Name: Lysander

Gender: Male

Race: Faery

Age: Unknown

Appearance:
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Personality: Lysander exudes a very self-assured arrogance constantly. It's not his view that he is perfect, but simply that he is brilliant and can outshine anyone at anything - given anough time, though you won't hear him say that - and can succeed in any given pursuit. He is ruled mostly by emotion, though it doesn't appear that way - he just seems to do whatever he deems best at the time. There is no situation in which he will not speak his mind, because hiding his opinion is not in his nature.
The other side to Lysander is violent and signifiantly darker. He is very jealous of that other people have/what he can't have himself, and extremely cynical. The high-and-mighty attitude he adopts is born of pride. Towards humans his feelings are somewhat ambiguous: he sees them as pathetic, good for nothing but being the butt of jokes; he also views them with disgust, as a human might view a primitive animal.
Lysander's personality alters his perception of himself: he will never see himself as the bad guy or in the wrong.

Weapon(s): A long silver blade enriched with the wealth of his fairly high-born family; pearls, opals and diamonds that adorn the hilt, along with an engraving that Lysander refuses to explain the meaning of with a sly smile.
He also uses subtler weapons, ranging from poison and chemicals to specially arranged 'accidents' - magical incidents, collapsing buildings - and the spoken word, meaning disquieting rumours and perplexing stories created solely to besmirch the name of the victim.

History: Lysander's family were centered in London for most of his childhood, where he met Kathryn. She and her own family kept largely to themselves, so he rarely saw her, but she was an object of fascination to him.
Some years later, both he and and the majority of his family moved north, for a change of scenery and various potential business opportunities.

At the age of fifty he loudly announced his boredom with the simple life lead by his close relatives, and believing himself too good for the small, close-knit society he found himself surrounded by, he started to travel the globe, from faery colony to faery colony. He spent at least six months with each, observing the daily routines and friendship bonds; although Lysander made no lasting intimate attatchment to anyone he met.

Almost a year ago, he revisited Fryn Ardhi's territory, to mark the end of his seemingly ceaseless journey. America was diverse, he found; the culture and people were an adequate way to occupy his time. The worlds he'd visited - for they seemed far too different to be so close - were distracting, a pleasant alternative to the endless pathetic trivialities exchanged 'back home'.
He left five months ago, and took a round-about route back to England, reluctant to return with so little to look forward to. Stalling and waiting for excitement to come paid off, however. The human attack on Fryn Ardhi's Faery colony was all the persuasion he needed to return, as much to be nosey as to avoid making his meandering way home. Wreckage and the odd fire was all that remained of what had been part of a great city - destroyed by the Humans' petty war.

Unable to resist the ties he'd left behind much longer, he turned back and headed for London without much enthusiasm. Aladrae, powerful though she might be, had never really earnt his respect. To Lysander, she hardly ranks as mildly interesting and therefore is to be ignored or avoided wherever possible.
He has arrived outside the forest above Aladrae's underground palace home and intends to settle, for there are few corners of the world left unexplored now - and who'd want to ruin the magic this soon?

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Kathryn's expression had turned to one of neutral contemplation; the word might've been peaceful, has Leona not noted the dangerous energy that emanated from her friend when she spoke of her plans and what they could accomplish. IN their eyes this was not betrayal: Leona knew for certain that she had never sworn any kind of loyalty to Aladrae, it was merely expected of her. The revolution they hoped to inspire was born of jealousy and hatred, yes - but the idea was to overthrow an unworthy monarch. Under any other circumstances, riding the country or kingdom of such a nuisance would be an honourable task to undertake, what made this mission so different?

Fryn Ardhi may have been far away from here, but the problems there had rattled Aladrae's cage. For now she'd be extra vigilant, just in case one person were to slip up or be revealed as a traitor...
She knew well that is Aladrae caught even the tiniest hint of this plan they'd both be out of the Palace before they could blink, and so understood what could've been considered paranoia on Kathryn's part. Rationalizations made Leona feel better, so she used them to her advantage.

She paused to contemplate the thoughts laid before. History is destined to repeat itself, her father had once told her. They'd been watching the stars a little before her fourth birthday. "As sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, Lee, our history will dawn again..."
Tears had long since stopped coming when she thought of those she'd lost, so the only thing that gave away her thoughts was the far-away, longing look that had settled somewhere behind her eyes. Blinking it away, she returned her focus to Kathryn and met her gaze as steado;y as possible under the circumstances - she knew beyond a doubt that she'd start shaking if she couldn't compose herself perfectly.

Not quite as reassured as she could've been by her comrade's certainty, and still a little unbalanced from her flashback, she had to wrench her thoughts away from the past to zone in on the present. What came next was important, and held a kind of exhilaration for her - it was a rush that felt like adventure.
A month. Such a short time, realistically, yet it seemed to be a date far into the future. She wanted the rush to come back, she wanted to feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
More than anything, she wanted to feel alive again.

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Light fell in gentle rays through the green leaves of the trees, creating patterns on the forest floor that swayed with the trees themselves. The place overflowed with life, energy and warmth, and was a pleasant sight for the surprisingly homesick soul.
Despite all his reservations about coming back here, Lysander felt a kind of comfort leant only by purpose - almost as if destiny called him this way.

Stupid human inventions. Destiny? Hah. Believing in those kinds of ridiculously whimsical ideas got you killed. He sure wasn't going to be that person.

The though of humans made him think of Fryn Ardhi again. Volunteering to fight would be fun, he was sure, and just another thing to wear as a status symbol. The excitement that buzzed around the settlement like moth around flames had quickly dissipated, though, only to be replaced with the onrush of work and repair that needed to be carried out in order to get the place up and running again - quicker than humanly possible. That thought made him chuckle.

Life had taken a dramatic turn when he'd headed back, eager for the thrill of excitement that had died down sometime in his childhood. His prolonged life had it's exceedingly dull moments, from his perspective, and he was right. Of course, he was always right.

The entrance to the underground Palace was concealed well, but from his frequent visits there Lysander knew where he was going - Faeries didn't forget often. More guards than usual littered the entrance tunnels, which he found surprising; the situation in America seemed unlikely to repeat itself, at least so soon. Aladrae was obviously paranoid. The idea didn't bode well, for there were sure to be introductions to be made - the day was young, and the Queen's playground was sure to be alive with activity.

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Kathryn looked ahead of her, her dark gaze turned away from Leona; but she had by no means forgotten that her spy was there. Kathryn was thinking; her expression was soft with thought, though her eyes glittered dangerously. As always, an acute sense of magical jeopardy radiated from Kathryn; it wasn’t just her modern black clothes that set her apart from the crowd. She was beautiful, but ultimately deadly; as a star looks lovely when it is in the sky, so must it be hazardous when it comes crashing to the ground.
Then she turned. A dreadful smile formed on her lips. She looked Leona right in the eye, the kind of look Kathryn directed at people so they were forced to look back.
“You’ve done well here,” she said. “I’m pleased with you. You have always been useful and loyal to me, my friend. Have no doubt that when the final plan falls together you will be richly rewarded.” Her voice skimmed the air like silk, words falling together like whispering conspirators. With a swish of her black coat she turned towards the door. Her hand rested on the handle.
“I’d best leave for now,” she said. “Come and find me in a while. We may be openly seen together, Leona, but be careful to make sure I seem nothing more than a vague acquaintance to you.” Her eyes told Leona that on this matter she was firm. “We rise or fall on this. Remember it.”
With one movement she was gone from the room as if she had never been in there. Kathryn had a skill with appearing and exiting. She was like a breeze that hit you in surprise, then just as swiftly disappeared. In seconds she was down the corridor, the quick strides of her boots taking her round the corridor, and near to the entrance of the palace. Near the entrance there was a kind of miniature crossroads, leading to several different parts of the palace.
Walking, she struck an elegant figure; clad entirely in black, her crisp trench coat swirling about her, her black gown clinched in at the waist with a black belt, the gown’s hem reaching the tops of her boots in a circle of thoroughly modern material. She looked as if she had stepped right out of London, but her faery roots were clear; her long black hair framed her face in a jet shock of smooth locks, framing her pale face, which never missed it’s expression of fey awareness and confidence.
Kathryn did not so much as glance at the faery man near the entrance. She did not recognize him from all those years back, when she had been young and even then had been plotting to overthrow Aladrae. Her plots had consumed her life, she had had no area of interest in forming friendships, apart from in the sense that the leader of a plot must have allies. If she had given him a second glance she might have looked closer and remembered him, but she did not. Other thoughts occupied her mind. She briefly glanced at the small crossroads of corridors, a moment away from taking her decision and walking away.

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The iron bars of the human girl’s prison were slammed shut. Aladrae set off towards the steep staircase that led up away from the prison cells; she glanced over her shoulder at the ambassador as he spoke. She raised one slim eyebrow and nodded. “I will keep in mind a public execution,” she said, her tone casual, as if she was speaking of a banquet. “I will be sure to let you know when the matter is soon to occur. You did well in your interrogation, ambassador; I am glad not to have been disappointed. Displays of mercy are not to my taste.”
Her guards followed her up the staircase. “I am going back to the hall,” she continued. “You may accompany me if you wish.” She needed to keep a firm eye on the goings on in the great hall; she had no doubt that as she had left for the prison cell, a sudden rush of chatter about what had occurred with the human would have filled the room. Aladrae wanted to keep a secure position at the head of the court; attention could not stray away from her. Absence caused disloyalty if it got out of hand.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

Elizabeth was too shocked. She'd been trying to prepare herself to be killed on the spot. Public execution?! Were they serious?! Her mind reeled with imagines from her journalism class. Pictures from articles on public executions. Beheadings, hangings, and other sorts of barbaric ways to die filled her head. Could these fearies really be like that? All the fearies in the feary tales were loving, helpful, and kind. She had no idea who these beings where. She had expected them to be a little different, but not like this!
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Joycelin paced back and forth in her room. She wanted to go down and see the human girl. However, she knew the queen and another feary were down there right now. She hoped they didn't hurt. As soon as she knew it was safe, she'd go down there and talk to the girl. She had so many questions.

As she paced, Joycelin gave a glance at her door. She kept expecting the queen or a guard to burst threw to deliver her punishment. So far nothing had happened. Maybe being left to wonder was her punishment. If so, it was working. Something had to happen soon or Joycelin was going to go mad!

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