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Lynnira Zy'natae BloodMoon Sometimes, neither side truly wins ?? Lynnira Zy'Natae BloodMoon ?? ' The Female Knight ' ??? B eneath the title. Lynn To her friends, Lady of Crimson To the officers, Lynnira To everyone else. ??? T he years come and go. Twenty-Three ??? T he start of our existence 30th of April ??? B attle of the sexes. Female ??? G ender is nothing more than a label Pays little mind to the Genders of others, though, leans more towards men. ??? H ow high is high. Five feet, no inches. ??? A ren't we all the same deep down. Human in flesh. ??? T here is no other I am servant to Good. ? ?? g ? ? ??? A place to get lost Light baby blue. ??? D ivinely my own. Strawberry blond. ??? M irror mirror on the wall. A pair of glimmering baby blue orbs accent the fair, ivory skin that cover her frail bone structure. Her face was thin, with high cheek bones, a thin button nose and a set of full crimson pouty lips. A clever smirk commonly found gracing said face, those same glinting eyes gazing up towards her foes, friends and acquaintances alike. A dozen or so small orange freckles litter her skin, mostly on her cheeks and nose. Along her left hip was a large set of burn scars, from her younger years. Lynnira's strawberry blond locks were usually found tied into a long tail at the base of her neck, then rolled up into a bun under her helm. Rarely was her thigh length hair found let down to it's glory. Short, thin, petite, tiny, small.. are all the ways her physical stature is described by others. Though 'tiny' in height and weight, this knight was not shapeless or in other words 'flat'. Lynnira was quite shapely, a fair sized set of hips below her waist matching the not-overly large breasts on her chest. They were perfectly shaped, perfectly rounded and perfectly accenting her body. Lynnira was also not weak, not at all! Nor was she super muscular, her tummy was touched with abs, her thighs and arms muscled enough to carry her armor and weaponry easily. Loving the heat of battle, the rush of adrenaline and the excitement of victory this Knight was mostly found in her battle garb. She was always ready for something. Her full battle armor consisted of a thin layer of cloth and leather, to keep her skin from tearing against the metals above, and to stop any rashes. Then, a long chain mail tunic that hung past her hips and came up around her throat like a turtle neck. Then her plate. Her plate pieces were heavily adorned with her family's insignia - a crimson moon. It was specially fitted to the curves of her body, leather straps and metal clips holding it fast against her. The helm of her armor had the insignia on the left side, over where her ear was, and then a long, fluffy red plume. ? ? Valiant Temperamental Emotional Witty Persistent Aggressive ??? T he real me. Her choice of a Knightly career was a good one, she was constantly pushed by her hatred for dark not to be one to stand at the sidelines. Lynnira's persistent and aggressive personality traits add to this. Throwing herself whole-heartedly into the fray gave her joy, made her feel accomplished. With this aggressive nature, she also believes that the best defense is a good offense, and her tongue is as sharp as her blades. An easy one to anger, many stayed clear when it seemed as if her face were to explode into flames a sure sign of anger. Tiny things set her off into a violent anger. Her angers vary though, and you can tell what type of anger it is, she's feeling by her reactions. Even though anger was one of her strongest emotions, Lynnira seemed a bit.. moody at times. Her emotions changed quickly, her mind swayed from side to side, easily confused with different perspectives. That didn't mean she was dumb! No! Not at all, as said before, her tongue was as sharp as her sword. Witty, sarcastic and innuendo's flew from her mouth without much thought. because it required little. Her quick mind helped her on the battle field as much on the debate table. ??? T he past is history. Lynnira had led a rough life, easily shown by her manor. Her absolute and utter hatred of the Darkness was solidified by the death of her family by their hands. Although she had had some family, her mother had died in childbirth, delivering the young knight into the world. Then, at the young have of six years old, her village was rushed by the Darkness, her people killed. Only a faint memory of that night. She had been the daughter of a farmer, nothing special. She had an elder brother Of which she has no idea if he is alive or not. When the attack happened, Lynnira did what she was taught hide. She remembered clearly, how she climbed under her cot, and then pushed it over to completely hide her from view, though, allow her to see clearly. Although, in this case it was a bad thing. As the legions of Darkness raped and pillaged they also proceeded to burn. Down in ashes her village went. Bodies burnt and blackened. Her own home was in the furthest area, near the wheat fields. As her house burnt down, Lynnira was trapped. Trapped between the dirty floor, burning wall and tangled cot. She couldn't escape. Though, as she was giving up, accepting there was no way she could live, the young child heard a valiant cry from outdoors. Then the fire was gone. Only a burning feeling on her skin, clogged feeling in her throat and the ashes of her home. For a week Lynnira did not awaken. She slept in a different bed, in a different land in a different setting. When she finally did awaken, she was confused and scared. A nice chambermaid met her there, calmed her and without mincing words to the hard faced child who would not take 'no' for an answer spoke to her the bitter truth of her past life. But that wasn't the end. Lynnira was heart broken, destroyed, she couldn't think to ever being a normal peasant girl. So, to the Queen the young girl went. The six year old barged in on the court and demanded an audience with the Queen, whom was intrigued by her spirit, and accepted it. Pleading for all she was worth, she vowed her name, life and soul to the Queen and her land for one little thing.. Her Knight-Hood. The Queen thought long and hard on this, seeing as a female Knight was almost as rare as a Female Monarch. Though, after nearly three months of deliberating, she granting her the chance. And by the Gods did Lynnira prove herself. For four rather short years Lynnira acted as a Page. Then, quickly advanced into her six years as a Squire where she, at six-teen was ready to be dubbed a Knight. Already strong, toned and headstrong from her farming life, physical things came quickly to her. Such as weaponry and wearing armor. They prolonged her dubbing though, for two years, until her eighteenth birthday. Years later.. she was what she was. ? d ? ??? I 'm used to it When nervous, she rubs the side of her neck. When anxious she cracks her knuckles and rolls up onto her heels to crack her toes. Tends to play with a dagger almost sleepily when bored or waiting for something. When there is a body of water near, she moves as far away from it as possible. When she is controlling her fire, she flinches and sometimes freaks out and hurt herself. Moves close to the Eldest Knight when she can when it's raining. ??? R aindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. - Sweets - Playfully Dueling - Battles - Riding on her Horse - Humming Singing ??? W hen the dog bites. - Young Children - The Taste Smell of Alcohol - The Darkness.. all of them in general ??? W hen the bee stings. - Being Used Emotionally Sexually Physically - Water Feels weak when wet - Spiders ? ??? ?? ? ? ??? F eel my wrath. She had the power to manipulate fire. She can turn it, throw it, twist it, start it, end it, etc. Fire listens to her whispers. She can speak to it. She's not very good, with her magical abilities as of yet, as she's a very physical fighter and personal all around. She can hide herself in fire, not very helpful unless a town is on fire.. then it may come in handy. Her skills with fire are outlandish and not very useful in everyday things. She finds herself burning herself more than anything else. She lives in fear of completely surrounding herself in fire and dying because of it. Her burns are constant reminders. Lynnira had many skills in physical combat and other sorts of things. She was a master brawler Well, she did grow up with boys, weapons master and gymnast. Much more flexible than most humans. She mixed her gymnastics and her fighting together to make extremely complex looking moves. She used this as a dancing style too, as she studied some of the most exotic cultures, and realized their rituals often involved dancing in such a manner. She also had an uncanny ability to understand and communicate with animals. Domestic or not. ??? C ower beneath my blade. With a vast arsenal of weapons she only carried a few, even though she knew how to use many. She was a master in not only hand-to-hand combat, balded weapons and long-ranged melee weapons, but very skilled with a crossbow, not quite a master. Though, what she carried with her into battle wasn't quite that vast. She had a large two handed broad sword strapped to her back. It was a glorious looking weapon. It's metal blade crafted to be light weight for quicker attacks. The hilt's tip was encrusted with a red gem, shaped in a crescent moon. The hilt's handle was covered in silk and a soft cloth, for the best grip she could get. The Sheath across her back was leather straps with crimson embroidery. On her wrists and on her thighs she carried daggers, for when she was thought to be caught off guard. They were plain, light and sharpened often by herself. Her steed carried her last set of weapons. A thin bastard sword, embroidered and gemed just like her broadsword. A large shield, highly dressed up for show, but very effective. Along with her insignia for the crest, there were tiny little blades around the edge of the shield, so when she bashed in the face of her enemy, it would prick just a little. ? ? ? ??? T his connection is deep. She had a motherly-daughterly bond with the Queen, before her throne was taken. The other Knights are apart of her party. She has a special connection with the Eldest Knight, whom she respects like a master at least, that's all she'll admit aloud. ??? Y our sound of death. I Don't Care by Apocolyptica featuring Adam Gontier ??? F ulfil your curiosity. Lynnira is growing quite fond of the Eldest Knight, whom taught her most of what she knows now. She feels a very strong urge to be near him, and does not quite understand it. She'd never been in any sexual type situation with a man, nor woman, ever. She fears many things she will not admit, insects, water, even her own fire! She cannot swim, never learned how, never thought she'd need it. Lynnira finds herself wishing she had never asked to be a Knight when the emotional 'You are a female Knight therefore you will never be a wife or mother' stereotype comes along. Even as strong willed as she was... she always felt as if she could have the best of both words. ??? S how them proudly Text. Speech. 'Thought' Sincerely yours, Nymphetamine.