damned angel

Greetings, my story starts a short few weeks ago, when I went from being
a bright light in heaven, to being a semi dark soul in the realm of Beware.
I will tell you what I remember and where I am now, and I hope you under-
stand that this story is an unending journey of discovery.

Physical description: Standing all of 5' tall and weighing approx. 90 lbs, I am
a tiny thing. With midnight curls that fall to my waist, and are as unruly as I.
Large ice-blue eyes that have become a deep shade of sapphire as my life changes. The clothing that I currently wear has been given me from friends in Beware. The blue shift, a gift from Layla. The satin slippers, a gift from Brianna Caitlin. The black satin cape, a gift from Grandalf.

Weapons: The only current physical weapon that I have, is a bejeweled dagger given me by ~Azah~.

Special Skills or Talents: My abilities have not been uncovered as yet, but will gradually show themselves through adversity. Amoung the skills that I will discover are, trebling-this is a sound that comes from deep inside my chest, and is so highpitched it is almost inaudible but not quite. The sound is capable of making eardrums bleed, and the first instinct of a "victim" is to cover their ears with their hands to prevent the pain that accompanies it. The ability to vanish, and probably the most valuable of all, the ability to control emotion. Turning hate to love, and vice-versa. Indifference to caring. Egotism to self doubt.

Ok, so if you have managed to read this far, I will tell you about me. I am an imp, I love to be playful to joke and flirt and just have fun. I was doing this, when I found myself in trouble and banished to this place I refer to as "Hell".
 

It all started when I decided that Behanil was in need of a little laughter in her laugh. She was not unhappy, but she was terribly studious and so serious. She would sit and read and read and read, ad nausem. The plan was quite simple, while she was asleep, I would stitch her wings together. A very basic slip knot at the bottom, and in the morning we would all laugh and I would then remove the silk thread. *cough* It did not quite work like that. In the morning the angel awoke and went to spread her wings with a mighty stretch of her body, the silk thread gave and pulled from her wings several dozen feathers. These will replace themselves over time, but for now, she is like a plucked eagle, flightless and morose. And it was my fault.

I was summoned to the Grand Chamber for my punishment, and upon entering the doors, I was grabbed from behind, a cloth placed over my mouth, and the last thing I remember was looking into Behanil's eyes. When I awoke, I was here. Alone and scared.

I set out to discover this place a bit tentatively, afraid of what lie down each dark path, yet not so afraid that I took particular caution. I met and was befriended by a lovely woman, named Layla. She has watched over me like a young chick, and her concern for my well-being is touching. She was also there to heal me after my nightmare began.

I had gone to the castle, and was peering inside through the dirty pane, when I felt, something. I cannot explain it, but it was so very cold and yet hot. It brushed my flesh and made me look back. But I found nothing. A few minutes later, I was raped and left broken upon the floor of the forest.
 Loss of Innocence

 My body bleeding and sore, I somehow ended up at #r-tobar@soi. There sasha held me in the water, and helped to soothe the pain from my body. My mind was not to heal. My shift torn to shreds by my attacker was useless, and if not for the kindness of Grandalf I would have left that day as bare as a newborn bird. He graciously gave me a black satin cape to wrap over my nakedness.

I am still haunted and hunted by the One known as Invisible Hand, he is out there, simply waiting, watching. When he will strike again, I do not know.

From this, the innocence of who I am has changed. I am now much more aware of my body, more tempted to search pleasure in the flesh to replace the pain of my attack. For now, the memories are locked away, and I am carefree and mischevious. These memories however, are just an "Inivisble Hand" away.

As of this writing, I am currently undertaking learning a new skill that will hopefully bring me a bit of gold, and a few more weapons. Kelbo@soi is teaching me the occupation of fingersmithing, or pickpocketing. For now your weapons and gold are safe from me, but for how long?

I look forward to meeting and learning more of the people of Beware,
may the day be bright or dark on the path that you choose, and may
the love that touches even the ugliest parts of you, thrive.

Peace.