Lysia Elysian-Tyrelen

Lysia Elysian is the daughter of a well known White Knight Commander, Sir Tiberious Elysians. She's a character of TacticalArex. She's a young, unambitious girl, whom at the moment, is pregnant with her first child. She's nineteen years old, and has a deep love for animals.

Like father, like daughter.
In six years, the hope for a child had died along with Sir Tiberious Elysian’s love for his wife. At first, they’d been a happy couple, newly wed at the prime age of twenty, and before long, she’d been impregnated. In a high of joy of their soon to be child, Tiberious took an extended leave of absence from the forces of the White Knights, nine months, to spend them together, waiting and preparing for their firstborn. All was well for the couple, they were always in each others company, smiling, hugging, a passion was shared between them, admiration of their better half. Tiberious often humored ideas, and fantasies of a son of his own, to carry on in his footsteps as a knight, as his father had done, and his father, and so on. For two months, they awaited their child, growing closer as her stomach grew in size. Then, one night they’d both awoken, his wife in a terrible pain, horrible cramping from her stomach, and found each of them were covered in blood, too much for it to not of been their unborn child’s. Not a word was shared between the two, both grieved to themselves. Tiberious returned to duty the following morning, and not a single soul asked what had happened, they just all assumed that the child was lost. They were right, and the couple tried again, and again, and again. Each time, failure, never making it past the first trimester. Six years past, they’d given up by then, as it dawned on them, they’d never have a child to call their own. They grew apart, after each failure, each desperate attempt that perhaps if they tried one more time. It was heartache by then, they couldn’t look at each other without thinking of their inabilities. Tiberious blamed it on her, she had to be the infertile one, for no one in his family, that he knew of, was plagued with infertility. She swore that no one in hers had either, but she was the one losing them, it wasn’t that they were unable to get her pregnant, it was that they could never keep it when it was within her. So they each kept apart then, living in the same house, but truthfully their lives were polar opposites. It truly upset Tiberious so much not because he wished for a child of his own, but he didn’t want to disappoint those before him, in being the first in his line unable to contribute to the knights with his own son. Though they were so apart in mind, it did not stop them from occasional interacting, snip bits of their once wondrous lives relieving briefly in the evenings, when their closeness was measured in centimeters, not tens of miles. There passion sparking for a night, to be forgotten by dawn. And by accident, she had found herself pregnant again. This time, Tiberious did not take leave from the knights, he visited her when he could, or felt he should, barely ever did they acknowledge her pregnancy, she never did tell him. Tiberious found out four months in, when he made a comment about her size. She turned to him, an enraged spark, and spit acid at him, her words foul as she told him about the child she was sure was going to die. Though, they’d never made it this far, it still was only a slight glimmer of hope, she didn’t dwell on it, being a sensible woman. The seven miscarriages she had had before, had changed her mindset to dread for this impending loss. More months passed, her stomach growing, a false hope she told herself, she was going to lose the child. Eight months, her stomach budging, but her hopes still as low as before. Tiberious, thought this to be miraculous, finding himself surprisingly more hopeful for the child then his wife. So he decided to take the last month off, and wait, watch, and pray, that perhaps he wouldn’t be disappointed. The month past, three weeks, two weeks, one week. And in her last week, four days early, she went into labor. Tiberious fetched a midwife, and it was a long, drawn out, birth. Lysia Elysian was born at 4:23 in the morning, her mother so exhausted, she just about passed out as soon as the child was delivered. This left Tiberious alone with his daughter, small, bright skinned, and fragile in his rough, worked hands. After she was cleaned up, and wrapped in a small blanket, the midwife decided the child was fine alone with her father, left. Tiberious had never been alone with a young child, the birth itself was a first, and for a few minutes, he stood still, cradling the bundle to his chest. As he stood there, he thought, over how this was going to change his life, how he finally had a child of his own, to keep his line going in the white knights. As he thought, it dawned on him, his child was a girl, a girl couldn’t become a knight, it was unheard of. They weren’t strong enough, big enough, smart enough, he would still fail himself. Except now, he’d have her to blame it for. For a second, those dark thoughts plagued him, but he pushed them back, his own confidence and arrogance assuring him that his daughter could become a knight. So he held his daughter, awaiting her mother to wake up. Hours passed, he kept his sleeping daughter close to him, his mind on how he finally had a child, pushing away the dark thoughts that his child wouldn’t be enough. Tiberious wasn’t her mother though, and when she woke up, crying for food, he was forced to awaken her mother, to feed the child. His wife took the child, but never looked at her as she fed her, she sobbed the entire time, mumbling something about how they’d lost her. Tiberious pleaded with her about how she held the child right there, but the mother stared down at the spot where her infant lay, she looked, but did not see. Soon, their argument grew from simple pleading, to yelling, Tiberious screamed at her, pointing to the child, and she screamed back, calling him crazy, and saying she watched as the child come out blue, and unmoving. She’d dwelled so much on that image during her pregnancy, expected it so thoroughly, that she convinced herself it would, and wouldn’t accept that it didn’t, her mind not registering the warm little body tucked in her arms, even as the child cried as they yelled, she didn’t sooth her. Unable to just let their not even a day old child sit their screaming, Tiberious calmed, but took the baby from her, trying his hardest to calm her himself. He spent that extra three days with his child, taking care of her when her mother wouldn’t. But it dawned on him he couldn’t stay with her forever, he had to return to work, his knight ship still called. The first day of work, his mind was elsewhere, his superiors, knowing of his newborn child, didn’t give him much grief when he asked to return home early. He walked into his house, finding his wife holding his child, feeding her. Immediately, he calmed, thinking she had finally come out of her cold-shoulder to his daughter, because each time she had fed her before, Tiberious had handed the child over. When he asked if he could see her after she was done feeding her, his wife looked at him, tears coming to her eyes, and replied with, “..Tiberious..she’s dead, you accepted it before..” All he could do was stare at his wife, lost for words, before he turned, and walked out, returning to work. Their life when on like this for many years, his wife ignorant that she was taking care of their infant daughter, her mind blocking out ever seeing the child. Tiberious bought a house closer to the castle, a smaller one on the square, so he could be closer to is growing daughter, to make sure her mother took care of her, even if she didn’t acknowledge she was doing it. Soon, she was growing, walking, speaking, none of this her mother saw, or father, so she was alone in each occasion. Tiberious thought perhaps if she spoke to her mother, her mother would be forced to respond, but no. She’d just scream out for her mother, and eventually, she’d just scream and cry for her, being weeded off milk by then, her mother would make lunch, giving half of her own to her daughter, something subconscious reminding her that she needed to take care of the child she didn’t see. The woman never remembered doing these things ever, her mind blocking it out like she blocked out all those other children she lost. Lysia looked forward to when her father got home, she’d talk to him, at least he’d acknowledge her, with a grunt, or occasionally a sigh. She was a social child, spending much of her days playing around the house, making imaginary friends up. Her mother went about keeping the house clean, paying the child no mind. One evening, Tiberious returned from duty, oddly enough, his daughter hadn’t greeted him at the door, he searched around their small house for her, finding her no where. He didn’t waste time questioning his wife, immediately going out, yelling out her name, trying to find the child. Nearly overcome with panic, he thought about going out to the castle to order out a search party to find her, when he found her in the park behind his house. She was playing with a little boy just under her age, of four, talking feverishly and excitedly as he rattled on back. He marched up, taking both the children by the arms, which ended up making them both burst out into tears. His fear had turned into anger, but he slowly calmed himself, knowing this wasn’t going to make things any better, and talked to them in an even tone. Sitting on a bench, not far off, was Vinnie Hanson, an undercover Temple Knight Tiberious knew well from work, stepped forward, admitting what happened. He’d know that Tiberious had a daughter the same age as his own, and had asked her mother if the two of them could play. Her mother, explaining her daughter had died as a stillborn. Vinnie apologized, staring at the little girl that waved at him, with a frown, he decided that it’d be fine to let her come anyway. He didn’t tell Tiberious about that part though, he explained that he’d gotten permission from his wife. With a sigh of relief, Tiberious calmed, nodded to Vinnie, and brought his daughter home. Not long after that, he decided to get her a pet dog, perhaps then she’d be less prone to wander off, if she had a pet. He’d grown paranoid, his wives complete ignorance of their child fueling his dislike for her further, a vile woman she was. His daughter grew to admire him, following him around when ever she could, marveling over the idea of white knight castle, which she always stood in the shadow of. She idolized the idea of becoming a knight, to be like him, her only true parent figure. This made Sir Elysian’s belief that his daughter was going to be knighted stronger, choosing to enroll her in becoming a squire as soon as she was old enough. He could already tell she wasn’t going to have his hulking bone build, her petite frame much like her mothers. The girl shared most of her features with her mother, her hair, shape, face. The only thing she had in common with her father was her bright green eyes, and soon to develop, attitude. Lysia once found his helmet sitting atop a chair, being six, her young imagination just beginning to blossom, she slipped it over her head, the helmet heavy, and much to big for her, caused the child to teeter around, as she was plunged into darkness. Tiberious’s helmet was passed down for many generations of White Knights above him. He walked in, finding his daughter stumbling about the room, with his helmet on. Marching up to her, his hands reached out, and plucked the helmet straight from her head, holding it high above her as he glared down at the child. His scolding immediately made her burst into tears as she tried to explain herself, but he didn’t pause from yelling to listen, which just left her crying, and he walked away, sure now that she was sure she wasn’t allowed to wear his helmet. On her tenth birthday, she was finally of age to try to pass the squire test, with all the other squires. Tiberious requested that when she passed it, that she’d be his squire, that way he could teach her. Expecting his daughter to pass, he watched as she stood with fifteen other boys, and men, going to pass the same tests. She stood at barely 4’10”, a slender built child. Every single one of them were bigger, older, and more able then the little girl. She struggled at each test, climbing, jumping, physical labor. She even fell over when they put her in plate legs and a chain body, handing her a sword, which she barely knew how to use, and with her fathers brief instruction, wasn’t very good with. They expected the girl to spar against men, and she was easily beaten every time. It killed the trainers to have to deny his daughter, watching as she walked home, a disappointment in her own mind. Tiberious wasn’t let down to easily, once he was off duty, he went to her room, and explained she could try again another time. The girl tried, harder, and harder, in a year, she tried three times, failing each and every time for the fact she was just too small, and weak. He kept pushing her though, setting her up for defeat, in a hope that she could always try again, when she was eleven, she joined the knights as a carrier, her feet light and nimble, and the girl easily ran messages throughout the white knights. She spent three years as a carrier, as the white knights rose to power in Asgarnia, the dreaded Kinshra portrayed as evil monsters in her mind. Perhaps because she was present in the Siege of Falador, or all the dark stories her father shared with her about the Black Knights, stubbornly, she knows that they are the true force of evil, and the white knights are good. As a carrier, her father had gotten her a bird, an egg of a falcon she helped hatch in Talvery, and raised it to be a carrier bird, as well as being able to intercept messages from other carriers. This bird, Hyperion, became one of her closest, friends. Her best friend being Julio, the boy whom she’d played with in the park so many years ago. The two of them went through tensions, being opposite genders, but mainly stayed true to their friendship, most of the awkwardness laying in Julio, not the shameless Lysia. Each year, she tried her hardest to become a white knight squire, disappointment each time. She disappointed her father, as well as herself, and him pushing her slowly began to backfire on him, and she sullenly began to dread becoming a white knight at all, finding herself inadequate, and unable to pass that stupid test. Him forcing her, as she edged into adolescence, would be his downfall, for she was a complete mimick of him, the second coming, hard headed and stubborn. She’d strive to choose her own path instead, one he was intent on not letting her take. At home, she faced solitude left alone with her mother, at dinner she’d be talking to her father, just to be interrupted by her mother, who though she talked rarely to Tiberious, often decided to do it whenever Lysia was trying to talk to her. She spent hours at home, talking to her, asking for her compassion, trying to be enough for her to even acknowledge her existence. She’d cry, beg, plead, anything she could to try to force her mother into looking at her, a hug, even a glance. Lysia would have been fine if she had just looked at her, not in her direction for once. But she never did, leaving Lysia to slowly grow sullen of compassion, her mother wouldn’t give it, and her father rarely ever did. She eventually broke, and began screaming at her mother, yelling anything she could to her, trying to get her to look at her. The woman just continued humming, not even looking up from washing her dishes as Lysia yelled out the foulest things she could, before storming off to her room, to cry. She was twelve years old, and Tiberious was off duty at the time, watching helplessly as his only daughter screamed her heart out, then burst into tears, to hide away in his room. He told himself she’d be okay for so long, he didn’t need to help the girl, she’d be able to figure it out on her own, but now he realized she needed someone to talk to, and hesitantly walked toward her door, knocking lightly, before entering. Placing himself on the edge of her bed, he talked soothingly to her, needing to sooth her much like he did when she was just a baby, when her mother wouldn’t do anything to help her either. This time though, it was the mothers fault she needed help, and as he slowly calmed his daughter, hugging her for a second, he marched out, and decided having her there caused more trouble for him and his daughter then it was worth. Nearly all night they fought, she screaming fouling at him how he was crazy, and their daughter had died twelve years ago, and him screaming back for her to go look at her, to see her child. It ended up with Tiberious kicking her out, it was his house, and he didn’t want her in it anymore, perhaps Lysia could find console if she didn’t have to stare that wench in the face each day, and not see a glimmer that meant she was looking back. So the father and daughter lived together, tension growing Lysia grew in age, beginning to strive more for freedom then to try to make her father happy. She’d given up on trying to make him happy, rather she’d strive to make herself happy, convinced that that’s all that mattered when she really thought about it. At fourteen, she took the test to become a scout, which some thought was even more challenging when it came to agility and speed, then a squires. She passed it easily, and enrolled herself into the ranks of a scout, each time her father tried to convince her to become a squire, to become what he wanted her to be, she shot him down, and now, if she ever took the squire tests, she’d fail them on purpose, convinced with the skills she learned becoming a scout, passing it would be easy. Her rebellious side flared up constantly, sullen with her father, she would disobey orders, and show how she could never become a knight in front of him. While, when he was gone, and it was just her, and other scout leaders, she’d listen perfectly, and she was actually quite good at becoming a scout, but was shot down each time is hoped for a scouting mission. Tiberious knew how dangerous scouting missions could be, they needed to sneak into Kinshra lairs, and out, without being caught. More often then not, young scouts would sneak in, and never return, thought to have died while they caught lurking inside the caves, and bases of the Black Knights. He had grown in rank, to become the Commander of the White Knights, so any missions she went on, went through him, and he often made up ones about guarding the city, or around it, in a hope to keep her safe. Even though he didn’t act like it, truthfully he loved his daughter, and if anything was to happen to her, he’d be heartbroken. All he could think about was how fragile she was, his protective nature coming out over all as he thought about her. She took it as he doubted her abilities, and sullen tensions grew between the pair even more, now a full fledged adult, still fighting on whether or not she could be alone, to leave. He had her though, threats to kick her out onto the street, to abandon her to be completely alone were one of the only things she’d respond to. She hated being alone, she couldn’t stand being in a room alone, striving for human interaction, let it be with someone she was so sullen with. Lysia had never had a chance to think of what she wanted to be, what she could be, him forcing her into the order of knights left her with little idea of what else in the world she’d do. The only plan she’d ever had ahead of her, was to never be knighted, the idea of becoming a knight would mean she’d have to give in to him, and that, she would never do. Her pride kept her from doing it, and so she planned to stay a scout forever, maybe perhaps to advance to a scout leader when she was older. ===Running away.===