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Welcome
What are you doing here? A voice whispers from somewhere. In complete darkness, you have no idea where this noise is coming from, so you start to panic.
If you thrash about like that any longer you'll break something, the voice says monotonously, with an echo trailing behind the words. The voice sounds female, but is deep and flat. Come out already. Leave me alone. Startled, you hear the voice speak again... however it sounds different. It didn't echo, and it sounded more emotional.
The voice sighs. Welcome to the land of shadows, it says. It seems now you're here... you may as well find out who this is. Suddenly a light flashes, blinding you for a moment. The light fades, and you see a really odd looking Xweetok sitting not far from you, her head bowed and ears flat. She is emitting a maroon glow.
She lifts her head and looks at you. You're surprised to see sharp, cat-like red eyes staring at you. They seem to look piercingly right through you. Surprised, are you?
You widen your eyes as you realise that the Xweetok hadn't spoken, yet you could hear her voice. It occured to you that you could hear her thoughts... but shook that away. Of course that's not possible... right?
Basics
Name: Ameirynn (Ah - may - rin)
Gender: Female
Age: Teen (Exact age not specified)
Personality: Calm, enigmatic, dark
Colour: Red
Status: Single
Love: None (Pffft.)
Family: Mother - dead, father - presumably alive, sibling - Fericeus
Oddities
Ameirynn's voice always echoes, whether she is in a cave or not. No one is exactly sure why this is... presumably something in the throat or voicebox.
Personality
Ameirynn is a quiet creature by nature. She is not easy to anger. Ameirynn always keeps her emotions bottled up; she thinks showing her feelings is a sign of weakness. There is almost never any emotion in her voice.
She is dismissive to those she meets, talking to them one day and leaving them the next. She finds it difficult to make and keep friends because of this.
Ameirynn often gives off an evil vibe, but she doesn't mean to. Secretly she wishes someone could see past her dark facade and find the true Xweetok beneath.
Appearance
Love...?
Family
Mother
My mother... she... she's actually dead. Hmmph. I care not for her anymore. She didn't like me when I was a child, but I loved her. She seemed to like my brother more than me. Unfortunately, I inherited most of my looks from her, but I don't have her long hair. She was Red, like I am.
Father
Dad? Oh yeah. I haven't seen him in years. I almost forgot what he looks like. He treated me like a proper daughter. He's still alive, but I don't know his whereabouts anymore. I'm not sure if inherited anything from my father, except for my short hair. It was Feri who inherited most of his father's looks. He was Cloud.
Brother
Fericeus is my older brother. He and I have a little score to settle... Feri can be a gentleman sometimes, and I used to look up to him. But that all changed. Fericeus means 'magic' in the Old Language. Fericeus is Striped.
Acquaintances
I have met pets on my travels, Ameirynn says. Such pets that have left a mark on my life are mentioned here.
Mystic
Mystic is a Princess of a fallen kingdom of ice. Me and someone else saved her from being buried by a pile of rocks. Because of this, she now owes us both. To summon her we call her staff, Aricatos. Mystic is a shady character, but I do not wish to get into her business. Best stay out of her way. I still have to think of how she can repay me... perhaps eliminate my brother for me? No... I shall do that myself.
Laibell
Ah... Laibell. What can I say about this creature? She has fallen victim to the Mind Control Collars and my ever growing power. I almost feel sorry for her. She was once an experiment and lived at a now abandoned laboratory. Now she is my little test subject. I toy with her mind because I can control it. She is not always under my spell, however; sometimes I lose connection with the girl completely. But I am hoping to change that. Bell will suffer from what I have been suffering for most of my life... and perhaps she will help me break free.
Likes and Dislikes
Ameirynn thinks for a moment. Must you know? Oh, fine. Whatever. I don't care either way. I like the darkness, it makes me feel better. I also like revenge. Do I like any normal things? Yes, actually. I like the colour brown.
What I don't like is betrayal. No. Not at all. I hate that, more than anything. I don't like the light too much.
Past
Oh... you're confused enough, I see. I suppose more information will clear that up. This is my past... Ameirynn clears her throat and hides her eyes from view, as if she can't bear to look at you as she tells her story.
I grew up in a relatively normal place, led a pretty normal life. I lived in a forest, like most Xweetoks do, with my family. My family at that time consisted of my mother, my father and my older brother. My voice was not as it is now, and I didn't look as creepy as I do now. I was educated in the ways of the forest, I was taught manners, history and everything else. It was a pretty decent life, now that I look back on it.
But as I grew older, I began to notice the odd looks everyone was giving me. My friends were probably the only ones not looking at me like that. Even my own mother and brother gave me strange looks from time to time, especially my mum.
One day I decided to confront my family about this, because it had been bothering me to no end. Everywhere I went there would be those looks. "Mum, dad, why does everyone look at me wierdly?" I asked.
My mother answered in a caring tone. "Ameirynn... we're really sorry for not telling you sooner. But... you're not normal." She closed her eyes and sighed, as if it was a relief to get that out in the open.
I stared at my parents, astonished. "What?" I squeaked, my fur bristling with shock. "What am I then?" I asked feebly, glancing at my brother. He had a knowing look in his eyes.
My father answered. "We're not sure, actually. But don't worry too much about it, Rynn." Rynn. That was a nickname I used to have. But no one calls me that anymore, not even my brother.
I glared at my dad. "How can I not worry about it? I hate the looks everyone is giving me! It makes me feel like some sort of creep! Why?! I've never done anything wrong!" I was getting into a fine temper. "What's wrong with me? Tell me, please!" I begged.
My brother intervened. "Ameirynn, calm down," he said quietly. "There isn't anything wrong with you. In fact, you and I are the same." He patted my head.
I took a deep breath in an effort to calm myself. "The same? Why?
My brother smiled reassuringly. "We're both magic. We've got special powers no one else has.
I looked at him stupidly. "Magic? Huh, sure. Then why doesn't anyone give you the look?
My brother, Fericeus, didn't reply. He just walked off.
It was some time later, I think a few months later, that I discovered what my name meant. Fericeus had found a very old book. He dragged it to our home, declaring, "Look! I've found a book!
I snorted. "Amazing.
Fericeus shook his head. "But look what's in it! Name translations! I found out my name means magic in the Old Language!" He seemed about to burst with pride and excitement. He never got like this. My curiousity piqued, I took the book. It was heavy and dusty. Opening it, I went over to the A section for names.
My father coughed. "Are you sure you want to find out what your name means, Rynn?
Ignoring him, I trailed my paw over the names. And that's when I found out. I looked for my name. After a while I found it, and looked at the translation... and gaped.
My eyes widened with shock and disbelief. "... Bad luck?" I spluttered. "My name means bad luck?" I stared hard at my parents. My father was looking extremely uncomfortable, looking the other way. My mother looked me straight in the eye.
Her red eyes gleamed. "Yes, Ameirynn. Your name means bad luck. I'm really sorry...
I immediately went into a fit of rage. "So you knew?" I growled. "You knew what my name meant?! And you never said anything?! No, wait, why did you name me this in the first place? I don't know what I've done to deserve such cruelty. Dubbed a bad name by my own parents! What is this world coming to?" My head thrust towards my father. "Look at me, dad! Look at me!
My mother hissed, "Ameirynn! Leave your father out of this, he didn't decide the name. I did. I decided both our children's names. Now, I'm sorry, as I said already, but...
I glared balefully at her. "Sorry? Sure you're sorry. I've seen the way you look at me. You gave me this name because you believed that I was bad luck, from the day - no, from the moment I was born! I can't believe you'd do such a thing! I hate you!
Fericeus looked at me guiltily, as if he had known this all along. I couldn't stop my eyes from watering. "No... Feri, you knew too? Why didn't you say something?
Fericeus looked away. "I swore not to say anything. Mum made me promise...
That had done it. I yelled out a curse and stormed out of the den. I blundered about in the forest, crying. Luckily, no one was around to see me. I stumbled to the ground and broke down.
After a while, I just lay there, drying my eyes, thinking things over. It then occured to me that I had never actually seen myself before... ever. I didn't know what I looked like, though I knew I had dark grey fur and red forepaws, and looked a little like my mother. I strolled around until I found a lake. Taking a deep breath, I peered down.
I could see my reflection clearly enough. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at myself. I was... my eyes... they weren't normal. The pupils were thin and sharp, and I looked a little evil. My eyes were red, like my mother's, except a lighter shade. Now I knew why I was recieving the looks. I looked like one of those monsters in paintings and stories.
I was thoroughly shaken. I didn't know what to think. It wasn't just my name that was bad, but my appearance as well. This was a huge blow. I kept thinking that it was all my mother's fault. I kept thinking that if she hadn't given me that name, I wouldn't be so ugly.
Fericeus suddenly approached me. He seemed to come out of nowhere. "So, you now know what you look like," he murmured.
I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to fight back more tears of disappointment. "Why am I so evil looking, Feri?" I asked. "Why?
Fericeus, once again, didn't answer. He turned around and made his way back to the den.
I didn't want to follow him back. I lay beside the lake, and collapsed into a disturbed slumber.
I had a dream that night. I saw myself, but this time I had wings, lovely, leathery demonic wings. They were black and grey, and I flew across the sky with them. Suddenly I saw my mother's face in the sun, and everything went dark.
My mother spoke harshly. "You shouldn't have been born. Ever. I should get Fericeus to dispose of you.
And then I woke up to birdsong and the sun warming my back. My resolve was clear. I should destroy my mother. The dream had seemed so real, I was posessed by it. In fact, I was posessed by some creepy force that was not only my dream.
I made my way back to the den, everything I could see had a purple tinge to it. Not bothering to wonder why, I found my mother still fast asleep. Everyone was still asleep.
I... I... made swift work of her. All it took was a claw, one single, poisonous claw.
Once my mother was gone, I started shivering and the purple tinge was gone. I was back to normal. I stared at my once-alive mother and started sobbing pitifully. I hadn't meant to do it. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Fericeus woke up and saw me wailing, my claws still unsheathed and saw the tell-tale signs of the crime. He put all the pieces together, and stared at me. "I can't believe you, Ameirynn," he said, his voice wobbling. "How could you do this?
I backed away, shaking my head, and ran for it. I ran as fast as my legs could manage, not daring to look back.
Everything was chaos after that. I travelled far from my home in an effort to escape my mistake, but it was always there, haunting me. Little did I know I was being followed.
Fericeus caught up to me one night and almost killed me. He was in a rage. He was using some magic, but I escaped it, and kept on running.
Fericeus kept following, following. I couldn't retaliate, I didn't know how to.
A couple of days later, Fericeus had caught up to me again. He seemed blinded by fury, attacking me, trying to destroy me. And then he gave me those wings, using a spell of some sort.
As quickly as they appeared attached to my back, they seemed to wilt. They were rotting away, but the bones were still strong.I watched in horror; I couldn't do anything. Those wings, I had always wanted them, ever since that dream... and they were gone. All that was left were the bones. The 'wings' were ripped, but I could still use them.
I was in shock. Fericeus left me then, to fend for myself. His departing words still haunt me today, Ameirynn, sister, you are a pathetic fool. As you know, we cannot escape fate...
I was so angry with him. As angry as when I had discovered the meaning of my name, and my mother's dislike towards me. And I swore I would get revenge on Fericeus someday for giving me these pathetic wings, and for hating me.
And this is where I am now.
You look at Ameirynn. That was a pretty sad past...
In case you are wondering, Ameirynn says, My echoing voice came to me as I grew older. You decide not to comment, and Ameirynn moves swiftly on to another subject.
Poetry
Our paths are entertwined, my friend
One cannot fight fate
However much I used to love you
It is now you that I hate
Your actions cannot ever be excused
What you did, I cannot forgive
You had stolen my very soul from me
And, because of you, I couldn't live
I can't believe you would do such a thing
Abandoning me in my time of need
My judgement is clouded, you've shattered my dreams
And now my warning words you must heed.
Your end is near, I said to you
You merely shrugged my threat away
Opened your mouth, spiteful words shot out
And this was what you had to say,
Ameirynn, sister, you are a pathetic fool,
As you know, we cannot escape fate
And if you wish to end my life so badly
I'm afraid that it's far too late...
You look at Ameirynn, taking this in. Had the Xweetok composed this poem herself? It seemed to be talking about her and... someone else. But who?
The subjects of this poem are my brother and I, Ameirynn says bluntly.
Toybox
Ameirynn looks at you oddly, one ear raised as if she seems confused. Hmmm. Her piercing red eyes keep staring at you as she fumbles through her thoughts in her mind. Now... I am sure guest wants to see something... what was it... Feri... oh, yes. The dark Xweetok almost smiles at you as she says, This is my 'toybox'. Where my little clones are stored.
And, if you wish to visit other places I have come across in my travels...
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