After the Dawn:

the Alchemy pages of the great event, as told by Jayaha's scribe:

Sunlight shifts as another day moves into eve

The young scribe chews another betel nut. Closing his eyes and allowing the juice to flow down his dry throat .

Soft sighs, "I will be so glad when this has ended, my mistress has been consumed and saddened by this enterprise and I only wish her the happiness she deserves.."

Twas after that night, she rode alone for many, many years...... searching, always, for the one who made her, Until drawn into a darque shaded group, ones known for frequently wearing blaque, and majik, yet with crimson banner, many often keeping in the shadows, she felt a kinship, as it were, and joined
Velkyn Velve.
Chadeaux------/-----<@
~VV~

Shreds of innocence, like a curtain torn from window, frail as aged by sun. Lifeless murmurs, mirror, moonlit time travelers are they. Primal beings of the night, venture history are we. Alone together grouping always, love and death are one. Blood and passion, red and blaque white and moon doth shine. Time is irrelevant when gone is life, death is glory deep red velvet path. Shadows walk the endless journey, roam the ageless path. I am ancient, yet am ageless. Gathered together we are all alone, seeking fellowship and bonds, mysts of grey and now blaque darqueness, paths are woven, still, and silent, hair of jet, now skin of white, eyes with scarlet hue. Full and done, they are as one, and go well into the night. Moon and stars a colour silver, royal purple shades, robes of mysts, fogs and vapors, colours grande, stillness seeks the once felt passion.

And then..... my story unfolds.
Like a fog, shimmering white myst , one eve, a ride about the park, on her darquest night, air of innocence, she rode unafraid and dreaming, stars and moon on her hair and in her eyes gleaming, glittering sparks, a shifting breeze, the night is so alive......and yet a chill is in the air, an unknown fringe of fear, stealthy steps, up and then beside, terror in the eve, what was hidden now revealed, she dismounts, entranced by his ethereal beauty and magnetism, he takes her by the sleeve. Passion, prayer, hate and love, how can they all combine, sick fear and pain, soft felt touch of cold, heat pulsed veins, arouse. Her longest journey ever, embarked upon that eve. Innocent to victim, eternal path of old. Stars and forest, a place inside, longing for a gentleness, warm scent and soft, skin as cream so tender, fingertips whisper slowly....... >love<....... On the other side, darque and fearful hidden pain. startled she cries and tries to run, but swift is nights com
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Morals/Values: She holds an intricate set of values and morals, convoluted, contradictory, and complex. A mazelike labyrinth formed over her many years and experiences. They are such as this -
1. All for one, and that one being herself, be true to self forever.
2. Love is death. Hurt no one with this the cruelest weapon.
3. Live and fight for freedom and die the final death if you must defending that freedom.
4. Never discard friends made along the path you follow in the unfolding futures and past memories.
5. Look for wisdom always, in oneself and others, honour it.
6. Do whatever must be done to uphold belief number 1.

Member Bio : Chadeaux ne L'Syhiez's

Race: Darque eleven vampire
Height: 5'
Weight: 9 stone
Eyes: fyre garnet
Hair: mydnyght blaque, moonlyght shimmers
Age: 145
Weapon: Majik and a mhoonbleyhst blayde, a singularly slyght stiletto of merciless, measureless strength.

Description: Standing in the darqueness, as is her want, sylent moonlight shimmers off her mydnyght blaque hair, long it ripples and shines with her slightest movement, framing her face. Her skin so pale as if to be moonglow itself. Raising a finely arched brow, her lips of blood red ruby curve, smiling ever so slightly, deathwhite fangs ever so sharp grazing the red. Diminutive in stature, she stands aloof, ethereal power emanating from her sleek feline frame, pantherlike at rest. Years of running and riding have sculpted her like fine marble, every muscle her perfect slave. To gaze into her eyes, dare to be lost in their deep smokey purple, fyre garnet, burning ember depths