Lyesbette Vandera I/C

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Appearence


Name: Lyesbette Vandera

Age: 20

Eye color: green

Sex: female

Height: 5 foot 5

Hair color/style: curly/black

Race: Sidhe Pronounced Shee Part human

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Personality

Lyesbette loves to have fun! She may be secretive at times, but she does long for someone to trust. She lives in her own little world where nothing can touch her, She pretends that the world around her does not effect her, when in reality she is sensitive to others emotions as if they were her own.

She loves animals, She feels closer to them then to any human like creature. She feels like she isn't quite a part of this world, probably because of her family history. She can be insecure at times but you better believe she wont hesitate to tell you whats on her mind. She is very outspoken and sarcastic, But also very loyal and honest.
She is overly romantic, She loves her novels more then real life sometimes. Also she LOVES music, music is a huge part of her life.


Likes and dislikes

Likes

The water

The night

Stars

Reading Romance novels

Cooking

Magic

Singing

Dancing

Dislikes


Daytime

fish

Her family

Cookies lacking chocolate

People with bad taste in music

Will post more later

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[glow=red,2,300]Her past
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Lyesbette was raised in the very kingdom of her Sidhe people. She was actually 2nd in line for the thrown, her brother being the 1st. When lyesbette was very young, she was taught by her aunt. Her aunt was a wicked person, As beautiful as spring but as cold as the very ice of winter. She filled Lyesbettes head with nonsense, making her truly believe thats she was unwanted by the kingdom because of her tainted blood. Her aunt believed that only the purest of the Sidhe could reside in the Seelie court. And she hated Lyesbette for being closer to getting the thrown then she was. You see she wanted her son, Gareth, to rule, and she would rule through him. Her aunt constantly abused her, and eventually, drove her to run away from the only home she had ever known. Her mother and older brother Derick were the only ones that had ever shown real love and kindness to her, but after her mother died, her home was a different place. Because then, the kingdom had learned of her mothers blood. Which held just enough human blood, so that that she, unlike her children and husband, would not live forever...Lyesbette hadn't seen her father smile or laugh after her death. Her aunt had always made her believe it was because her was ashamed of his mixed daughter, and therefore wanted nothing to do with her. When in reality, The only reason he could never truly look at Lyesbette is because of her striking resemblance to her mother. But by the time she would have understood that, Lyesbette was already far from home, and living with very distant human relatives. They had been nice to her, but she could tell they never truly cared for her, only the money she paid them in order to hide her away and teach her to blend in with humans.

When Lyesbette was 16, and had been living with them for a year now, She had wanted to explore. But something always held her back, from people, from the world around her. She had to constantly use glamor on herself to blend in. Taking every individual and unique trait and covering it up. She was Constantly hiding from her family. You see after her wicked aunt had driven her away, they had learned of her brothers..Problem. He was, in fact sterile and had been for centuries, they would have no heir to carry on the line, which of course thrilled her aunt, because she, unlike the king, had a fertile healthy son, more then willing to take over. But the king caught on to her scheme very quickly, and decreed that he may only take the throne, if Lyesbette took him to be her husband. This of course would better the bloodline and ensure Lyesbette's safety for an eternity. This infuriated her aunt, knowing that still after all of this time that little tainted brat would still rule before her. But in time, her aunt had come up with an ever better plan, and didn't know why she hadn't before. She could have been brainwashing Lyesbette all those years, and make her, her puppet, along with her foolish son, and in her mind, she would rule the kingdom after all.

So for 5 years now, they have been searching to the very ends of the earth searching for her. Gareth, determined to bring her home and make her his wife, thinking that he could have all that was rightfully hers. Lyesbette had made a promise to herself, that she would never give up her freedom, to any man, especially him. So here she ran to Ravenblack, And here she hides in the very outskirts of the city, in her very own home, protected by magic.

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Family


Gareth


Gareth Is Lyesbette's cousin, sinfully sexy yes, But cold and cruel with his own view on right and wrong. Lyes isn't sure exactly how old he is, she never took the time to know him. And he never wanted much to do with her, unless it got him closer to the throne. He has tried to murder Lyesbette twice, only one time did he almost succeed. Gareth has quite the temper when he doesn't get what he wants, he is spoiled and very possessive. He has spent the last 5 years obsessing over Lyes, she was to be his bride, and he would stop at nothing to drag her back home and into his bed.


Aunt Lye

Lyesbette's evil aunt. Has no known picture of her, she believes a camera can steal a piece of the soul. She is beautiful as most fae are, with long thick red curls that flow down past her feet and touch the ground, which is the traditional way the sidhe have worn their hair for ages. She was married three times, one one of her husbands gave her a son, Gareth. Each time her husbands vanished into thin air, And all who accused her of murder were silenced shortly after. She is Lyesbettes mothers sister. She was born sometime during the 12th century, she refuses to talk about her age and has long been waiting for the throne. Lye hates her niece for no reason other than for her impure blood. Even though she was Lyesbettes mothers sister, she was more sidhe than her mother, and therefore would live forever unlike her sister. Lye is a cold woman who will let nothing and no one get in the way of what she wants.



Mother and Father
(This painting was an anniversary gift from Derick to Maryanne)


Lyesbettes mother and father were madly in love with each other. Not at first of course. It was an arranged marriage, she refused to meet him untill their wedding day. Her name was Maryanne. She had been a hopeless romantic like lyesbette. But when her father had told her she was to marry prince Derick, her heart had broken as if her life was over. She despised him for years, never sleeping in the same bed, refusing to speak to him, even momentary fits of anger, anything to make him unhappy. But Derick, he had loved her the minute he saw her walking down the isle. He had tried to please her in any way he could, but it never seemed to be enough. Until one day she got very sick, some think it was her sister Lye who was to blame. He never left her side, made sure she had anything and everything she needed, until one day she got better. He came into her room one night, making sure the illness didn't resurface, he saw her laying in bed crying when he went to comfort her, her blond hair was everywhere, her eyes puffy and swollen. She had felt so terrible for the years that she mistreated him, and still after all she had done, he had taken care of her, loved her. He took her chin into his hand and made her look up at him, his other hand wiping away the tears. " Tell me why you are crying my love.." he said softly, lifting her into his arms. "Please do not speak to me in such a way..." She said tearing up again "I have wronged you so...I am so sorry.." she said over and over into his chest. And his heart burned and cried for hers. "Love me Maryanne..." He said into her hair "And we can start again, as we should have so long ago..." She wrapped her arms about him, he was like a dream, a dream she would not take advantage of again. She nodded and nuzzled into his chest. And that night, they had shared their bed for the first time, and that night, is when her brother was conceived. They lived happily until her untimely death. Her father had lost his only love, and when she died she took his heart with him. He has never been the samesince.



Nathan



Nathan is Lyesbettes older brother. He is a kind man who was always in and out of her life. He could never sit still anywhere, he always had to be somewhere different and new. He hasn't even been home since his mothers death. He loves his little sister and would do anything for her. But he has this restless need in him to be free, to be his own man, and in that way his own life. When he finally tried to settle down and have a family, he was horrified to find that he was sterile. He felt as if he had shamed his family and promised himself never to return. From that day no one has seen or heard from him. And that is how he wants it.




More to come soon.

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Myths of the Sidhe

The Sidhe (shee) are considered to be a distinct race, quite separate from human
beings yet who have had much contact with mortals over the centuries,
and there are many documented testimonies to this. Belief in this race of
beings who have powers beyond those of men to move quickly through the air
and change their shape at will once played a huge part in the lives of people living
in rural Ireland and Scotland.
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It is difficult to pin-point an exact historical era as the time when fairy lore began.
Many writers maintain that the people of Ireland and their Gods before the coming of the Gaels are the 'ancestors' of the sidhe.
Clearly the belief in the sidhe is part of the pre-Christian religion which survived for thousands of years and which has never been completely wiped out from the minds of the people.
When the first Gaels, the sons of Mil, arrived in Ireland, they found that the Tuatha De Danaan, the people of the goddess Dana, already had control of the land. The sons of Mil fought them in battle and defeated them, driving them 'underground' where it is said they remain to this day in the hollow hills or sidhe mounds. In the early Irish manuscripts (which were recorded from an earlier oral tradition) we find references to the Tuatha De Danaan.In 'The Book of the Dun Cow' and the 'Book of Leinster' this race of beings is described as "gods and not gods", pointing to the fact that they are 'something in between'. Also in the Book of the Dun Cow it says of wise men that: "it seems likely to them that they [the Tuatha De Danaan] came from heaven, on account of their intelligence and excellence of their knowledge".


A notable feature of the sidhe is that they have distinct tribes, ruled over by fairy kings and queens in each territory. It would seem that the social order of the sidhe corresponds to the old aristocracy of ancient Irish families,which is in itself a reflection of the ancient Celtic caste system.
It is interesting to note that many of the Irish refer to the sidhe as simply "the gentry", on account of their tall, noble appearance and silvery sweet speech. They have their own palaces where they feast and play music, but also have regular battles with neighbouring tribes. The great fairyhosts seem to be distinctly Milesian, but there are still folk memories of perhaps older pre-Gaelic races and their gods, in the form of the 'geancanach', a spirit of Ulster, or the 'cluricaun',of Munster. We must not forget also the 'leprechaun', a diminutive creature who is said to know the whereabouts of a pot of gold hidden in local fairy raths.
The leprechaun could possibly be a folk memory of a dwarfish race of Fir Bolg people who lived in these raths before the coming of the Gaels.



A distinction is often made between the sidhe who are seen walking on the ground after sunset, and the 'Sluagh Sidhe', the fairy host who travel through the air at night,and are known to 'take' mortals with them on their journeys.
There are also guardian sidhe of most of the lakes of Ireland and Scotland.
These distinct categories of sidhe beings ties in with the testimonies of seers who divide the sidhe into wood spirits, water spirits, air spirits and so on, the elemental spirits of each place.
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Lough Gur in County Limerick is a very magical place where we meet many of the sidhe kings and queens of Ireland. The lake lies within a circle of low lying hills, but once every seven years it appears as dry land, where an entrance to the Land of Youth may be found. The lake's guardian is known as Toice Bhrean (the lazy one) because she neglected to watch over the well, from which the lake sprang forth.It is believed that once every seven years a mortal meets their death by drowning in the lake, 'taken' by the Beann Fhionn, the White Lady.

Down through the ages the Sidhe have been in contact with mortals giving protection, healing and even teaching some of their skills to mortals - Smithcraft or the working of metals being one such skill. Cuillen (Culann) is one such sidhe smith who has been told of in the legends of Cúchulainn and the later legends of Fionn mac Cumhail.

The Gaelic word sí or síog refers to these otherworldly beings now called fairies. The Irish fairy is not like the diminutive fairies of other European countries, the Sidhe are described as tall and handsome in all accounts, also they are dressed very richly and accounts of their halls are of richly decorated places with sumptuous foods and drinks.
The Sidhe are generally benign until angered by some foolish action of a mortal. Many trees and mounds are considered under their protection and if a mortal destroys or damages these then a curse is put upon himself and his family. In some parts of the countryside people would not build their houses over certain "fairy paths" because of the type of disturbances which would ensue.
Whenever a host of the Sidhe appears there is a strange sound like the humming of thousands of bees also a whirlwind or shee-gaoithe is caused.

The words “Sidhe” (roughly pronounced—and sometimes spelled—“Shee”) and “fairy” are almost interchangeable. Mostly it could be said that the Sidhe are fairy, or fey, but not the tiny winged creatures most associated with the term fairy. Instead the Sidhe were thought to be tall, fair, and other-worldly. That is, when they were not frightening, misshapen monsters. There seem to be two categories of Sidhe- the general, lordly, spirit-like beings that are very much like humans, and the rest. Under the rest falls the Leprechaun, the Phooka, the Merrow and the Banshee. The Leprechaun is probably the most well known of all of these, although it’s mystery and behaviors have been watered down quite a bit- these fairy cobblers are now simply tiny green wearing men who guard the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.




The Sidhe dwell in the Sifra, or fairy palace of gold and crystal, in the heart of the hill, and they have been given youth, beauty, joy, and the power over music, yet they are often sad; for they remember that they were once angels in heaven though now cast down to earth.

One day a great fairy chief asked Columb-Kille if there were any hope left to the Sidhe that one day they would regain heaven and be restored to their ancient place amongst the angels. But the saint answered that hope there was none; their doom was fixed, and at the judgment-day they would pass through death into annihilation; for so had it been decreed by the justice of God.

On hearing this the fairy chief fell into a profound melancholy, and he and all his court sailed away from Ireland, and went back to their native country of Armenia, there to await the coming of the terrible judgment-day, which is fated to bring the fairy race certain death on earth, without any hope of regaining heaven.

The West of Ireland is peculiarly sacred to ancient superstitions of the Sidhe race. There is a poetry in the scenery that touches the heart of the people; they love the beautiful glens, the mountains rising like towers from the sea, the islands sanctified by the memory of a saint, and the green hills where Finvarra holds his court. Every lake and mountain has its legend of the spirit-land, some holy traditions of a saint, or some historic memory of a national hero who flourished in the old great days when Ireland had native chiefs and native swords to guard her; and amongst the Western Irish, especially, the old superstitions of their forefathers are reverenced with a solemn faith and fervour that is almost a religion. Finvarra the king is still believed to rule over all the fairies of the west, and Onagh is the fairy queen. Her golden hair sweeps the ground, and she is robed in silver gossamer all glittering as if with diamonds, but they are dew-drops that sparkle over it.

The queen is more beautiful than any woman of earth, yet Finrarra loves the mortal women best, and wiles them down to his fairy palace by the subtle charm of the fairy music, for no one who has heard it can resist its power, and they are fated to belong to the fairies ever after. Their friends mourn for them as dead with much lamentation, but in reality they are leading a joyous life down in the heart of the hill, in the fairy palace with the silver columns and the crystal walls.

Yet sometimes they are not drawn down beneath the earth, but remain as usual in the daily life, though the fairy spell is still on them; and the young men who have once heard the fairy harp become possessed by the spirit of music which haunts them to their death, and gives them strange power over the souls of men. This was the case with Carolan, the celebrated bard. He acquired all the magic melody of his notes by sleeping out on a fairy rath at night, when the fairy music came to him in his dreams; and on awaking he played the airs from memory. Thus it was that he had power to madden men to mirth, or to set them weeping as if for the dead, and no one ever before or since played the enchanting fairy music like Carolan, the sweet musician of Ireland.

There was another man also who heard the fairy music when sleeping on a rath, and ever after he was haunted by the melody day and night, till he grew mad and had no pleasure in life, for he longed to be with the fairies again that he might hear them sing. So one day, driven to despair by the madness of longing, he threw himself from the cliff into the mountain lake near the fairy rath, and so died and was seen no more.

In the Western Islands they believe that the magic of fairy music is so strong that whoever hears it cannot choose but follow the sound, and the young girls are drawn away by the enchantment, and dance all night with Finvarra the king, though in the morning they are found fast asleep in bed, yet with a memory of all they had heard and seen; and some say that, while with the fairies, the young women learn strange secrets of love potions, by which they can work spells and dangerous charms over those whose love they desire, or upon any one who has offended and spoken ill of them.

It is a beautiful idea that the Irish airs, so plaintive, mournful, and tear-compelling, are but the remembered echoes of that spirit music which had power to draw souls away to the fairy mansions, and hold them captive by the sweet magic of the melody