Daelynn / Erpheronian-Helcrani / Street Daisy

Name Daelynn
Nickname Dae
Age 17
Gender Male
Race Human
Tribe Erpheronian / Helcrani
Title Street Daisy

Occupation Not really adept at any other job, Daelynn makes most of his money through self prostitution.

Dae is the product of a... different lifestyle- his parent's abandonment, his sister's intense need for perfection, and his job on the streets all mix and twist together to make who he ultimately is today. This immensely effeminate beauty is a lover of men and women alike, a fact that he allows to be freely known by those around him. Commonly mistaken by most for a woman, he relishes in the fact that he is gorgeous enough to be considered such. And nothing amuses him more than to flirt with an unsuspecting man who will so quickly label him as one of the fairer sex. Lighthearted and carefree, he is a lovely person to spend one's time with, though he can become a slight bit expensive at times.

Description

Physical Appearance
- Height 1 Ped 2 Fores 1 Palmspan 1 Nailsbreadth
- Weight 1 Pygge 2 Heb 2 Od
- Hair Aeruillin Red
- Eyes Allia

Some would even describe Dae's appearance as regal. A sweet symphony composed of gentle lines and soft curves are smoothly molded to create gracefully feminine, blemish-free features. A loosely triangular face with a trim, softly curved jawline and high cheekbones add an almost regal air to his beautiful qualities. His brows are thin aeruillin red curves situated contentedly above his eyes. Beautiful almond shaped eyes, breathtakingly vivid shade of allia, are encased in a thick red, almost lacy-like, fringe of lashes. A small, sloped nose sits perfectly in the center of his face, evenly blended into the rest of his face. One can usually see him with his trademark grin playing across his simply kissable mouth. His plush, shapely peach lips are commonly found sensually curled back into a sly, seductive little grin, revealing a charmingly white set of straight, well cared for teeth.

Extensive aeruillin red tresses cascade carelessly to Dae's knees in spilky wave which curls slightly near the bottom. He cherishes his hair, believing it to be possibly the biggest part of his beauty and would never- never cut it. He doesn't style his hair on a daily basis; the carefully kempt hair falling in long unruly waves down his back to create a glossy cloak of hair enshrouding his lithe body. Though, should a day be slow and wholly uneventful, boredom may often find him plaiting multiple small braids into his hair for hours at a time. Finding himself in the midst of a physical fight, though it is an occurrence that rarely, if ever, happens, he will tie up his hair in a tail at the nape of his neck with a leather cord. Because of the extraordinary length of his hair it can become hard to manage while it is wet. As such, he will style it in one long, thick braid until it is dry. However, since his hair takes such a long time to dry no matter how it is styled, he will only wash it once every three days or so. Should he not have the opportunity to clean his hair during these intervals he can appear to become uncomfortable in his own skin.

Creamy caramel skin, almost bronzed, compliments his fiery hair and softly hued eyes, making each seem much more vivid than they actually are. His soft, clear complexion is like candy, leaving one with the smallest urge to touch, to taste. Nearly as spilky as his hair, his skin is smoothed over his lithe frame with plushness that nearly supplies him with softness that most women possess rather than the toned, cut muscles that thinner men have. Standing just above the average height for a woman, he is relatively thin for a man but what would be considered average for a woman.

Beauty and elegance. They were the two most important aspects of life that could ever be had as according to his eldest sister. Being raised by her, he had learned that supposed fact to an astonishing degree. Nothing upon his visage would ever suggest any form of masculinity, though he very well could alter his wardrobe and styling enough to be passable as a man. But such an endeavor has never appealed to him. As his sister did, he too prizes his beauty and elegance almost above all else and does well to display such via his outward appearance. A long, elegant neck hardly displays any trace of an adam's apple, if any at all and is something that he actually doubts exists at times, and sweeps down into somewhat narrow shoulders. His arms are long, thin, and ever so slightly toned, giving way to his bony wrists and his long fingered hands. Hands and arms that could, at a moments' notice, change from the gentle touch of a woman to the strong embrace of a man.

Just below his neck is the thin line of his collarbone twisting a beautifully bony border between his neck and chest. The bones stick out slightly, actually making it possible for one to grab it between their fingers or bite down upon it if they so desired. Bestowed with a thin torso, his chest is, of course being male, flat and lightly muscled as is his stomach. And though his waist is narrow and his hips slender, he was endowed with a rather cute bubble butt, which has been described by a few as simply "delicious", as has another part of him... but lets not get that intimately into details. Moving down further still one would find his legs, long, trim, and defined, they are obviously strong. Shapely calves descend into thin ankles and almost dainty, very feminine feet.

His slightly willowy body is just as feminine as his long hair and his beautiful face but is, however, not weak though it may look that way. Such muscles were not composed to form bulky brute strength but were rather spun into corded endurance-built strength spread throughout his effeminate form. Such endurance was not earned through lazing about, of course. Though he may be a whore, he still moves with measured skill that takes no effort at all as it was taught and used to such a degree that it is second nature to him. His fluid gestures flow in graceful rolling lines, as if his every movement were part of a dance, a soft sultry lulling formulated to enrapture the audience in a slow, sensual teasing torture.

Clothing
If there is any one material possession that Dae absolutely loves, it is jewelry. Though he wears a minimal amount of it due to his unfortunate lack of money, his poverty proving to make it considerably difficult to afford any of his own. Coveting jewelry so might be partially due to his attraction to beautiful things, not that he would ever hold a beautiful person and consider them to be an object. The small amount of jewelry that he does possess isn't anything extravagant or any kind of intricate piece of art, though he wishes it were.

The first piece of which is a thin, silver chain which hangs loosely about his neck. Originally the chain had an elegantly crafted pendant decorated with gems as red as his hair but, as poverty would have it, he had to pawn it off in exchange for coin with which to buy food and bed. Also, two rings decorate one of his long, nimble fingers. Both rest upon his right hand, wrapped around his index finger. Both of the rings are simple silver bands which had belonged to his mother.

He is commonly found wearing clothing that is more likely to put an emphasis upon his femininity rather than helping to define him as a male. He is partial to women's clothing, though he doesn't usually wear it. Unfortunately when he wears men's clothing it has the odd effect of making him seem more like a girl that had gotten into her big brother's closet and decidedly stole an outfit from him. Especially since everything he is wearing is stolen, thus an ill fit for him.

A dark green, almost black, long sleeved blouse hangs from his narrow shoulders and reaches down to his mid-thigh. The sleeves are fitted to his arms, though not tight, and are much too long, falling over his hands to his knuckles to reveal only his long, elegant fingers. At the waist his blouse is cinched by a worn, dark brown leather belt which oddly has the effect of giving the illusion that his hips are slightly wider. His pants, fitted, almost tight, are dark brown deer hide and are neatly tucked into the tops of his boots. His boots, also made of dark brown deer hide, come up to his mid-shin and are styled with a buckle at the top and at the ankle to hold them firmly in place.

Thrown over his attire is a rather fancy cloak that he 'borrowed' from a drunk beauty at a tavern one night. Dae had reasoned with himself that she didn't seem to need it at all. After all, she had been wearing two of them, both of which had seemed quite expensive, so he assumed that she'd have enough money to replace it. It had been awfully cold outside and he figured that she would be glad to provide such a stunning young man such as himself with charity. Often he uses the cloak as a blanket when he finds himself sleeping outdoors, though he does try to take care of it as best he can seeing as it is the nicest piece of clothing he has. The cloak that he took wasn't nearly as nice as the other one but, in his opinion, was much more tasteful. The cloak is a thick, deep black material which is gathered at his throat by an intricate silver clasp in the design of a butterfly. The hood is thickly lined with gray fur for warmth.

Personality

Dae is often taken for a supposedly being shallow person. Though it is, in all honesty, the truth to say that he is firstly attracted to someone due to their appearance, he does have a much deeper side. But he is not much bothered by deep thought or contemplating things such as the meaning of life. He doesn't like to think about things too hard, as that usually just complicates everything. Instead he'd rather go about and think of things as logically and shortly as possible.

"Whats the meaning of life?" one might ask him.

And his response would undoubtedly be, "Live."

But should one ask him what he might mean by this, he wouldn't bother gracing them with an answer. He wouldn't bother thinking into it too much either. Instead, he'd simply smile and laugh and move on to other things. This boy is in no way stupid, though. He can hold an intelligent conversation, should he feel so inclined. But mostly his antics consist of dancing about, laughter and flirting.

He is a very observant individual, namely because he takes a flirtatious interest in practically everyone around him. Always aware of his surroundings, he isn't one to miss a beat. Ah, and how flirtatious he can be. Attracted to any pretty face, he flirts with just about anything that's humanoid. He doesn't discriminate who he is attracted to, finding that almost everyone has qualities that make up for their flaws. Unlike his elder sister, Sylvianna, he is not a perfectionist, though he does pay very much attention to his appearance. Though he is unaware of how beautiful he really, honestly is, he likes to keep himself as well kempt as possible.

Compassionate and loving, he is immensely friendly to everyone and will befriend anyone who will have him. Though he is loyal, sometimes it tips over and he become downright gullible and painfully naive. But this is often a symptom of his undying need to never be alone. Though he tries to ignore it, he is often bothered by the prospect of being alone. Abandonment is one of his fears, though he doesn't really have anyone left to abandon him save for his cat, Crabby Jack. Often people view him as clingy and overly dependent upon others, though he isn't.

Though he is no stranger to abuse, he doesn't let his past bother him in recent times. Simply saying that to dwell upon the past is pointless, as what is happening here and now has nothing to do with it. But, should he see someone being abused he won't hesitate to attempt to help them. He can't help but rush headlong into such situations, though he honestly wants nothing more than to avoid conflict. Happy and charming, he is highly sociable and loves to be around people. Though, some may think that he is a slight bit self centered. But, isn't everyone?

Dae is not one thing or another, really. To tell the truth, he is betwixt many things while all at once being each thing fully, yet not at all. His physically effeminate appearance often marks him as a female and he has never once, in all his life, dared to challenge such a statement from anyone as it is both true and false all the same and cannot be corrected without also being incorrect. It is a complicated paradox to comprehend, to be sure, but one that is very clear and simply laid out in his mind. A most complex position to put himself in, yet it should be very easy to understand as well. Whilst his body is very much male in gender, though he may appear, sound, act very much like a member of the fairer sex, the fact remains that he is not either in their entirety but is, instead, both. A man in body? A woman in mind? Or is it vise versa? Who is to know? He is neither. He is both. Does it matter? He is not just a lover of men and women alone but a lover of all humanoid beings, if you can expand your mind wide enough to have the girth and depth to grasp such a concept.

Though he is very much a male, his effeminate qualities outweigh his masculine qualities by such a monumental leap that none would hardly even have the audacity to assume such a dastardly thing as presume him to be male. This impeccably impressive beauty could very well alter his appearance just enough to pass as a man, but such an endeavor has never appealed to him. Why waste all his possibly innate feminine body language by posing as a male? But don't assume wrong. He could very well preform the act of being a man surely just as well as he does with that of being a woman. A lover of many, he is willing to love anything humanoid. He can make himself seem anything to fit the part. His presence could fill up the room, his hands could be strong, and his eyes could hold a lust that is only found when a man looks at a woman. His presence could seem minuscule, practically insignificant under the intensity of others, his hands seem soft, and his eyes could hold a heated passion that is only found in the face of a woman gazing at her lover. He is an actress and an actor lain in sheets of linen for pretty pennies and the bedroom is his stage.

Strengths
- Pocket Picker Living on the road for the past four years, Dae has made exponential progress in various different skills that help him survive. Nimble fingers upon swift hands with quick reflexes give Dae the upper hand when dealing with people. Well, at least as far as dealing with their pocket change and jewelry goes. Though he does do more than merely steal from peoples' pockets on rare occasions, this is one of his main skills and he uses it to the best of his abilities almost daily. He began pickpocketing about four years ago and, though he is in no way a professional in the art, he has become rather efficient at it.
- Uncanny Grace Dae possesses grace that even trained dancers envy. He is extremely limber and has excellent balance. His body language is like a subtle dance filled with fluttering, expressive movements that often contribute to his seeming feminine. Even when in a state of considerable exhaustion, he moves with a fluid grace matched only by the swift balance of a cat. He could make a rather beautifully apt dancer should he put his time into such.
- Spread the Love Dae is an extremely social person. He loves having company and is very nice to everyone regardless of their race, sex, tribe, disposition, or occupation. Friendly, sweet, and compassionate, he wouldn't hurt a fly if he could avoid it. Being as amiable and easygoing as he is, he befriends all who will have him and flirts even more. Often, because he dislikes physical violence, he will be the first one to see reason and can be found playing peacemaker should a dispute breakout.
- Show Some Muscle Dae is in no way a physically weak person. Though he appears to be rather frail and thin, he is much stronger than he looks. And he doesn't tend to give this little secret away. He enjoys allowing others to have the illusion that he is merely a woman. This often gives him the element of surprise should a fight breakout and avoiding physical violence become impossible.
- Flail That Sword Dae’s skill with a sword is not something to be envied by even those who know nothing about wielding a sword. His skills with the weapon barely even rise to that of a novice's. But, nonetheless, he still carries one upon his hip. Untrained, save for the small amount of time that he’s put in attempting to teach himself, he will wield his sword should he feel he has no other choice.
Weaknesses
- Mr. Gullible Dae is extremely gullible. Not so much that you could talk him into believing that the sky is pink and up is down, but it's a close call to make. He has a severe disadvantage when dealing with people who hurt him as he is too trusting of them. He thinks that just because they apologized for a wrong that they did to him, that they have changed in some small way and won't do such to him again. The moment that someone tells him that he is their friend, he will fold to their every whim. He would bend over backwards to make them happy should he grow even the slightest bit attached to them and should someone fool him into believing that they loved him, he would do just about anything that they tell him to. Unfortunately, his unfaltering loyalty breaks the barrier and tumbles into being right out gullible, an attribute that often leaves him in rather bad situations.
- Don’t Leave Me! Dae has a very strong, very real fear of being alone. Being completely alone scares him more than anything else. He often can be found in crowded places due to this, thus is easy to find should you look for him. Should he befriend someone and they intend to leave, he will argue and complain that he wants them with him. Some people think that he is merely clingy, a quality that many consider to be annoying. Sometimes others even view him as self centered because he has such a strong need to be surrounded by people all of the time. Regardless, should he be completely isolated from everyone else he can become manic and will often be subject to panic attack, especially if he were to wake up in a room completely alone.
- I Forgive You He is much too forgiving, often giving forgiveness even to those who have hurt him more than once. Even if the person started out as an enemy, should they ask for forgiveness he will give it. It is unfortunate that he does such so easily, especially since all he really wants is friends. More than not, Dae is often left in a much more abused state than before due to his inability to hold any kind of grudge towards pretty much anyone.
- Look At The Shiny Often Dae is easily distracted, making it exceedingly difficult for him to focus on the task at hand. Many different things may catch his interest, pulling him away from what he is doing or who he might be talking to, such as shiny objects or attractive people. Many times this has gotten him into trouble as he is sometimes seen as rude for the seeming sudden loss of interest in a conversation that he is having with someone. Many times he may start a conversation with someone and then, while in the middle of speaking to them, he will simply wander away. However rude this may seem, he doesn't mean for it to happen, he just is misfortune enough to have a short attention span at times.

Belongings

In small, brown leather bag, which he stole from his sister Sylvianna, to carry all of his belongings:
- A small, brown leather pouch with an undisclosed amount of money.
- A compass that he stole off a man.
- A needle, thread, bandages, and some medicinal herbs. (also stolen)
- A stolen canteen.
- His hairbrush, gifted to him by his sister, Lynn.
- A few strips of leather used to tie up his hair.
- Icemilk soap and leaves stolen from a vendor.
- A dark purple wool-knit jacket that he had tailor made to fit Crabby Jack for climates that are colder than the 'naked cat' is accustomed to.
Weapons
- Cutlass: A rather plain cutlass hangs at Dae's left hip. Though he doesn't have any formal training on how to use any kind of sword, he has attempted to train himself. The blade is a little bit over one fore in length and has the distinct curve that it is known for. The handle of this sword is nothing special, merely being wrapped in leather. The basket guard of the sword consists of several bars that have twisted, spiraling patterns. This is his primary weapon, other than his fists, as it is his only weapon.

Familiar

Basic Information
- Name Crabby Jack
- Gender Female
- Age 2 years
- Race Feline
- Breed Strata Cat
- Time Owned 2 years

Details
- Fur Color Light Barsa Dusk
- Eye Color Gnastheen Green
- Height 3 Palmspans
- Weight 1 Hafeb, 2 Ods, 2 Mutts
  
  Crabby Jack has big gnastheen green eyes set into an elegant catty face. The expression on her little feline face seems to be trapped in a perpetual state of surprise or shock. Her ears are large triangles which sit atop her head, flicking and swiveling in alert attentiveness. Her light barsa dusk hued fur is barely longer than one grain in length. At first she may seem to be overly gaunt, as if she were severely starved. But a second look will reveal that her body is sleek and lithe, with long graceful legs that end with quaint, sharply clawed paws. She's a quick one, that cat, and her long legs help her to move like lightning at a whim. A long, thin tail helps her keep her balance.
- Clothing
  A deep purple wool-knit jacket that Dae had tailor made to fit her, though she doesn't wear it unless in colder climates.
- Personality
  Crabby Jack is a flighty cat. Quick on her feet, she will be the first to react and is gone in a flash. But she always returns to Dae's side. She enjoys hunting lizards and rats. The sport being her favorite thing next to running around with no particular destination and head-butting random objects. And, unlike her owner, she is very much a morning person... or would that be, morning cat? Hyper and happy, she is just as easily distracted by shiny objects as Dae is. But nothing makes her happier than prowling in circles around other cats and, even more, around rats or lizards regardless of whether or not she intends to kill and eat it.
- Further Information
  - Month of Birth Smól'evathón
  - Place of Birth Strata
    
    Crabby Jack was found a few weeks after her birth in an alley of Strata. Like Dae, her mother had abandoned her. Or lost her. Neither her nor Dae were quite sure which it was. From that day onward he kept her with him always, giving her a silly name that, in her catty opinion, didn't suit her in the least. Often, Dae and Crabby Jack can be seen walking listlessly in a random direction or basking in the sun together.
History
- Day of Birth 18th day of Efér'ypheró
- Place of Birth Nyermersys
Dae was the youngest of his siblings. He never knew his parents and didn't really think about it that often. In fact, it never really occurred to him that he might have parents and he never really took the time to consider it. He was born in the city of Nyermersys and lived with his five siblings. Sylvianna was sixteen years his elder and was the head of the household. She supplied them with shelter and clothing, often leaving them to fend for themselves when it came to food. The years droned on at an excruciatingly slow pace, often leaving the children to believe that they would never escape from the place that they lived in. Dae, however, was optimistic and naively happy, as many children are.

They lived in a run down house inside the city limits. The floors and doors moaned when you walked on them and there always seemed to be a haze of dust inside. Inside was the minimal amount of furniture needed to house seven people and then some. The house had three bedrooms, two of them were used and one saved for more sinister activities. The first room was large and nicely organized with a bed large enough for two. But only Sylvianna slept in this room. The second had six bedrolls laid out upon the floor and two wooden chests which contained their clothing. They possessed no toys and the only things that were left behind by their parents was a box of jewelry and a sword which Sylvianna kept locked away in her room.

Sylvianna often kept all her siblings in line by threatening to leave them, abandonment being on of their biggest fears. She was absolutely obsessed with beauty and had very set opinions of what was beautiful and what was not. Often she would be subject to panic attacks should she not be able to efficiently do a certain task in just the right way. Very strict in her ways, she punished anyone who didn't do chores given to them in the exact way that she wanted them to be accomplished. To her, failure was not an option and neither was imperfection. She didn't allow anyone to cut their hair. Blemishes, unkempt hair, messy clothing, dirty faces were not tolerated and she did everything in her power to make her younger sisters and brothers look as perfect as possible. She treated them all the same; like little girls.

They all had basically the same look about them. Sylvianna was tall with ample curves and deep reddish-brown hair that was long enough to brush her hips. She was thin yet surprisingly strong and her deep blue-grey eyes always seemed to hold a look of contempt in them, as if she were disappointed with everything around her all of the time.

Her younger sisters, (in order of birth) Francesca, Lynn, and Annabelle looked almost exactly like her and were often mistaken for her daughters rather than her sisters. However, subtle differences were present besides the obvious height difference. Francesca and Annabelle's faces were softer and more oval than the triangle that Sylvianna and Lynn’s faces were. All four of them had the same color eyes, though in different shades. Adenyn didn't look much different from Sylvianna either, though he was distinctly male and had bluer eyes. He had a squared jaw, unlike Dae, and thinner lips.

They looked as similar as only family members could look to each other and they lived like a family for the first handful of years together. Sylvianna took care of them, though her kindness was often absent when she dealt with them.

A few years rolled on and Dae soon had his fifth birthday, an occasion that wasn't really much of an occasion at all short of announcing to everyone who cared to stop and listen that he was in fact five years of age.

“I’m five today!” he'd say merrily, holding up a hand with all of his fingers out. His dirty face fixed with a smile brighter than the sun itself. Of course, no one particularly cared. Though one woman, whom was kind enough, did stop and kneel down to speak with him.

“Really?” She said, voice sweet as honey.

“Uhhuh!” Dae nodded enthusiastically, cranking up the volume of his smile as much as he could.

The woman laughed, a light sound that was faintly similar to that of tiny bells. She was tall, in Dae’s eyes, and beautiful. All long hair and blue eyes. “Well aren't you just the prettiest child?” the woman said, mistaking Daelynn for a girl. And it wasn't a surprise to him. Though he knew that he was a boy, he had grown used to people thinking that he was a girl.

“Am I?” He asked sweetly. But before the woman could answer him, Sylvianna spotted his merry conversation with the stranger and swooped down upon them like a bad dream. She roughly grabbed him by the arm, stiffly apologized to the woman, and then dragged him off back to their little run down house.

“Never,” she snapped, “Never talk to anyone unless I tell you to. Never.”

Daelynn merely nodded, wide eyed and slightly frightened. She proceeded to drag him into the house where she harshly scrubbed his face and hands clean.

A few months later Sylvianna, 21 at the time, began forcing Francesca(12) and Lynn(12) to start working, though no one was willing to hire a child for labor. There were, Sylvianna said, other things that people would want from such pretty girls, and promptly sent them out to make money. She said that she had done the same to keep the family fed and clothed and that it was time that everyone else started pitching in.

Less than a year later, Sylvianna sent Annabelle(11) to work along side with her sisters Francesca and Lynne. But she would have nothing of it. Instead she ran away and didn't return that night. No one knew what happened to her, really, and Sylvianna didn't care.

“If she could run away from her family then she's not worth our time,” she said.

The household functioned in the same way that it always did. A year after Annabelle's disappearance, Adenyn(11) was out working with his two elder sisters while Sylvianna stayed home and lounged around the house. She had Dae cleaning the house constantly and, seemingly out of boredom, would beat him should he do something even the slightest bit wrong. But over the years he began to grow accustomed to her seeming hatred towards him. That is, after all, what he suspected it to be for she didn't beat anyone else nearly as much as she did him.

Within two weeks of his eleventh birthday, Dae received special treatment from Sylvianna, Francesca, and Lynn. They did his hair, filled with braids here and there, and dressed him as nicely as they could manage. It turned out that he cleaned up even better than they thought he would. But it didn't matter. He was taught the basics of what he was supposed to do and then he went out with Lynn to work.

“You have to start pulling your weight like everyone else around here, Daelynn.” Francesca had told him matter of factly before he left the house with Lynn.

He decided that he didn't like what was happening one bit. His first client was a male, who obviously had thought that he was a female. But when he found out otherwise, he didn't seem to much care. This, however, did not go so well for Dae as.. Well.. Let's just say that he didn't enjoy the experience in the least. However horrible he found this to be, he got a great deal of satisfaction from the amount of money that he received from it. He finally understood why they were living so well without parents and without anyone having an actual job. He also realized that the more money that he brought into the house on a daily basis the more extravagant things that he was allowed to have.

Two years after he began working Adenyn was killed. One of his customers over zealously strangled him while in the midst of... business.

However, Dae’s life rolled on and in between working and cleaning the house for Sylvianna, Lynn and Francesca taught him how to dance just a little. How to do his hair on his own. How to flirt effectively. He was a fast learner and he did everything as well as he could. He had a natural knack for flirting and soon wasn't quite sure when he was and wasn't flirting with someone.

During his thirteenth birthday, an occasion during which his sisters dressed him up in a rather spectacular looking dress, he decided that he'd had enough of living at home. He wanted to do something more with his life than remain trapped in the same old city with his sisters. He wanted to see everything there was to see. He wanted to do everything that he could find to do. He wanted to fall in love. Fall out of love. He, to say it simply, wanted adventure.

So, on a whim, he did exactly what he wanted. He waited a few weeks and then he left home. Simple as that. He waited for everyone to have fallen asleep and, in the midst of the night, left with just the clothing on his back and a few possessions that he 'borrowed' from his family. He rummaged through a small broom closet in Sylvianna’s bedroom. Anything that his parents might have left, along with his sisters' old belongings, that hadn't yet been pawned off would be in there. He took with him a rather nice brush that Lynn had given him as a present, two of his mother's rings, one of Sylvianna’s leather bags, an ample supply of money and food and water, and a sword that he found amid his father's old belongings.

He had never gotten swordsmanship lessons and thus didn't much know how to use the sword that he carried on his hip. But he carried it with him nonetheless. The rings, he learned, were a slight bit too big and thus he kept them in his bag for safe keeping.

Within the two years of traveling, he managed to make it to Strata. A rather great city, in his opinion. There he found a kitten that someone identified for him as a Strata Cat. It wasn't hurt or anything special. Dae suspected that it was lost or abandoned by its mother. So, instead of leaving it, he took it with him and named her Crabby Jack. The cat was a cute little thing and since Dae had developed an aching need to be accompanied by someone or something, Crabby Jack supplied him with just that.

Dae spent the next two years with Crabby Jack, slowly making his way through Southern Sarvonia, traveling from city to city. He wandered listlessly across the Southern Sarvonia with no set destination, unsure of what he was looking for exactly. He stayed in one place only long enough to make a little money to supply himself and his cat with food and water, though only barely, before moving on.

Now, during the day, Dae and Crabby Jack can often be seen either walking listlessly to the next city or basking out in the sun together.

Just whilst was reading through history....

Daelynn was the youngest of his siblings. He never knew his parents and didn’t really think about it them? that often. In fact, it never really occurred to him that he might have parents and he never really took the time to consider it. He was born in the city of Nyermersys and lived with his six siblings. Sylvianna was sixteen years his elder and was the head of the household. She supplied them with shelter and clothing, often leaving them to fend for themselves when it came to food. The years droned on at an excruciatingly slow pace, often leaving the children to believe that they would never escape from the place that they lived in. Daelynn, however, was optimistic and naively happy, as many children are.

They lived in a run down house inside the city limits. The floors and doors moaned when you walked on them and there seemed to always be always seemed to be a haze of dust inside. Inside was the minimal amount of furniture needed to house seven people and then some. The house had three bedrooms. comma instead of fullstop? Or possibly a ; Two of which were used and one saved for more sinister activities. The first room was large and nicely organized with a bed large enough for two. But only Sylvianna slept in this room. The second had six bedrolls laid out upon the floor and two wooden chests which contained their clothing. They possessed no toys and the only things that were left behind by their parents was a box of jewelry jewellery and a sword which Sylvianna kept locked away in her room.

Sylvianna often kept all her siblings in line by threats to leave them, with threats to leave them, or by threatening to leave them abandonment being on of their biggest fears. She was absolutely obsessed with beauty and had very set opinions of what was beautiful and what was not. Often she would be subject to panic attacks should she not be able to efficiently do a certain task in just the right way. Very strict in her ways, she punished anyone who didn’t do the chores given to them in the exact way that she wanted them to be accomplished. To her, failure was not an option and neither was imperfection. She didn’t allow anyone to cut their hair. Blemishes, unkept hair, messy clothing, dirty faces were not tolerated and she did everything in her power to make her younger sisters and brothers look as perfect as possible. She treated them all the same, ; instead of comma? like little girls.

They all had basically the same look about them. Sylvianna was tall with ample curves and deep reddish-brown hair that was long enough to brush her hips. She was thin yet surprisingly strong and her deep blue-grey eyes always seemed to hold a look of contempt in them, as if she were disappointed with everything around her all of the time.

Her younger sisters, (in order of birth) Francesca, Lynn, and Annabelle looked almost exactly like her and were often mistaken for her daughters rather than her sisters. Though, no comma needed. Or use “however” instead subtle differences were present besides the obvious height difference. Francesca and Annabelle’s faces were softer and more oval than the triangle that Sylvianna and Lynn’s faces were. All four of them had the same color eyes, though in different shades. Adenyn didn’t look much different from Sylvianna either, though he was distinctly male and had bluer eyes. He had a squared jaw, unlike Dea, and thinner lips.

They looked as similar as only family members could look to each other and they lived like a family for the first handful of years together. Sylvianna took care of them, though her kindness was often absent when she dealt with them.

A few years rolled on and Daelynn soon had his fifth birthday, an occasion that wasn’t really much of an occasion at all short of announcing to everyone who cared to stop and listen that he was in fact five years of age.

“I’m five today!” He’d say merrily, holding up a hand with all of his fingers out. His dirty face fixed with a smile brighter than the sun itself. Of course, no one particularly cared. Though one woman, whom was kind enough, did stop and kneel down to speak with him.

“Really?” She said, voice sweet as honey.

“Uhhuh!” Dae nodded enthusiastically, cranking up the volume of his smile as much as he could.

The woman laughed, a light sound that was faintly similar to that of tiny bells. She was tall, in Dae’s eyes, and beautiful. All long hair and blue eyes. “Well aren’t you just the prettiest child?” the woman said, mistaking Daelynn for a girl. And it wasn’t a surprise to him. Though, no comma needed he knew that he was a boy, he had grown used to people thinking that he was a girl.

“Am I?” He asked sweetly. But before the woman could answer him, Sylvianna spotted his merry conversation with the stranger and swooped down upon them like a bad dream. She roughly grabbed him by the arm, stiffly apologized to the woman, and then dragged him off back to their little run down house.

“Never,” she snapped, “Never talk to anyone unless I tell you to. Never.”

Daelynn merely nodded, wide eyed and slightly frightened. She proceeded to drag him into the house and where she harshly scrubbed his face and hands clean.

A few months later Sylvianna, 21 at the time, began forcing Francesca(12) and Lynne(12) to start working, though no one was willing to hire a child for labor. There were, Sylvianna said, other things that people would want from such pretty girls, and promptly sent them out to make money. She said that she had done the same to keep the family fed and clothed and that it was time that everyone else started pitching in.

Less than a year later, Sylvianna sent Annabelle(11) to work along side with her sisters Francesca and Lynne. But she would have nothing of it. Instead she ran away and didn’t return that night. No one knew what happened to her, really, and Sylvianna didn’t care.

“If she could run away from her family then she’s not worth our time,” she said.

The household functioned in the same way that it always did. A year after Annabelle’s disappearance, Adenyn(11) was out working with his two elder sisters while Sylvianna stayed home and lounged around the house. She had Daelynn cleaning the house constantly and, seemingly out of boredom, would beat him should he do something even the slightest bit wrong. But over the years he began to grow accustomed to her seeming hatred towards him. That is, after all, what he suspected it to be for as she didn’t beat anyone else nearly as much as she did him.

Within two weeks of his eleventh birthday, Daelynn received special treatment from Sylvianna, Francesca, and Lynn. They did his hair, filled with braids here and there, and dressed him as nicely as they could manage. It turned out that he cleaned up even better than they thought he would. But it didn’t matter. He was taught the basics of what he was supposed to do and then he went out with Lynn to work.

“You have to start pulling your weight like everyone else around here, Daelynn.” Francesca had told him matter of factly before he left the house with Lynn.

He decided that he didn’t like what was happening one bit. His first client was a male, who obviously had thought that he was a female. But when he found out otherwise, he didn’t seem to much care. This, however, did not go so well for Daelynn as.. Well.. Let’s just say that he didn’t enjoy the experience in the least. However horrible he found this to be, he got a great deal of satisfaction from the amount of money that he received from it. He finally understood why they were living so well without parents and without anyone having an actual job. Daelynn also realized that the more money that he brought into the house on a daily basis the more extravagant things that he was allowed to have.

Two years after he began working Adenyn was killed. One of his customers over zealously strangled him while in the midst of... business.

However, Daelynn’s life rolled on and in between working and cleaning the house for Sylvianna, Lynn and Francesca taught him how to dance just a little. How to do his hair on his own. How to flirt effectively. He was a fast learner and he did everything as well as he could. He had a natural knack for flirting and soon wasn’t quite sure when he was and wasn’t flirting with someone.

During his thirteenth birthday, an occasion during which his sisters dressed him up in a rather spectacular looking dress, he decided that he’d had enough of living at home. He wanted to do something more with his life than trapped in the same city with his sisters. He wanted to see everything there was to see. He wanted to do everything that he could find to do. He wanted to fall in love. Fall out of love. He, to say it simply, wanted adventure.

So, on a whim, he did exactly what he wanted. He waited a few weeks and then he left home. Simple as that. He waited for everyone to have fallen asleep and, in the midst of the night, left with just the clothing on his back and a few possessions that he “borrowed” from his family. He rummaged through a small broom closet in Sylvianna’s bedroom. Anything that his parent’s might’ve left, along with his sister’s old belongings, that hadn’t yet been pawned off would be in there. He took with him a rather nice brush that Lynn had given him as a present, two of his mother’s rings, one of Sylvianna’s leather bags, an ample supply of money and food and water, and a sword that he found amid his father’s old belongings.

He had never gotten swordsmanship lessons and thus didn’t much know how to use the sword that he carried on his hip. But he carried it with him nonetheless. The rings, he learned, were slightly bit too big either slightly too big or a bit too big, you can’t have both

and thus kept them in his bag for safe keeping.

Within the two years of traveling, he managed to make it to Strata. A rather great city, in his opinion. There he found a kitten that someone identified for him as a Strata Cat. It wasn’t hurt or anything special. Dae suspected that it was lost or abandoned by it’s mother. So, instead of leaving it, he took it with him and named him Crabby Jack. The cat was a cute little thing and since Dae had developed an aching need to be accompanied by someone or something, Crabby Jack supplied him with just that.

Daelynn spent the next two years with Crabby Jack, slowly making his way through Southern Sarvonia, traveling from city to city. He wandered listlessly across the Southern Sarvonia with no set destination. Unsure of what he was looking for exactly. Staying He stayed…. in one place only long enough to make a little money to supply himself and his cat with food and water, though only barely, before moving on.

Now, during the day, Daelynn and Crabby Jack can often be seen either walking listlessly to the next city or basking out in the sun together.

Awwh I love him!