THE CLOCK STRUCK TWELVE
WHERE WE EITHER LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER OR DIE OF HORRIBLE CURSES
Feb. Spotlight Thread
He could draw on Earth's ability to heal and regenerate plants, to thrive in harsh conditions, and that was one of the reasons he was being hunted. That and the ancient sword or two he had stolen from Anghus. Dick deserved it.
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APP Character Name: Zhenya Anise Nicholai
APP Character's Age: 45
APP Character's Birthday: August 7th 1971
APP Character's Species: Half-Fae
APP Character's Group: 1st Kingdom
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APP Character Quote: Life is like chess, you lose your queen and you likely will lose the game.
APP Character's History: Nahlrie Felarund was born in Lux, a villager and no one of true consequence. She worked in one of the shops in the market where the foreigners were able to truck in their goods and when she met the handsome man known as Demeter he was peddling his goods. Demeter Nicholai was a shrewd man with clever blue eyes, but it was Nahlrie's blonde hair and green eyes that caught his interest.
Demeter was clean cut back then, a strapping young man to say the least. His hair fell in dark waves, his skin tanned by the sun and he was everything a human woman would covet in a partner. Except Nahlrie was not a human and in fact was an elf and so their union was forbidden. Nahlrie didn't care, she kept everything a secret, the romance was a secret, they knew they'd never be wed but they coupled and a year into their relationship a pregnancy came about.
For all the horrid things that Demeter was, he truly did love Nahlrie and wished she could come away with him, he was truly excited about the pregnancy, too. Except there was something strange from the beginning about the pregnancy, Nahlrie didn't feel right and could barely work. Seven months later, much too soon, she gave birth to a baby girl, but that wasn't it, she felt it and the next one would take every ounce of strength she had left. A little boy was born five minutes later. Nahlrie had enough life left in her to name them, Zhenya Anise and Dominic Sage.
Demeter was distraught at the loss of his lover, but more than that he was left with two squalling infants he had no clue how to take care of. They were half breeds and who would help them? Desperately, he found a nurse maid who aided them and those little babies thrived in spite of the odds.
Zhenya was larger than her twin, but they both fought tooth and nail to live. When one gurgled the other felt encouraged and thrived, it went both ways. They lived for one another. Before too long they were toddlers and by then their father had turned to drinking, he had brought ruin around them. Instead of living in their small cottage they had soon been moved into a hut far from civilization.
Since Demeter could no longer hold a job, booze cost money, he looked to his children and began to form a plan. He'd train them to pick pockets, to weave in through crowds and put on sob stories to earn coin. They were children and he was tired of hiding the brats, for what? To be reminded of what he didn't have? To his pleasure, Zhenya and Dominic took to thieving like pros and this went on until they were eight years old. The older Zhenya grew the more she favored Nahlrie, the same unearthly green eyes, high cheek bones and -other- beauty surrounded her. The reddish-blonde hair wasn't the same shade as the sunny, lovely color and it usually sent Demeter in a fit. Dominic often ran interference, he'd coax his sister into glamouring her hair into blonde to appease him, but it only fixed one problem.
One day, Dominic had run out of luck, he had stepped in to save Zhenya from a drunken backlash when his father sent him out, banished him from a home and left him orphaned and without his twin. Dominic tried his best to gain his father's favor, to worm his way back in but he was gone and Zhenya felt the loss. The years ticked by and she would meet up with Dominic, hug him, savor his company and return home to endure her father.
It was when she was thirteen he grabbed up her hair and sneered. She had become all the more lovely and he had a plan to earn some coin, and the playful, coy girl had been forced into a situation which would ruin her once giddy disposition. She was sold for a handsome sum to a man who wanted nothing more than to use her for his pleasure. So he did and for months on end Zhenya fought tooth and nail as she had her whole life. She tried using magic on him, tried to escape with magic but he was always one step ahead and he collared her, chained her and set her in a cage where she was to sleep, eat, empty herself and unless otherwise said - was to remain in a cage in his room.
Four horrible years in that situation and she didn't see her brother, but she felt him and knew he was alive. She didn't see her father, either. It was just the grotesque man, Zhenya had lost it, every time she'd wish to fight her limbs would fight against it and be pinned, useless. To look at her she looked like the walking dead, long limbs so thin and her skin sullied, her hair was dull and her body covered in bruises and blood.
So many times she had been brutalized, forced to drink tinctures because she had conceived, only to be kicked or nearly drowned in a potion to be rid of it. She felt hollowed out and wished, wished upon wishes that she could just die. Let Dominic live for the both of them.
The fates aren't that kind though, Dominic finally found her and he was able to release her. He said nothing in regard to the state of her being, but he released her and was ready to escape until The Man came back. Dominic used his magic which was stronger than his sister's at the moment, but The Man was Fae and he knew what they were. Halflings. They brawled, Zhenya leaped onto his back and tried to strangle him but he flung her to the side with ease. In the end it was Dominic that died and Zhenya was left keening as she felt the loss as if a part of her had died and in truth it had. Not now, not when they had just been reunited.
She may have been frail in that moment, but she was feral and the gleam in her green eyes was wicked. She screamed and the earth seemed to shudder beneath them, a scowl formed on her face as she launched herself at him. Magic coiled around his neck, around his limbs and bound him, his magic fought back but she was furious and she aimed to kill him, which was what she did.
Once the deed was done she stood in rags covered in grime and she looked as if she had just crawled out of a grave. Luck had something against Zhenya because a party came upon her, Lords and Ladies on a tour and the word halfling, and witch was thrown around. Murderer. Magic coiled in her, in spite of her exhaustion, she knew if she was caught she would be executed. She ran as hard and as fast as she could. It was summer and the water still had a bite to it, but it was either die of exhaustion and cold in the water or die at the hands of the Fae. She opted for a death she had a choice in.
She swam until blackness overcame her. A passing fisherman reeled her in, tended to her and clothed her. When he anchored in the harbor of wherever they were, which happened to be Zezolla, she jumped ship without so much as a thank you. She ran and hid, fretted and when she swallowed down her panic she knew what to do. All she knew how to do.
So she stole. Money here, there, a watch to pawn and little by little the glimmer returned to Zhenya. She was able to afford dresses, food and for the next twenty years she would build a life for herself, devising plans, plotting and putting her sharp mind to use. Tutors were hired and were sworn into silence, she became something new, something worthy of partaking in high society and so she did.
Under the guise of Lady Zhenya Nicholai - a mysterious Countess that many inquire about, but few have strings to grab at as far as her origins went.
It was at an extravagant ball that she met the two women she'd deem sisters and more, like-minded women who were just as burned as she and yet they had all survived. So, Zhenya did what she hadn't done in quite some time. She trusted them with everything she had and she has not regretted it since.
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