and out once again. The layers of her hair are here and there, many short layers that give her that alternative look that society frowns upon. The color is a darker shade, such as slate gray with lighter gray highlights, almost to the point where those random strands appear silver in the correct amount of sunlight -- However, when damp, her hair seems ebony in color. Yet, this isn't the gray one might see on the elderly, no, this is the dull hue that makes you think of thunderstorms and shadows, which creep along treacherously. Upon touching this pale creature’s maladroit locks and waves, one will find that it's thick, full, and bouncing with life and youth.

Once upon a time Lye’s slightly almond-shaped eyes were a bright, vividly unnatural violet, like her mother’s {except they were dotted with little flecks of silver}, and all that anyone had to do to figure out her emotions was to look at them. But after she grew from her childhood to become an adult, her eyes became dull and cloudy - she rarely saw the sunlight, as her work-house windows were always tightly shuttered, and they gradually lost their vibrant, joyous sparkle and glazed over as her body and mind continued to expand; and in her opinion, worsened. By the time she realized it though, Lye’s eyes had dimmed to a mere shadow of their former glory. Now their color varies from dark stormy gray to shining silver to a pale misty gray depending on her mood. Her emotions are still readable by those that know her well, but they are less obvious, especially to people she has just met. Framed by medium-length dark lashes and set at a normal distance apart, Lye’s eyes, which used to be considered so remarkable and stunning, are now mostly uninteresting and plain - they don’t immediately draw attention like before.

The shape of Lye's face is a slender oval, her chin comes to a rounded point and her jaw-line curves out very slightly. The future Junior Trainer’s nose is very petite, curving out to a small point, almost in a button like face once seen on plastered dolls. Her eyebrows are the same shade as her hair, they are also quite thin and are rarely seen furrowed or even unkempt; cocked or raised in any matter of showing expression, on rare occasions one might see such as sight, but remember the word rare. Lye's ears are small with rounded tips, in her left ears she has six silver piercings on her earlobe and four obsidian with silver trimming in her cartilage. Her lips are petite as well, they are not thin, just smaller in size -- However, this fact does not mean they are supple and the shade of ruby.

One of the first things that people usually notice about Lye is how small everything about her is - not delicate and breakable, mind you, but small. Her hourglass figure is willowy and thin, with a modest-sized bust, a slim waist, and narrow but curved hips and shoulders. Her neck is slightly long, and supports her head like a stem supporting a flower. She is quite short, standing at only five feet, and it isn’t likely that she will grow any taller. Her legs, while longer than her torso, aren’t very muscular, and while her arms are stronger than her legs from carrying her heavy supply bag, they are still considered pretty weak. But it is her hands that are her strongest feature. Lye’s fingers are long and thin, almost bony, and are very skilled and nimble from all her sewing and crafting. They are rough and callused from hard work, and over the years have become nearly immune to the many pricks of a needle that she acquires every day. Her feet are, of course, oddly small - almost as tiny as a child’s.

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Battle Information

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Weapon Appearance;

A simple, seamstresses needle one could simply find by going through a sewing kit, however this metallic pin has some magic weaved within it, allowing for it’s tip to produce invisible thread which can be used in Lye’s Stitching abilities. However, looking completely average and uninteresting, there is a surprisingly elegant glimmer which radiates from the needle once it’s caught between the young one’s, spider leg fingers; it seemingly has the glow of silver. Also, both the hoop and pin of this needle appear and are larger than that of normal, where it looks perhaps quite painful to prick ones finger against that tiny dagger.

Character's Abilities;

[Note; Lye is much more of a runner than a battler at the moment. However, with time that will change.]

Stitch - The ability to sew multiple objects/materials together in an effort to create something new and strange; this could be from a living substance to a plain, soulless object of matter. This technique may come in many sizes, she being able to control over this skill from something as tiny and simple as cloth to something as difficult and fantasy-like as stitching together to a Heartless’ hand to a wall from a short distance in efforts to make a run for it. She hasn’t the skill to kill one with this tech, of course, but it is good for distractions at least.

Piercing Roots - Immobilizes an enemy and causes them to bleed over a few second period of time by pulling roots from underneath the surface of the ground to snare her opponent. Of course, there is a chance the roots will break and no negative effect will come to the foe. Also, this is a simple spell, nothing overly impressive, however a wand is not needed for this ability to come to life, for its activated by words.

Earth Elemental - Summons an elemental from beneath her opponent, inflicting minor physical damage. The elemental will assist Lye in combat, but will not heed any direct commands. If there is nothing to fight for more than a minutes time it will return to where it came from.

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Character History

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Lye’s father was Gideon, a carpenter, and her mother was Jean, a spinster (one who spins on a spinning wheel, not an old maid). She was born in a small but cozy other world on the outskirts of Blackpine, which was located in a northern valley surrounded on all sides by tall, rocky mountains overflowing with wildlife. She was the fourth child to be born, and the first girl. And so Lye grew up with four major male influences in her life, and only one female influence. From the time she could walk, Lye was interested in everything around her, from her mother’s spinning wheel to her father’s tools (Naughty, naughty baby!). Jean often found the adventurous young toddler reaching for a hammer or trying to eat the carded wool that had yet to be spun into thread, and that was when the first hints of her future personality first showed up. Jean scolded Lye and spanked her many times, but the tough little tyke bore it all with only a few quiet whimpers and eyes like saucers, and then went back to exploring the world around her. She was infinitely stubborn, even at such a tender age.

As she grew into a strong, healthy girl, her brothers finally began to notice her. Before, they had just glanced at her once or twice and laughed at her antics before going back to whatever they were doing. They all treated her differently, but they all loved her in their own way. Gideon gave her big bear hugs and kissed the top of her head fondly, but other than that Lye received little attention from her father - he was focused on getting at least one of his sons to follow in his footsteps and take over the family trade. And while Jean was a loving but stern mother, baking cookies for her children and always being there to comfort them when they skinned a knee, she was a brief one - at least for Lye, anyway. She got pregnant three years after Lye’s birth and the little toddler loved patting her swelling belly and talking to the life that slowly grew within. She was so excited that she would soon have a new sibling! Lye prayed to the Gods that it would be a girl, so she could have a sister - she wanted one so bad! But Fate had other plans. Jean died giving birth to a baby girl. A confused, numb Lye was quickly ushered out of the room by her weeping father and stone-faced older brothers, only to learn that the baby sister she had so passionately wished for - named Emma - had breathed her last breath barely ten minutes after breathing her first.

Jason, the eldest (he was twelve years older than Lye), was tall, handsome and dark-haired, the perfect image of their father. However, he was reserved and quiet, unlike Gideon, who was always cracking jokes and laughing his deep belly-laugh. When he turned ten, Gideon attempted to apprentice Jason and teach him the secrets of his trade, but he just yawned and gazed off into space. Finally his father gave up and allowed him to do what he wanted - which was to be apprenticed to the village stonemason. Jason was kind and polite to his little sister, but never really got close to her - he was always too busy, and he didn’t speak much. He left two years later, when Lye was six, with his master, who had decided to travel to a larger city far to the south. Lye never saw him again.

Then there was Fred (ten years older than Lye). With a shining mane of honey-gold hair similar to his mother’s, he was easily the most outgoing of the brothers. Confident and cocky, he was attractive but not as handsome as Jason, who had attracted many of the girls in the village (of course, Jason hadn’t even noticed them; he was always focused on his work). But he made up for this with his long, beautiful hair and broad, cheeky grin. He was a troublemaker, sometimes stealing small things like apples and sweets from local vendors, who shouted and cursed him but couldn’t help laughing as he dashed playfully away with a sparkling smile and a wink. He was the most charming lad in the village, and seemed able to sweet-talk his way out of anything. Fred often teased Lye, but she knew he was just playing and giggled as he tweaked her nose and stuck out his tongue to amuse her. He called her his ‘lady love’ and treated her with mock respect, bowing when she came into the room and offering to carry her over muddy puddles when it rained. Gideon tried to apprentice Fred, too, but he just laughed and balanced a saw on the tip of his nose. In exasperation, Gideon asked his second son what he wanted to do with his life. Fred replied with a grin, “Be a traveling player, of course!” And so, the next time a band of traveling players came to town, juggling colored balls and singing loudly, Fred was apprenticed to their leader and went on his way two days after. Again, Lye never saw Fred again.

Lastly, there was Patrick (eight years older than Lye). He was tall, taller than even his father, who stood at nearly six feet, and resembled a grasshopper with his long, thin limbs and gangly knees and elbows. With a shock of messy sand-colored light brown hair, he had long, angular features but still managed to look attractive. He was an awkward youth, always bumping into things and people, but he was so kind and apologetic about it that people found his clumsiness endearing - not irritating and hopeless, as everyone seemed to think about Lye’s clumsiness. So while he was neither handsome nor charming like his two older brothers, Patrick managed to attract a handful of admirers that batted their eyelashes shyly at him and blushed when he said hello to them - simply because of his sweet, gentle nature. He was kind towards his baby sister, too, never calling her names and patiently enduring her antics with a small smile. Gideon half-heartedly tried to apprentice Patrick, remembering his previous disappointments, and was proved correct - Patrick had no desire at all to become a carpenter.

All he wanted to do was play his violin and daydream and write poetry about a certain girl called Lillian - the miller’s beautiful daughter, with hair the color of apricots and eyes like emeralds. Patrick was pitifully, hopelessly in love, it was plain. But Lillian was surrounded by suitors, most of them richer than he, and he was much too shy to approach her or her loud, drunken father. And so it was that twelve-year-old Lye wrote to Lillian, asking her to marry her lovesick brother so they could live happily ever after. The beautiful young maiden was touched by the hastily scrawled letter, and arranged to meet in secret with Patrick. When he awkwardly confessed his love, she blushed and agreed to marry him - she had secretly watched him from afar, too, and admired his gentleness and shy manner. But there was still the problem of Lillian’s greedy father - he would never agree to let his daughter marry a poor unemployed man when there were many other suitors to be had with pockets full of gold. So Patrick and Lillian decided to elope, and after saying a tearful goodbye to Lye and Patrick’s best friend, Luke, they disappeared that night, and Lye never heard of them again. Patrick and Lillian were later happily married in a chapel far away from Blackpine, and Patrick found a job as an artist. They truly did live happily ever after.

And so at the age of twelve, Lye was left with her distraught father. All his sons had either run away or chosen another profession besides carpentry, his wife was dead, and all he had left to remember any of them by was Lye. What good could a clumsy, headstrong tomboy be?

He was about to find out.

On her thirteenth birthday Lye asked her father if she could become his apprentice. “You’re getting old, Da,” she said, her expression perfectly serious. “You need someone to help you, and you need an heir to take over the family business. Why not your daughter?”

It took all of Gideon’s willpower not to burst out laughing. Who had ever heard of a female carpenter? It just wasn’t done! But before he could tell her this, he noticed the hope in her dark eyes and remembered all those times she had been found playing with his hammer or trying to carve a piece of wood with his whittling knife. He had just scolded her and dismissed the incidents as a result of her immense curiosity, but what if it had been something more? And yet… it just wasn’t done!

Finally, against his better judgment, Gideon relented. He would let her be is apprentice, but as soon as she showed signs of boredom or disinterest he would ask their crotchety old neighbor, Widow Thompson, to teach her “the trade of a housewife” - cooking, cleaning, sewing, and many other tasks. Lye quickly agreed, though she considered this the worst punishment her father could have thought of. It was plain as soon as she began work that she had a natural talent for it - the wood that she sawed in half was always the neatest cut, the nails she hammered always the straightest. Despite his doubts, Gideon finally began to realize that at least one of his children had inherited his gift for working with wood - and, he discovered with some regret, she was even more talented then he himself. So, over time, Lye’s father recognized and encouraged her skills, disregarding the wary looks that the other villagers gave her and the way that hushed whispering always stopped awkwardly when she walked into a room - who had ever heard of a female carpenter? She might as well have sprouted wings.

Lye had few friends of the female variety - she had always been better at befriending boys than girls, as she didn’t care for dolls and tea parties, preferring fishing or a good wrestle in the mud with one of her brothers (usually Fred). Her best female friend was named Jane, and she was the daughter of the local hatter (hatmaker). She was rather plain and didn’t have many friends, either - because of her meek and quiet personality, she was often called “Mouse” by others their age. Lye befriended her when she came upon Jane being teased by three girls - Gabrielle the merchant’s daughter and her two cronies, Rebecca and Delia. Seeing that poor Jane was about to burst into tears, Lye stepped in and told them to get lost. The three girls quickly backed off, seeing her blazing eyes and clenched fists. They were probably afraid that she would punch them and break their pretty noses - as if she would waste her fist on such empty-minded, giggling girls.

After that, they shared a mutual bond of friendship. Both Jane and Lye were hard workers - Jane’s father had died the winter before, and her older sister Camille had gotten married that spring and moved away to another village, so she had to work extra hard making hats to keep up with the demand - it was summer, the very height of the hat season. Her stepmother, while a kind woman, had no idea how to go about making hats, so all the work was left to poor Jane. Lye often stopped by to deliver ready-made meals to Jane’s house, as the tired, overworked girl often forgot to eat and stayed up late into the night working. In return, Jane sometimes visited Lye just to exchange bits of gossip - having no other female friends, and not even a mother to turn to, the tomboy often felt starved of anything remotely feminine.

But even that slight friendship slowly faded as the girls grew from awkward thirteen-year-olds into fully-fledged adults at sixteen. Jane, who had been described before as plain and boring, had finally begun to show signs of becoming an elegant young woman - she had started wearing her long, silvery-brown hair down, where before it had been pulled into a tight, matronly bun, and her face had lost the rest of its baby fat. And as her hat shop grew in success - now that she was sixteen, she had official ownership of it - she finally had earned enough to hire a helper and didn’t have to spend so many long hours shut up in her workshop.

And so it was really no surprise to Lye when Jane’s visits gradually became less frequent, and they only saw each other briefly in the streets. She felt no remorse - she understood that Jane had her own life to get on with, and didn’t need someone to defend her anymore. But now Lye was without a female friend again, and she still showed no signs of getting any prettier, unlike Jane. Her father was no help, either. He had recently been suggesting that she use the money she had saved up over the years to buy her own shop. Despite his diplomacy, Lye saw that he was trying to gently nudge her out of the nest so she could spread her wings and fly, like her friend Jane and everyone else - some of her peers had already gotten engaged or married, while she herself showed no signs of having even one suitor. Every boy in the village either feared her or thought of her as a tomboyish sister - the one they had played soldier with when they were little, nothing more.

Finally Lye announced at age seventeen that she would be leaving the world of Blackpine. Her father clapped her on the back and congratulated her, telling her that he would have some new tools made for her so she could get started as soon as possible wherever she was going. Lye didn’t have that many belongings to pack - just a few sets of spare clothes, her brand new tools and crafting gear, as a parting gift from her father, some food, and all her savings. She said goodbye to her father and set off, hitching a ride bound for another world, which luckily, it wasn’t too hard to find. But where was it bloody heading to?[/color][/font]

[thaed]

Very impressive. We should RP sometime.

Accepted~


Locked, transferred.