Lucie Dawn

== Appearence and Such == ==Name: Lucieina Equies (Lucie)  Race: Elf  Age: 24  Characteristics: To top off Lucie, is a very calm temperament, with a very hopeful personality, Lucie values her training above anything else, finding little time for other activities, but when she has a break from her busy lifestyle, she is quite the flirtatious type, and her good looks give her endless opportunities for romance, but she never finds a man who can cope with her constant training, leaving her loveless for the most part of her life, but despite all the setbacks her position gives her, Lucie wouldn’t trade her experience and knowledge for anything, or anyone.   History == === In the beggining ===

 24 years ago in the quiet village of Llyeta, a young human couple, my parents, had just moved in to a new house... my mother told me they had lots of friends, and neighbours, which is surprising considering they’re human... in time, my mother fell pregnant with her first child, my elder brother. His name was Lucien, my parents adored him... 1 year later, my mother fell pregnant again, with me, but they were disappointed with me because I was a girl, instead of a boy like they wanted, I couldn’t fight when I was older, like my brother, I was always in his shadow.. I remember our first family holiday, when I was 11, we went to Burthorpe, and I remember seeing the soldiers, all in neat rows, there was about 50 of them, but I couldn’t count that high.

I remember telling my mother, “That’s what I want to do when I’m grown up”, she told me, “no honey, that’s your big brothers job, big girls stay at home and take care of their children and their husbands, and look after their homes, being a soldier is Lucien’s job, when he’s a big boy” before quickly whisking me away. I was a determined child, every morning I would wake up, tie my thick brown hair up in a bun, sneak into my father’s room, put his long black coat on, and run into the back garden, attacking everything I saw, every morning my father would watch me out the window, a smile on his face, every morning Lucien would look out the window, and scream to mother, and every morning, mother would come outside, and paddle me, my Bottom was sore for months, but I got use to it. I remember my 15th birthday, for my birthday my mother got me an apron, and my brother got me a cookery book, I spent the whole day learning to cook and clean from my mother, and that night, just as I settled down to sleep, my father sneaked into my room, he smiled at me, and went to give me a hug goodnight, but just as he let go, he slipped a small parcel into my hand and whispered “Happy Birthday” into my ear, I remember opening the present, and smiling to myself as I held the soft Highwayman mask in my hand, giving my father a kiss and waving as he walked out my room. That was the last time I ever saw my father. I remember my mother explaining to me in the morning, that my father, had an emergency meeting to the secret military department late that night, and that he had been called to action immediately, she said I mustn’t tell anybody, for it was a secret. 9 months passed without word from my father my mother never spoke of him, and shouted when I brought up the subject. I remember when I found the telegram, it was from 6 months back, hidden in a stack of papers, I stumbled across it when I was searching for a letter stamp.

I remember calling for Lucien, trembling as I read the words on the page, “Jonathan Equies, father to Lucieina Equies and Lucien Equies, Husband of Katherine Equies, Killed in action, 19.08.1662” I felt my body weaken, just as I fell I felt a strong arm grab me, and I thrust the note to Lucien, but what hurt more than the news of my father’s death, more  than the fact mother had been hiding it from us, Lucien snorted, crumpled the note behind him, and said, “Meh. He had a good run.” I was heartbroken, I knew I couldn’t live in this house any longer. I was 15, I remember how lost I felt, I knew I couldn’t leave, I had nowhere to go, I was destined to spend the rest of my life cooking and cleaning, then I remembered the birthday card my father had given me, I promised myself I wouldn’t open it until my father got back, but now there was no hope of him returning.. I carefully prised open the envelope, and slid the card into my hand, I opened it. A single tear dropped onto the card, as I read the message, “my darling Lucie, I know I shall not see you for a long time, maybe never again so I send you this gift, hopefully not my last, make the most of it, and don’t tell your mother. Use this when you’re ready, All my love, Father.” Attached was an acceptance letter to the Imperial guard, on special circumstances, fathers General had recommended me, I was ecstatic! I remember that last night, I took out my finest paper, and my best pen, and wrote two notes, one to Lucien and one to Mother, “Dear Lucien..’ I wrote ‘ you haven’t always been the best brother to me, you comfort me when I need it, but make me ever so sad, you have a cold heart, but I will miss you ever so, I have been accepted into the Imperial guard in Burthorpe, I hope you will be proud of me as I am proud of you for being accepted into the Secret Military of Llyeta, Yours Faithfully, Lucieina.” Then I started my letter to Mother..

“Mother, I shall be already past Arandar by the time you read this, but don’t be alarmed, it’s what Father would have wanted, I found the letter from fathers General, Lucien knows as well , I am to join the Imperial guard, like we saw on our family holiday, please don’t be ashamed of me mother, but It wasn’t meant for me, being a housewife, maybe when we meet again, if we ever do, I shall be a mighty soldier, and I shall be able to protect you, please look after Lucien, and know that I shall never forget you, My love, mother, Lucieina”, I packed my bags, Put the letters on my pillow, made my bed, and set out to the unknown.. I remember the journey, almost, it isn’t very clear... I remember sleeping in fields every night, the fresh air was fantastic, sleeping among the animals, I remember walking for hours every day, getting minimum sleep, I don’t remember what I ate... I remember passing through Catherby and Taverly, and passing through Falador, I remember the strange smells and sounds, the accents of the city people, I remember running past a haunted looking house... And running through Varrock, I remember straying towards the castle, and being shooed away because I was homeless, and being chased by a scary looking dog, then I remember arriving at Burthorpe, it was a strange place to start with, everyone had a weird accent and I couldn’t understand them, I remember the Captain giving me my uniform, telling me where to stand, to copy the others, and that was it, my training started, I can’t tell you the rest, It might be breaking military code or giving away military secrets, but, here I am, a trained combatant, ready for battle.

Starting a new life
<span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:'Verdana,Arial,FreeSans,sans-';">Lucie is a very hot headed woman. More than anything, Lucie values being alone and away from other people. After spending a year living on her own, Lucie has become a very skilled hunts-woman, who likes to kill things;including humans, for fun. Lucie is a broken character, she is very to herself and shows no emotion at all. Though on most nights you can find her curled up on her bed, crying and trying to hide her fear. Lucie is very untrustworthy as she has zamorakian blood ties which have the power to turn her against her own kind, through fear of her own pain and suffering. Lucie is best avoided, and will try avoid anybody she has to work with. Rarely you might see her come alive, but

<span style="font-size:9.5pt;font-family:'Verdana,Arial,FreeSans,sans-';">this would only be on the battlefield, as she is a cold blooded killer.

<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'SegoeUI',sans-serif;">I was happily carrying out my duties in Burthorpe, when I was called to a meeting, there was a girl, a new girl, she was a knight, my knight.. She turned to look at me, and I sat down, one leg crossed over the other, curiously examining her features, and let me tell you, she was perfect, unlike anything I’d ever seen before. She was tall, around 5’8-5’9, not as tall as me though. She was very slender, wearing a soft, silky looking green dress, open on one side to show off a long, tanned leg. She had very long blonde hair, it hardly looked natural though, it looked very soft and silky, matching her dress quite well I guess. Her face was also perfect, not a single blemish on her light brown skin. Her head was thin, and she had a pair of bright blue eyes, that stood out quite prominently.. She was also wearing red on her lips, red, to an interview? I looked to my commanding officer, and gasped to myself, as there was a small bit of red smudged across his lips. I remember thinking to myself “''So that’s how she got the job. I bet she’s never fought in her life.”''

<p style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"SegoeUI","sans-serif";mso-bidi-font-family: Mangal">She’ll never last, I said to myself, she’ll never last. How wrong I was.. She made the next month hell for me, she was popular, pretty, confident, everything I was not, and soon, took over my role as Captain of the Knights. Feeling unimportant, I retired to my quarters, when I say retired, I mean retired. I could have sworn I lay there for about two weeks, living off the food I stowed away under my thin pillow, and the rain water.. I lay, for two weeks, thinking about her, “She took my job.” That was all I could think, the words spun round my head, consuming my every though. ''“She is perfect, I want to be her. I want to be like her”'' I soon enough realized that, the very thought was impossible, yet, I still dared to hope…

<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"SegoeUI","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family:Mangal">I became obsessed with becoming perfect, I would get dressed in my uniform, sit at the back of the hall and watch her every movement like a hawk, trying to imitate them. Everybody left, and I keeled over, curled up to myself on the bench, I would never be perfect, I wouldn’t ever be perfect. That was when she came over, she sat next to me. Millions of thoughts were crossing my mind, my fear took hold of me and I started to shake, whispering words to myself trying to grasp the concept of comfort. >Please don’t kill me please don’t kill me please don’t kill me please don’t kill me.< I dared myself to look up, up at her, I frowned, she was grinning tediously down at me, as if forcing herself to be nice, so I sat up. I Stared her in her eyes and asked her the very question I’d been yearning to ask since the moment she got here. “How do you do it? How are you so perfect?” She stared at me, and started to laugh, all I could see on her face was the same expression I’d seen so many times in my life, disgust, she was disgusted with me. “Can’t you just handle that I’ve gotten your job, you’re useless, I am a better knight than you, I’m not terrified of everyone I see, why do you assume that I’m so perfect just because you can’t keep up a job?”

<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"SegoeUI","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family:Mangal">She raised her eyebrow at me, and without thinking, I said something I would never have said this in my life, even if someone had just insulted me like she just did, I would never have even thought of it. “I know how you got this job you slag.” I hissed gently at her, watching first the shock, then the horror, then the anger that spread across her face. She raised her hand, and struck it across my face violently, yeah, it hurt like hell, but I didn’t care, I hated this woman. Hated her with my very soul. “I know what you did. Don’t even try and hide it. I know what you did…” I grinned at her, then she slapped me again. I’d had enough, I’d prove myself to her if it was the last thing I’d do. I brought my fist up and punched her in the stomach. She bent over and started coughing, then she drew a deep breath, and started to laugh again. >Is that all you’ve got? < She coughed again, and went to hit me again. I caught her fist, and held it there, crushing her wrist in my hand, then I grabbed her hair into a ponytail, and arched her back over my knee, grinning down at her. “I could kill you in an instant.” I shouted, glaring wildly at her. “You wouldn’t dare.. You would not dare..” She hissed, as if challenging me, tempting me to kill her. So, I did. I took out the dagger that was tucked into my boot, and lifted it up above her. She started screaming then, screaming for her life. I brought the dagger down, and then stopped. Slowly dragging it across her neck, so she could feel the pain, she stopped screaming, And just stared blankly up to the ceiling. She was breathing still, hardly but, she was breathing. I let her blood pool onto the bench, and then onto to the floor, before throwing her body to the floor, dousing her perfect hair in her own blood, I had never had such satisfaction, never in my life.

<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"SegoeUI","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family:Mangal">I will spare you from the next details, of how I disposed of her body and reclaimed my job, but in a nutshell, I drank her blood, burned her body and slept with my general. Talk about hypocritical. Well I’ll skip the next few weeks, as they’re a bit boring, and move on to the part where me and Lucifer got real close. Lucifer by the way, is my best friend. Or, was..

<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"SegoeUI","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family:Mangal">It all started about a week ago, Lucifer and I were planning a party, we were sat on a chair, I was sat on his lap and he was in the chair, which made me laugh. Lucifer was very handsome. He stood at around 6ft, and was just your average tall dark haired daydream. And I loved it. He was my warrior, my protector you could say. He would keep me from danger if I taught him magic. A fair deal if you ask me. So, we were planning a party, pretty big and formal If you asked me, when he said “Have you ever been in love?” of course, my answer was no. I had no time for love. “No, have you?” I muttered barely, trying to avoid the sad reality. “Yeah, only once though..” He sighed, and I looked up at him questioningly. “Ooo, who with?” I grinned, determined to get details. Lucifer brought out my childish side, I had no idea why but he did. “Do you /really/ want to know?” He frowned at me, and I giggled. “Yeah! Spill the beans child.” He waved off my comment, and looked me in the eye. “Are you sure?” He had a serious expression on his face, I nodded, and without warning, he bent down his head and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled away from him of course, and he instantly kissed me again. I tried to struggle but, I didn’t have it in me, He seemed so intent on being with me, that I couldn’t say no, so I kissed him back. His lips were so soft, and they felt so right, even though I knew it was wrong. He gently lay me down on the bed of the room we shared, and continued to kiss me. I let his hands explore my body, they were a little rough at times but, he was careful not to harm me. When he had finished, I smiled. And we lay in each other’s arms.

<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"SegoeUI","sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family:Mangal">The rest of the week dragged as normal, with the occasional sneaking off to kiss Lucifer. Until yesterday. It was the day of the party, and for once in my life, I dressed up. I wore a deep purple long sleeved dress, figure hugging, and it was open on one side, exposing my leg. I covered my bare shoulders with a black shawl, and pinned my hair up neatly, letting a few strands hang loose. I was quite proud to be honest. Pulling on some leather gloves, I walked down the road, to see Lucifer practising making some teletabs. He looked up from his work, and I swear his eyes were going to pop out of his head... “Sweet mother of- Lucie you look amazing!” He gawked, like I’d been looking like a mudskipper for most my life. “These teletabs any good?” He grinned, and I took one in my hand, it had a poorly painted A written on it. “Ardougne?” I asked. “Yeah Ardougne.” I smiled; he knew full well that was where the party was being taken place. “Well I don’t trust it, teleport me to Ardougne please?” He frowned at me, and reluctantly pulled some dusty runes from his work bench, concentrating as he stood next to me and teleported us to Ardougne.

<p style="margin-left:36.0pt"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"SegoeUI","sans-serif";mso-bidi-font-family:Mangal">The next thing I knew, I was falling into a tree. The first thoughts that had gone through my head were, either Lucifer had fucked up the teleport or, I was very, very drunk. As I fell, my arm slammed into a tree branch, and I felt a gash tear into my arm. I thought nothing of it, and grabbed onto the lowest branch before I smashed into the ground, holding on for dear life. After regaining some strength, I smiled, and made my way into the strange, unfamiliar city that played out before me. “Lucifer fucked up the teleport alright” I thought to myself, stumbling into a local looking bar. I made my way to an empty table, and sat myself on it, relaxing against the cool stone wall. I took my gloves off, and went flicking through the pages of the small world book I carried round with me, when a strange girl approached me. “Hey there.” She said. I was not in the mood for socializing at the moment, so my instant response was “Piss off.” She stood there, lingering for a while, when I asked, “Where am I?” She looked quite shocked, and answered, “Why this is Falador ma’am.” I flipped through my book, going past D, E, F, FA, and finally, Falador. I stopped at the page, my eyes quickly scanning the map for an exit, and any close saradominist churches. Nothing. The girl curiously tried to look over my page, so I frowned at her. “Can I have some personal space please?” She backed away, and went to stand by a table, still gawking at me curiously.

<p style="margin-left:36.0pt"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"SegoeUI","sans-serif";mso-bidi-font-family:Mangal">I slammed my book down on the table, and folded my arms, feeling quite frustrated. Fuck you Lucifer fuck you, I’m in the middle of fucking nowhere thanks to you, you piece of shit. “I’M NEVER GETTING OUT OF THIS PLACE!” I yelled aloud, without thinking for company. A man turned round to me, “Such anger.” He said. I didn’t see his face, just heard his words, and I chose to ignore them. I then pulled up my sleeve, put my hand over my arm and checked for blood, it pooled out onto my hand and I quickly pulled my sleeve down, licking the blood off my hand. I don’t really remember the rest of the conversation, but somehow, I ended up following this strange man, out of Falador and all the way to a barn, where he stealthy, left me to die.

<p style="margin-left:36.0pt"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"SegoeUI","sans-serif";mso-bidi-font-family:Mangal">The next few hours were a blur, I remember walking east as long as I could, then getting bored of east, and turning north. Until I found a bridge, instinctively, I crossed it. Civilization, finally! I looked round, walking round the city, until I found a church, it looked saradominist. I looked round inside it, it didn’t have any monks present but, I was sure one would turn up. I made my way to the altar, and kicked it, instantly killing my foot.  Stupid pussy ass Saradominists, ruining my fucking fun. That’s when they came in, the ‘Zamorakians’ as they liked to call themselves. The next thing I can remember is dodging a blow from one of them, then being knocked out, rather rudely if you ask me… I woke up in some sort of chair, in a grubby, trampy church room. I could have gotten up and left if I wanted to but, I didn’t. There in front of me was the man who had taken me to the farm. He asked me some bemusing questions, before giving me two options. To die, or to work for him. I picked the second option, naturally. So he made me go to some weird house, it looked rather nice if you ask me. After a while he came in, and took me upstairs to.. ’Heal me.’

<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'SegoeUI',sans-serif;">While we were upstairs, he brought out a dagger, and stabbed it into his palm.. His blood pooled onto the ground. Almost instantly the blood turned into a red haze, and shot into my open wound, causing me unbearable pain, I was thrashing, screaming, kicking out, and eventually, it stopped. He talked about something for a while, but I wasn’t listening, I was just concentrating on the pain. Then he handed me an amulet. I tied it onto my dress, and left, and there I was, huddled upstairs in the straw of a random building.

<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:'SegoeUI',sans-serif;">I was in that straw for days, maybe weeks. The time went slowly. I spent my time hunting for rats, and living off the bare minimum, unable to go outside from how I was feeling. I felt ill, confused, I didn't trust myself to leave the room. With time it all cleared up, and I was feeling myself. Well, in retrospect I really wasn't but, that's what I liked to tell myself I was. For the next two years, I hunted, slept and killed whoever they asked me to. It isn't a nice life let me tell you. Until I stumbled upon some land. I was taking a casual stroll through some castles, with no bother from the Zamorakians for a while, when I was stopped in my tracks by a woman. She was wearing all green, and had long brown hair “What are you doing here?” She snapped. I instantly froze, stammering out a few words “E-excuse me?”. She then softened, and smiled. “You must be here for the new job.” Then I said something really stupid. “What Jo--” I thought to myself, You need some money, might as well. “Yes, the job. I'm here for the job.” And, so on and so forth I got the job. Not to everybody’s liking.

Meeting Emilina Dawn & the Family.
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My Fiance and Our Story
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Current Life and stuff
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