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_______________❖___ Hey there! Call me Eira. It's pronounced "eye-ruh", darlin'.
_______________❖___ Can't you tell? I'm obviously a woman. Trust me, love, I wouldn't be caught dead as a man.
_______________❖___ Ah ha ha... Yes, I just so happen to be a lady uninterested in love. *hissing under her breath* Men are such manipulative pricks...
_______________❖___ You've likely seen me around; afterall, I'm the Waitress at the Tavern. It's not the most... enlightening job, but at least I can play my flute there after hours.
_______________❖___ My age? Don't know why you really care, but I'm Twenty and still feeling as young as ever. ~
_______________❖___ The best time of the year? Well of course it would be Summer, 12th. It's nothing overly special, but giving me a birthday greeting would warm me up a little.
_______________❖___ Oh! How could I forget one of the most important things? I live in Monotone Springs. It has been my home for as long as I can remember.
_______________❖___ Promise you won't egg me or play ding-dong ditch? In that case, I live in House #33. You know, the one with the grayish tint? Mm... that doesn't help does it?
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_______________❖___ Come here, come close! I have a story to be told!
That's... a bit personal to me. A girl like me isn't all flowers and sunshine, love. Then again, doesn't everyone have their inner demons? Maybe... I could tell you... I need to tell someone. If you tell anyone though, I will come after you and it will not be pretty. All of what I'm about to say hits me home. If you were to spread this out I'd be an emotional mess. So please... keep it between us.
I was born in Monotone Springs and I can honestly say that even to this day I'd never want to leave it. My parents were always there for me and were very supportive of me as I grew up. My father was the hard working man that made sure his family was well protected. To compliment that, my mother was one of the kindest, gentlest, most supportive women I could ever have in my life. With a family like that, I could hold the perfect life... right? Since I was an only child, both my mother and father tended to spoil me a little too much. It was nice having the attention but I felt like it was too excessive. Maybe it was even a little overwhelming. I felt, as time went on, that my parents were sheltering me. There were moments I wanted to be out and spend time with friends or have fun playing outside but they'd refuse to let me go. I suppose it was one of those "princesses locked in a castle tower" sort of feelings. So I picked up a hobby that has been my passion since. My parents had given me a wooden flute for my seventh birthday and I've been in love with it from that day forward.
I suppose being a teenager was as typical as it could be for me. I liked to socialize with others my age when I had the chance and I had started working as a waitress at the local tavern around the age of 14. I was told that I had a real talent when I was playing one night after my shift. Someone had heard me play and brought me to my employers to suggest I play more while I worked. So not only do I take care of peoples' orders but I also play my flute for everyone to hear during my break and after hours. It gave me more of an infatuation with my instrument and I couldn't have been happier. But it seemed that with that love I had drawn in someone that would absolutely ruin me. I had finished my shift and, as I played, a man not too much older than I had approached me. He seemed very fond of my flute's tune and listened quietly for a moment before disappearing. It was nice to have the company and see that others enjoyed what I played, but he would come back day after day. About a week and a half after his routine had begun, he decided to speak to me and asked if I wanted to go out to lunch sometime. I was stupefied to say the least. It must have been my hormones that got me infatuated to him, but there was some sort of charm to his tone and it had me hooked. Agreeing to his terms, we had a date. I never would have thought I'd be playing the fool in the long run.
Things had grown between us and I had introduced him to my parents. They weren't all too thrilled at first, but it all seemed to grow on them the more they got to know him. We dated for about three years, three of the most blissful years I've ever lived. I couldn't have been any more attracted to him, not in a way that I could put into words or actions. And yet I knew my limitations, it seemed. After work one evening, he had taken me to the meadows just outside of the village. The moon was vibrantly white and, even though the world around us was black and gray, you could see the radiant light shining down like a tinted shadow. We sat together hand in hand... and... that's where it changed. He looked at me with those gorgeous green eyes... there was a strange new expression I hadn't seen in him before. He had spoken to me, almost as if not wanting to take "no" for an answer, saying that he felt it was time to take it a step further. Before a word could escape from behind my lips, he had sealed them shut with a kiss and locked me into an embrace. My heart was fluttering with the beat of a drum, and yet I was nervous. Something in me reacted and I told him sternly the word he didn't want me to say. "No". The desire in his eyes escalated and he had forced himself against me. My world was falling down around me as I watched in distraught. It was like a nightmare and all of the darkness held around us had come alive. He was going to rape me.
I managed to escape his bind and threw him off of me. I couldn't keep myself there with him, everything was so wrong and out of place... so I ran home. It was the only thing I could think to do. I was scared to tell my parents anything about what happened, but they knew that something was wrong. I told them to drop it and let it go and they listened... sort of. About a week went by and I hadn't heard a word from him. My heart was still attached by the strings and I went blindly around town to look for him. After an unsuccessful run, I had come home to find out I had gotten a letter in the mail. His writing had initialed the front of the envelope and I actually felt a sense of hope. But when I read the contents inside... I couldn't keep myself together. He told me that I was nothing but his tool the whole time. I didn't truly hold a place in his heart and I didn't mean a thing to him. He used me in hopes that he'd have an excuse to get with someone, even though it took three years to get there. When I had pushed him away that night, he had become fed up with me and decided not to stick around. Not only were we through, but it turned out he had left Monotone Springs entirely to live far away.
I broke into tears and it felt like my heart was being deteriorated with acid. All of the things he told me, all of the happy moments and serious conversations, all of the meaning behind our actions, not a single piece of it was true. None of it was real. I lived in a serious depression for a good four or five months. The only things I did were work, play the saddest of songs on my flute, and come home to isolate myself from my family. My parents had enough after awhile and confronted me about what was wrong. I wanted to push them away, but their persistence got the best of me. I told them every last detail and showed them the letter he gave to me. As much as they wanted to help, neither of them knew what to say or do. They said they'd give me the time I needed and left me in my room to be in peace. Later on that night, though, I had come out from my den to get a drink. Before I could enter the kitchen, I had caught ear of my parents talking back and fourth. As quiet as I could keep, I paid close attention to hear what they were saying. Perhaps it wasn't something meant for my ears. My father was upset with himself, beating himself up emotionally, over the fact that he couldn't protect me from someone as vile as that boy that played me like a puppet. I could hear the frustration in his tone, he was so angry at the world for hurting me. My mother held him in her arms and told him that she wished she could have seen it coming. I thought I was starting to come around, but their words had sealed the deal. I stumbled back to my room and locked the door behind me, collapsing onto my bed as the tears I hoped would leave me alone came back to torment me further. Not only did "he" walk away from me, but even my parents were agonized by my pain. I couldn't stay... not after hearing all of that.
When I was 18, after taking the time to pack up my things, I sat my parents down to tell them that I was moving out. I wasn't going far, despite my need to get away, but I had already become owner of the house I was moving into. The deal was done, all I needed to do was move my things and I'd be living on my own. My parents were dumbfounded. Their breaths were whisked out from their lungs, uncertainty in their expression. Neither of them wanted to let me go but they knew that I was already on my way out. As much as I loved my parents, I couldn't bare the fact that I was causing them such trouble. There wasn't any further discussion of the subject. It had come down to them saying that if I ever wanted to come home I could. They knew where I was living now and they had said not to disappear from their lives. I promised them I wouldn't just fade from them like that... and I meant it.
After I had settled into my new house, I had gotten used to life on my own. I've kept my job at the tavern as waitress and I continued to entertain customers with my flute-playing. Even though I was back on track with myself, I still felt bitter about everything that monster had done to me. I had made my mind up about sending a letter back to him with as much venom I could spit as possible. It didn't occur to me that I had... the wrong address... It was beyond embarrassing for me when I had received a letter in return some time later from a boy named Keisuke telling me that I must have had the wrong address. I couldn't just leave the poor guy hanging like that, so I sent a letter to respond for my mistake. I don't remember how many times I wrote the word "sorry" on that piece of paper, but it seemed Kei found it funny enough to go along with it and send a letter back to me. We've been pen pals from that point on. It felt good to have made a new friend after the pain I put myself through. I had someone to talk to again, even though I never told him any of what had happened. Every time I had gotten a new letter from him, it was like continuing the suspense of reading a new chapter to a book. I had discovered that he, too, was a musician, a violinist. Right from there it was like a new connection had formed. There was something we could both talk about for days upon endless days and never get tired of.
After writing back and fourth for a little over a year, Kei had sent me a letter telling me that he was traveling from his home to see me in person. Something about that had lit up my world and I had become spontaneously anxious. Since he has been here, life has become a bit more tolerable. We've had time to play music together at work and even out on the streets. I've even ventured as far out as the neighboring village, Raynebow Valley, a couple times to play music at the Inn. When I discovered he was now going to be living in the Inn over at Raynebow Valley, it actually surprised me. I knew that he had been traveling which is why it threw me off that he was going to be remaining in one spot now. But it wasn't something to think over for too long. What mattered was that I got to keep my musical friend and we could continue to play. Life is looking fine for me with where I am now. For now... I just hope I can enjoy it without it dragging me back down the hole I escaped from.
_______________❖___ Er... Well, I'm not sure how you would descirbe my personality. I'll do my best though!
My personality? That's a bizarre question to ask. Although I'm sure I can find a way to comply. *laughing to herself* You're fine, darlin'. It's not too much to ask of me. I just need to think of a way to explain myself properly. I'm not asked something like this everyday, you know.
To my friends, according to what they've mentioned to me, I'm a cool, collected woman with good intentions. I'm usually level-headed, but whenever I start to play my flute it's like I'm floating above the clouds. Don't mind me if I daze out when I'm into my music, I'm not purposely ignoring you I'm just in a different state of mind. Normally I try to be optimistic, but there's always that voice in my head saying to show what I really feel. If I were to do that though, I'd probably be considered a bit of a freak with an emotional problem. When it comes to telling it like it is I can be a bit blunt and people have called me harsh for doing so, but I find that it's more appropriate in situations like that to stare truth in the face rather than choke it. It's a bit of a contradiction, actually... because I'm such a great liar when I need to lie. You know... there are two sides to every coin.
Deep down, I can be truly nasty. But it's not directed towards everyone, just those... filthy men who think they can sweep me off my feet. They claim to want to get to know me and be honest with me, but I know their true intentions. Within that moment, they're playing my game. The only time I'm flirty is when those pigs try to get too close to me. Trust me when I say this, sugar, I know all the hints and signs. I let them get comfortable for just long enough, and then the bear trap clamps. I've caught them in their place and I break them down for what they're really trying to do. They're just worthless.. vile, instinctive, serpentine, SELF-ABSORBED, TOXIC, DISFUNCTIONAL..!! *wiping her eye and regaining control.* Sorry..... Truth be told, all of this has left me a different person. There was a guy that called me two-faced... and I didn't deny him. That other side of me is just... cold, ruthless, and uncaring to any man who thinks he can see the inner me. I don't instantly hate on men in general, some do make good friends. But when they try to get past your walls, you know their mind has decided on something destructive. They're the ones that made me this way... I'm just smart and keep my heart well guarded. My walls are up for a reason. Don't push it.
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_______________❖___ Do I look fat? The last time I checked the scale, I was ... How rude of you... asking a woman for her weight... If you must know, 137 lbs.
_______________❖___ Place me next to a ruler, and it will say I'm 5 feet 6 inches. I don't believe I'm too short for my figure... am I, sugar?
_______________❖___ What else have I done to myself? My left ear is pierced with two helix piercings, both holding an amethyst bead.
_______________❖___ You want to get on my good side? Easy! Give me these! I love silver and amethyst jewelry (mostly necklaces) and dark chocolate. I also love listening to Kei play his violin. He's very talented at what he does. But most of all, I just adore the sound of my wood flute. It's like falling into a trance, I get so into it.
_______________❖___ But blegh; I'd rather not recieve any of these... What I despise..? I have had all sorts of guys approach me with ill means. Flirty guys are such pigs, but I get them back for it with a painful sting. I can't stand the sight of bugs of ANY kind except for butterflies. The worst of the worst though is not having the time for my music. It's utter torment not being able to play my flute...
_______________❖___ Shh, shh! Don't tell anyone! I'm truly afriad of *mumbling quietly to herself* I'm afraid... to love... but... I won't let myself fall for a man's tricks again. I won't let my heart be played with like that. What I fear most can't happen... I won't let it.
_______________❖___ When you get to know someone, you should know their favourite colour, right? Mine just so happens to be crimson. It's just... pretty.
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