“… yes mother. I apologise for being worthless. I will try harder.”
Name: Aeronwyn Inlay
Nicknames: Wyn, stupid girl.
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-two
Occupation: Unemployed
Family: Beatrice Inlay; mother
Lives: Lived with her mother in an old townhouse in Palisade. Is currently wandering about trying to decide what the hell to do.
Appearance:Hair: Dark, almost black, brown; it hangs straight, and while Aeronwyn does her best to keep it neat and tidy by tying it up, strands always seem to escape.
Eyes: Light brown
Complexion: pale, almost sickly so
Other: Her posture is bowed, her shoulders always slumped, her gaze always worried, appears on the edge of a nervous break down.
Personality:Positives: Devoted, polite, compassionate.
Negatives: Paranoid, desperate, misguided.
History:Aeronwyn was born on a rainy spring night to a woman that had been devastated by love. The daughter of a wealthy merchant, Beatrice had given everything up in order to be with the man she loved. When he disappeared shortly after Beatrice had revealed her pregnancy, and believing he had simply abandoned them, that love turned into hatred. That hatred extended, in part, to the daughter that looked so much like him. Aeronwyn was named after her father, Aeron, as a constant reminder that they had been left behind.
Beatrice’s father had refused to let her back into the household and so she was left destitute. Through sheer determination Beatrice managed to create a life for herself and her child that while not lavish, at least meant there was always food on the table. She cleaned for richer folks, and each day grew more and bitterer at her situation.
Her daughter grew up in a loveless household, constantly reminded that half of her came from
that man. She knew nothing of kindness, expect that offered occasionally by the old lady next door, and every minute of her day was ruled completely by her eagle eyed mother.
But Aeronwyn loved her mother despite this. Her mother was her world, her god. She knew nothing other than Beatrice. She was content doing as she was told and being a good girl.
Then she felt the call.
It tugged at her.
To coiled around her heart and pulled.
Aeronwyn tried to resist.
When she could no longer fight, she broke down, and begged her mother to forgive her and let her leave. Beatrice refused and she locked Aeronwyn in her room, only opening the door to leave food. Aeronwyn, driven near madness, did the only thing she could think of and she knocked her mother senseless with a chair and esacaped into the night.
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