Like I said to Ringo, I know I haven't really been in the roleplay that much, but I have in my lifetime, and I did apply, so hopefully you all still consider me a Knight.
This here's just the introduction. Part one comes later. If you can't read the font, tell me and I'll change it.
Neutron Knight Origins
Lady Gwendolyn
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My name is Lady Gwendolyn of IDOJstershire. I was raised in a town not a hundred miles from the ocean.
Talk of war was indiscriminate, thrown about like yesterday’s newspaper. The time it was close to our secluded part of the world seemed so far away, yet so prominent in minds, as a yesterday would be. My sister was killed in the war.
She had gone in stead of my father to the soldiers since he was far too old and incapable of wielding any sort of weapon. All of us viewed it best, except for my father himself. His mind was changed two weeks after hearing these plans, an unexpected stroke crippling his dominant side.
Off Katherine went, leaving her daughter and son in her twin’s care, her husband already drafted.
She was stabbed. An unexpected hit from behind. A guerrilla attack, some dagger lodging itself in the back of her skull.
The news and body were received three days later, my father heartbroken, spiraling into depression. Katherine was his first daughter, a mirror image of himself, inside and out. Her twin was hit the hardest with the news, facing uncertainty in the world without the older sibling to guide her.
And me? How did I grasp the death? At first, I didn’t believe it. Such an unholy, unruly, undignified way to go. It simply wasn’t like her to be taken this way.
Eventually, this denial bottled up inside of me turned into anger. I began to desire the hurt of my mother and two sisters, who allowed and even unthinkably conjured this plan at all. I also began to see my father for a coward, not allowing him the fairness of the situation. I would lock myself in my room, cursing the sky, my family, the war.
Then, one day, I’d had enough. I’d had enough of trying to control my outrageous emotions towards my classmates. I’d had enough of trying to downplay the outbursts directed at my father. And I’d certainly had enough of the town sending our family flowers. They were acting like we needed their help, and my philosophy is that if I don’t ask for your help, I don’t need it.
So I ran. Like a bad dream, I stole my mother’s fortune, packed a suitcase with clothing and food, then left. Simply, uneducately left.
Where was I going? I didn’t know. My age was eleven, my education was far from finished, and my soul was livid.
Traveling all day and surviving on lie-brought sympathy from strangers all night, I slowly made my way westward, away from the ocean, away from all I’d ever known.
Unfortunately, one day, I started to crave companionship. I craved it like a dog craves a bone. But what could I do? It’s not like I could trap an animal, then expect its loyalty in return.
Suddenly, with unprecedented insubordination towards fate, I stole the first pet I could find from one of those sympathetic, considerate nobodies who gave me sustenance and a warm bed during the night.
Staring at the overgrown snake in my hands, I wondered who in the world I had become.
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Lady Gwendolyn
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My name is Lady Gwendolyn of IDOJstershire. I was raised in a town not a hundred miles from the ocean.
Talk of war was indiscriminate, thrown about like yesterday’s newspaper. The time it was close to our secluded part of the world seemed so far away, yet so prominent in minds, as a yesterday would be. My sister was killed in the war.
She had gone in stead of my father to the soldiers since he was far too old and incapable of wielding any sort of weapon. All of us viewed it best, except for my father himself. His mind was changed two weeks after hearing these plans, an unexpected stroke crippling his dominant side.
Off Katherine went, leaving her daughter and son in her twin’s care, her husband already drafted.
She was stabbed. An unexpected hit from behind. A guerrilla attack, some dagger lodging itself in the back of her skull.
The news and body were received three days later, my father heartbroken, spiraling into depression. Katherine was his first daughter, a mirror image of himself, inside and out. Her twin was hit the hardest with the news, facing uncertainty in the world without the older sibling to guide her.
And me? How did I grasp the death? At first, I didn’t believe it. Such an unholy, unruly, undignified way to go. It simply wasn’t like her to be taken this way.
Eventually, this denial bottled up inside of me turned into anger. I began to desire the hurt of my mother and two sisters, who allowed and even unthinkably conjured this plan at all. I also began to see my father for a coward, not allowing him the fairness of the situation. I would lock myself in my room, cursing the sky, my family, the war.
Then, one day, I’d had enough. I’d had enough of trying to control my outrageous emotions towards my classmates. I’d had enough of trying to downplay the outbursts directed at my father. And I’d certainly had enough of the town sending our family flowers. They were acting like we needed their help, and my philosophy is that if I don’t ask for your help, I don’t need it.
So I ran. Like a bad dream, I stole my mother’s fortune, packed a suitcase with clothing and food, then left. Simply, uneducately left.
Where was I going? I didn’t know. My age was eleven, my education was far from finished, and my soul was livid.
Traveling all day and surviving on lie-brought sympathy from strangers all night, I slowly made my way westward, away from the ocean, away from all I’d ever known.
Unfortunately, one day, I started to crave companionship. I craved it like a dog craves a bone. But what could I do? It’s not like I could trap an animal, then expect its loyalty in return.
Suddenly, with unprecedented insubordination towards fate, I stole the first pet I could find from one of those sympathetic, considerate nobodies who gave me sustenance and a warm bed during the night.
Staring at the overgrown snake in my hands, I wondered who in the world I had become.
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.:!Gwen!:.
