Name: Lysa Graves
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7"
Body type: Adult
Facial expression: Slight concerned
Hair: Strawberry blonde, in a ponytail with bangs swooped to the left.
Eye color: Pastel green
Skin color: Caucasian
Profession: Prostitute / Wife
Military outfit: Mix 'n match; All pieces, t-shirt
Personality:
Suspicious- Because of her history Lysa is reluctant to believe what she is told at face value. She will often times go behind the backs of others to dredge up the information she needs, regardless of the personal feelings of those that told her. Often time she hurts those she loves by not trusting them entirely.
Poisonously sweet- Lysa is a student of rhetoric, and thus is a bullshit artist. Although she never means to cause harm, she will often twist the words of others to make it seem as if her ideas were their own. (i.e. When her husband wasn't sure if they should buy new drapes and she pointed out the benefits to showing wealth to their neighbors by having new curtains on display).
Tender- Although most of the time Lysa tries to keep her emotions locked close to her sleeve, she has a soft spot for women and children. Babies especially. She will go out of her way to protect young ones, despite putting herself in danger.
Man-hater- She can't stand them! To her a man is only a tool to get what she needs in life. They are hairy, smelly, mentally abusive creatures who seek to deceive and beguile the fairer sex into doing their dirty work. She will go out of her way to avoid all contact with men, and obviously prefers the company of women.
Silent as the grave- Lysa will not speak unless spoken to, and even then her speak is clipped. She's witty enough in her retorts to confuse the stupid, and infuriate the intelligent. There have been many times that her a** has been handed to her because of her mouth.
Confidently sexy- Although Lysa thinks of males as an inferior species, she does like their attention. She will not turn away the affections of her fellow females, and in truth they are the only ones who are likely to gain her heart. For men she likes to taunt and tease before kicking them down under boot.
History:
The Wincott family have always withstood the rumors spread about them, and their line. It is said that not a single Wincott is a true Wincott, since all of the women of the family have been known to cuckold their husbands. As such Lysa never knew a father in her childhood, and her siblings could not look more different than her. There were three total born to her mother, with Lysa being the middle child. She would never rise to the bar set by her elder brother nor be as sweet as her younger sister. So Lysa dedicated herself to her Grandfather's trade, stepping up to the ranks of her brother with relative ease. Her fine eye for detail infuriated Chapman, but as the family needed all the funds it could get he did not shun her.
As the years passed and Lysa grew she soon followed in the family "trade". Her work as an honest carpenter fell to the wayside as her mother guided her into the more prosperous vocation of prostitution. All of her Grandfather's efforts in showing his granddaughter a brighter world were ripped away the instant she stepped into the night wearing home-made rouge. Sure that no one would take her for a wife, Lysa's brother cut ties with his sister, shunned his heritage and moved as far from his "family" as he could. The youngest child, Bethany, stayed with her grandparents as mother and daughter preyed upon ravenous men.
The dark years lasted well into her marriage. When Lysa was seventeen she caught the eye of one of her suitors; a Mr. Gregor Graves. Graves was an older gentlemen, fifteen years her senior, with one marriage already under his belt. His previous wife had passed away some odd years ago due to an unfortunate incident. When he spoke it to Lysa it was as if she had passed in her sleep when really the poor woman was poisoned due to her peaking age. He required a fresh wife, but none from respectable families would touch Graves. The man was a known Merchant, though most of his dealings were under the table. Some said he sold women, children, murdered the innocent; the implications were unclear. The only information that was solid was that the Garrison had a constant eye on him.
Lysa had not accepted the marriage easily. By this point in her life she was used to controlling her own fortune, and dismissing the riff-raff that circled her. It was her Grandfather that had talked her into it. Had it not been for the pleading nature in his eyes she would not have accepted it. He begged her to settle, even if this man was no innocent, and make an honest, good woman of herself. Due to his interference she agreed to marry and become Lysa Graves.
It had begun as most marriages do; empty promises of eternal devotion, trinkets for no apparent reason, and happy chirping late into the evening. Gregor had no intention of taming the wild streak in his wife, or so she had thought. In the beginning he allowed her to dress as she pleased, so long as she kept up the house work while he was away. The transition was not an easy one for Lysa. She had not been a houseworker for many years, and would often be reprimanded by her husband on her spotty job. As time progressed her sexual nature dimmed and was replaced by what she had been before, for the most part; a caring woman. Lysa found a love in her repetitive lifestyle. She woke with the sun to tend chickens, fix Gregor his breakfast, clean the linens, etc. Chores brought about a tender side in her that she had not seen for some time, though Gregor's constant reprimands chaffed her. She was never sweet enough to him. Her posture was slouched, her hair was never neat, her shoes always muddy, her dress always wrinkled...It was never enough.
Her "services" had not been stopped, either. Monthly her husband would bring a new man for her to tend, or perhaps send her out for a week. The acts had not bothered her so much as the lack of payment did. She found out rather quickly where her money was going, and that so long as she was with Gregor he would continue to own her.
When she became pregnant at eighteen Gregor was furious. He, too, believed the hype about Wincott women, despite his hand in her promiscuity. Lysa, however, was ecstatic. Her neighbors taught her how to knit baby clothing, and soon enough, with the scraps of wood she had managed to gather together, she had created a beautiful crib for her unborn infant. Despite her husband's coldness, Lysa found a love in her upcoming motherhood. She had never shared Gregor's affections, so his actions never bothered her. It was only when she gave birth that he became a true threat to her. Lysa delivered her daughter on a stormy night. Gregor had cooed and said sweet words, but as soon as she had drifted off a man had come in to steal the child away. When she woke he tried to sell her on the idea that her child had been stillborn, but she knew. Weeks passed with Lysa in a depressive comatose state. Lysa ached for her child. She didn't believe Gregor's words, and when he became physical with her to snap her out she hit him with a pan of hot water.
In his dazed state she ran. With nothing more than slippers and her night gown, she ran. Lysa snatched his horse from it's post, kicked it into action and took off for as long as it would guide her. Eventually she made her way to a grouping of people who took her in. An elderly man suggest that by joining the military she might be able to travel the region, and may one day find her daughter again.
So it was at that moment that Lysa decided to enlist. She would find her daughter, no matter how many years it took, and start a new life with her. At the very least she could train to make a safe world for the child she may never know.
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