The story of Lady is long, complicated and hard to keep straight, but in lieu of other addictions (i.e. WOW) I am going to attempt to write it all down!
Jayd Ellisandre Nethlin was born to a normal family in an average rural area. She grew up on a farm with three brothers and one younger sister, as well as her mother and father. Her childhood was carefree and as wonderfull as any childhood could be. At least for a while. Her mother died shortly after the birth of her younger sister, and her sister followed shortly after. Everyone in the family had fallen ill, Jayd included. A nasty disease that cause their skin to break out in blue rashes accompanied by fevers so strong that water sizzled when it touched their skin. It was often called the woading fever, due to the way the rash looked like war paint... or from the similar terror they caused.
Jayd and her family fared better than others, though the still lost their mother and Jayd's sister. The rest of the family struggled to survive, and when healthy the family returned to their livelyhood of farming. They sustained themselves for many years this way, living a full, happy and satisfying life... until one day.
Jayd's family was well known for being hospitable and kind, and many in the area knew that, and some feared for him. One day a band of gypsies came to the house and asked leave to stay in the woods for the evening. Jayd's father, of course, welcomed them. Asking nothing in return he allowed them to camp for the night.
In his kindness he did not ask for anything in return, nor did he fear them. For her father trusted all. That night he finally lost to his kindness.
The dark night shrouded the gypsies as they approached the house, stealthy in their footsteps and silent in their speech. They looked in the windows and circled the house, making sure all inside were asleep. A soft tap on the door and Father rose, blury-eyed and stiff. The door opened before he could reach for the handle and a flash of silver was all the warning he had before the dagger imbedded itself in his chest. He fell to the ground with a soft thud and ....
see you next time
promise me that you haven't forgotten about me....
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