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Lenore Heyward

The coldness of reality has made this Angel lose all hope for this world...

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a character in “Dreams Within Eden”, as played by Lenyx

Description

† Lenore Heyward †
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Theme Song: Imaginary - Evanescence

† GENERAL INFORMATION †

Role: Lady Lenore
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Len, Lady Heyward
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Love Interest: Unsure of her feelings for The Raven


† APPEARANCE †

Height: 5'2”
Weight: 105lbs
Build: Small, Slender
Measurements: 34-28-36
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Hair Color: Light Golden Blonde
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Ears are pierced

Description: Lenore has an perfect hour-glass figure, with her short height and low weight many assume her to be a true lady, one who needs protecting for her small stature and innocent looks, even with her well-defined figure. Beyond this, her skin is pale and is always carrying her parasol when she ventures outside her home, since her sensitive skin sunburns easily.

As for her straight blonde hair, it is soft and sleek, like silk, and is often pulled up in intricate designs with the help of her lady-in-waiting. But should she let it hang freely it would fall down to her waist in length in layers, with her bangs coming down to eye level. While she refuses to have her bangs pulled back, she is often having to brush them from obstructing her view.

Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and are often said to sparkle like crystals or jewels, but should she be angered, they become almost as dark as the night sky.

While Lenore's facial features are soft and delicate, like that of a porcelain doll, her expression is often that of a serious and determined look. Should she ever be seen smiling however, it lifts up even the saddest of spirits, and it is this very smile that her father referred to Lenore as an angel, an angel of the morning.

Preferred Clothing: Lenore's clothing style is of Old Victorian style, consisting of stockings that reach just above her knees, garters, chemises, blouses, back-laced corsets, hooped skirts or skirts while wearing a crinoline underneath, petticoats, vests and bolero jackets. Her dresses consisted of ones with high necks and long sleeves for everyday wear, and ones with low necklines with off the shoulder sleeves for special occasions. Completing her outfits she wore gloves and bonnets, half-boots or slippers depending on the occasion, and a small handbag to hold her Milady's Revolver, handkerchief and a small bottle of perfume. Should she be outside she would also carry a parasol and wear either a shawl or hooded-cape.

† MENTALITY †

Oddities: When Lenore feels pressured or stressed she tends to bite her lower lip, She also keeps a detailed journal of her daily activities, including what she ate and drank and how much of said food and drink.

Skills: Since her mother passed away when she was only a child, Lenore took up the cooking, cleaning, and sewing until her father became the leading Dictator of Eden, which led to them moving into a large house and had maids hired to take care of the household chores, but Lenore refuses to let them clean up after her or cook for her, as she prefers to do this herself. She is also often sought out during balls for a dance, since she was top of her class in ballroom dancing.

Fears/Phobias:
Isolophobia - Fear of solitude, being alone.
Pyrophobia - Fear of fire.
Nosophobia - Fear of becoming ill.

Likes: Ballroom dancing, Singing along with birds, Cloud watching, and Star gazing.
Dislikes: Rodents, Oranges, Bugs, Riding side-saddle, Snobbish people, and Being wrong.
Hobbies: Visiting and helping “The Raven”, Visiting and spending time with children in Gehenna's orphanage.

Personality: Before her happy world crumbled before her very eyes, Lenore was a very friendly and loving woman. She was quiet and shy, yet always preferred to be surrounded by people even if she never said a word to any of them. Lenore has always done her best to stay composed and polite, not a single person has ever heard an insult spoken by her. She was always very prim and proper, compassionate and respectful, if someone looked trouble Lenore was usually the first one to help them.

She was very close to her mother and father, and upon their passing, she has escaped into a world of her own creation. She became withdrawn from others, often replacing people with animals for her fear of solitude was so great, she could not stand her own existence anywhere without some living being nearby. She is slowly becoming an emotionless, expressionless doll, all by hiding herself away in her mind and interacting with very few people. This new personality trait of hers, led to people to believe she was too prudent and that she thought too highly of herself and her heritage.

But in truth, Lenore is now hiding away her heart and wearing a mask to hide her true feelings. The grief of now being an orphan herself, and the chaos her Uncle is causing as taken a heavy toll on her. Only does she open up her heart and feelings when she is with “The Raven” and with the children in Gehenna's orphanage. They are the only ones who keep her tied to any form of reality, but aside from them, she remains hidden in the world she has created in her own mind.

She is almost dependent on “The Raven” to keep her tied to reality and even though she knows his deep love for her, she can not find it in herself to commit to a courtship with him. She visits him on a daily basis, helping him wherever she can, just so can keep herself from focusing on the why's and how's of her now broken world and self. But when she is around the orphans, she can become her old compassionate, kind and loving self, allowing her to believe that the reality is not that of the true harsh world that it is.

† COMBAT †

Preferred Weapon: Though many can not picture her holding one, she is a good shot with a gun. She keeps a Milady's Revolver under her pillow, and only carries it when she knows she will be out for a long time..

Fighting Style: Given Lenore's small-size, she would be quite agile, if she were not always wearing dresses, that make agility difficult. She prefers to mid-range combat, as she is not strong enough to take someone at close range, and if at too far a distance, the bullets from her gun would not hit the target.

† HISTORY †

Relationship Status: Single

Family:
Father – Leonard Heyward (Deceased)
Mother – Elizabeth Heyward (Deceased)

Personal History/Background: Ever since she a few months old, Lenore suffered from illness that were no longer known of in this era. The first to be detected was when she would cry as a baby, she would wheeze and take in quick and shallow breaths, soon afterward her irregular heartbeat was discovered. Whenever she overexerts herself or feels stressed, her heart rate would accelerate leading her to have difficulties breathing and having chest pains. This led her to be monitored and seen by “The Haunted” daily, where she would often complain that she was tired and felt weak. Her illness and treatments also limited her in regards to playing with other children. For she could not run as long and hard as them, otherwise she would feel light-headed and in a worse case scenario she would collapse from shortness of breath. Though she was upset that she could not play or do as much as other children, she found contentment in surrounding herself with those older than herself and talking with them about even the most minuet matters.

When Lenore was eight years old, her mother passed away, taken by a fever that would not desist. It was one of the first devastating blows Lenore would have to face. Every year Lenore and her father would visit her mother's resting place, and Lenore would tend to pulling out the weeds that would sprout up, while her father would always have fresh flowers to place next to the stone that had 'Elizabeth Heyward' carved in it.

After the loss of her mother, Lenore refused to ever be alone, especially at night, and for the first year her father allowed her to sleep in his room. But he knew that she could not sleep in his room with him forever, so he caught her a pair of song birds and had a beautiful cage and a stand which the cage would hang from as a gift for her ninth birthday. Lenore would listen to the song birds sing sweet melodies for hours on end, as the flitted around their cage. But during the night, the song birds slept, and Lenore felt alone, even though she knew her song birds were by the window in her room. So for her tenth birthday “Master Eldorado” suggested her father get her a pet that could sleep next to her, such as a canine. And so, Lenore received a small, soft and fluffy furred female canine, whose fur matched the color of her golden hair. Lenore was ecstatic by having her own canine, whom she named Goldie, and spent all her time training Goldie how to behave, along with some tricks; such as placing her paw in Lenore's hand for a handshake.

Lenore had Goldie sleep on her bed every night, and she no longer felt alone, for a warm, soft and fluffy lay next to her, keeping her company as she drifted to sleep.

It was the year Lenore turned twelve that her grandfather passed away and named his first born son Leonard, Lenore's father, to be the next to rule over Eden and Gehenna. This was also the year Lenore was allowed to attend school with the other children, instead of tutors coming to her home, for she knew her limits that were caused by her incurable illness. It was during her years in school that she learned of politics, diplomacy, reading, writing, and the history of Eden and Gehenna. Her father also put her in extracurricular activities that would strengthen her against her illness, such as ballroom dancing, piano lessons and choir.

When Lenore turned fifteen, her father trained her to use a gun, the revolver that he gave to her had once belonged to her grandmother, of whom she had never met. It did not take Lenore long to become proficient with the revolver, and she quickly became a good shot. But Lenore always thought it odd that her father would suddenly give her such a weapon and even more so teach her how to use it, and perfect her aim. For Eden and Gehenna worked together and there was rarely ever any trouble except down in the mines when creatures from the wastelands came looking for shelter or food.

It was not until her father fell ill that Lenore understood why her father had taught her how to use a gun. While her father lay ill and dying for six months, leaving her Uncle Lazarus in charge until her eighteenth birthday. Within those six months her Uncle Lazarus managed to create a world of chaos between the City of Eden and the underground City of Gehenna. She watched as riots broke out, mobs of Gehenna residents closing their doors and refusing to work. She watched as her Uncle sent soldiers to Gehenna to force the residents to work, she watched as these residents were beaten to near death and left with no medical treatment or help from the people of the City of Eden.

All she could do was sit and watch as her world crumbled around her.

† OTHER †

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? -weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read -the funeral song be sung! -
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -
A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her -that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read? -the requiem how be sung
By you -by yours, the evil eye, -by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes -
The life still there, upon her hair -the death upon her eyes.

Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!
Let no bell toll! -lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.
To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven -
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -
From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven.

So begins...

Lenore Heyward's Story

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Character Portrait: Lazarus Heyward Character Portrait: Lenore Heyward Character Portrait: Kyle F White Character Portrait: Corvo Montresor
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#, as written by Lenyx
April 22nd, 2195

~Weightless… Soundless… Darkness… Emptiness…

Opening her eyes, Lenore saw and felt nothing but cool, calm and clear deep blue water. Her light golden blonde hair and white nightgown floated and danced around her. Then a feeling of being alone in the world occurred to Lenore, she began to panic. Lenore realizes she has been holding her breath this entire time; her chest hurt, she needed air! That was when Lenore heard the dull sound of thumping coming from what she thought was above her. However her nightgown made it difficult to kick her legs, the soaked cotton fabric restricted movement, and it took all of Lenore’s strength and will power to keep pulling herself through the water.

As Lenore gets closer she can see Corvo, his usual unkempt, shaggy brown hair and amber eyes staring down in to the vast waters like golden orbs, as if he is searching for something. Corvo seems to finally catch sight of what he is looking for, it is Lenore for whom he was searching for and he begins banging on a glass-like barrier harder. This unknown barrier is all that was keeping Lenore from the oxygen above, and Corvo seemed to be yelling something, but she could not hear him. Lenore reached her hand up through the water and pushed her hand flat against the barrier, she couldn’t hold on to her breath any longer, she was going to die.

Lenore lifted her face up and smiled as lovingly as she could at Corvo. Mouthing the words 'I’m sorry, my untold beloved… Goodbye, Corvo…' as unnoticed tears became one with the surrounding waters. Corvo was screaming now, banging on the glass-like barrier with both fists, as he watches Lenore parts her lips and lets the breath she had been holding go.

Lenore can feel her now weak and tired body sinking down through a seemingly never-ending ocean… She can feel her mind drifting away, falling in to the darkness that is forever… The last thing she expected to hear was a whooshing sound, like beating wings, filling her ears… And as Lenore’s eyes start to close, she sees a bright light, brighter than even the sun, and someone reaching for her hand…

“The more you have of it, the less you see…”
~

Slowly Lenore is pulled from her dream and back in to reality. Goldie lay at the end of her bed whimpering, while the lady-in-waiting was standing by Lenore’s window, rooted in place, holding on to the curtain.

Slowly sitting up, Lenore rubbed the sleep from her eyes before speaking. “Is there something wrong Miss Angela?”

“Oh, uh, no Lady Heyward. It’s just… Uhm.” Angela paused to finish pulling the curtain open and tying it back to keep if from falling closed. “You spoke in your sleep.”

Lenore could not remember ever talking in her sleep before. “What was it that I said?” She asked as she folds her blankets down over her lap.

“Well, Lady Heyward, you said the more you have of it the less you see…” Angela shifted uncomfortably by the window.

“Oh…” Lenore shook her head, she had thought about that riddle as she lay drifting in the endless waters of her dream. “Do not dwell on it Miss Angela. I would like to get dressed now please.”

“Yes, Lady Heyward.” Angela said with a curtsy. “Do you need assistance with your corset?”

“Yes please. Thank you Miss Angela.”

Without another word spoken, Lenore got dressed, with the help of Angela. Lenore looked at her reflection in her full length mirror. Today she wore a high-neck white blouse with a long sleeved red plaid jacket and matching black skirt with bows. But the girl that stared back at Lenore was not her, she looked like a doll, an emotionless and broken doll...

Tearing her eyes from the mirror, Lenore called Goldie to her side, and picking up her white parasol from beside the door, the young lady and her canine companion left their too quiet home.

Lenore loved her large home, she liked its ornate boldness with just a hint of a romantic look to it, she even adored the multiple shades of gray and lavender color scheme. The house reminded her of a dollhouse Lenore once had as a child, with its asymmetrical design and multiple, steeply pitched roofs, including an octagonal tower with a conical roof. The other embellishments of the house consisted of three corbel chimneys, numerous bay and decorative windows and the exterior doors were inset with beautifully painted glass panels. Wrapping around the entire three story house was a wide railed porch, giving it that family home feeling.

But now the house only consisted of Lenore, Goldie, her song birds; Night and Gale, Angela and the occasional Corvo. Lenore’s uncle, Lazarus Heyward, had taken the staff and moved them in to his home, since Leonard was no longer alive. If it were not for Goldie and Corvo, Lenore would fall apart, as surely they were the only people keeping her tied to this chaotic reality.

Lenore’s first destination this early morning, was to visit her parents graves, the funeral for her father had been just yesterday. She had not eaten breakfast yet, and if Kyle were still in Eden he would have stayed at the house to make sure that she did eat. But he wasn’t, it seemed to Lenore that everyone who loved her ends up leaving her behind.

“At this rate I will be alone…” Lenore whispered to herself as she started down a gravel path that would take her through town, towards the barrier line of Eden and the Wastelands.

There weren’t many others who were up this early, yesterday had been a dark day. To Lenore, her world had ended yesterday morning.

Walking up the path along a small hill leading to the graveyard, Lenore decided to plan out her day. First she would visit her parents, then she would pick up some breakfast type foods from the market and go visit Corvo. From there maybe they could go visit the people of Gehenna, or maybe even just walk around near the woods by his workshop. Lenore never knew what to expect around Corvo, she guessed it all depended on what work was needing to be done.

Lenore’s parents were buried near the entrance of the graveyard, beautiful cross gravestones that marked her parents graves. A young man was placing floral crowns like the ones she used to make with him as a child, on the crosses. He was different from the others in Eden, he was what everyone else called 'special'.

“Hello Jack.” She said softly, gently taking his hand as she came to stand beside him. “They are beautiful.”

Jack smiled down at Lenore before patting Goldie who had sat on the grass beside him. “Y-Yes. I -I think m-mister and m-mis'ess Heyward w-would like them.”

“They would love them honey.”

They stood there together for a few moments in silence, until Jack's caretaker came to take him back home. Lenore hugged Jack goodbye and promised to come visit soon. He gave Goldie a gentle pat on the head, he went on his way. Leaving Lenore to cry alone with her canine. Pulling her handkerchief from her purse Lenore dried her eyes and composed herself. Withdrawing in to her mind, Lenore collected her thoughts and feelings, before locking them away again.

“On to the market square Goldie.” She said scratching behind the golden furred canine’s ear.

The market square was not more than a fifteen minute walk from the graveyard. The market square consisted of a variety of traders, from fruit stalls to jewelers. Some of the traders had actual shops with not only a workshop but living quarters as well, and others had simple stalls set up. However, some shops would also set up a stall outside, so they could show off their wares. The market square occupied quite a bit of land with its wide buildings and stalls, when one thought about it.

While walking through the market square Lenore picked up a few apples, a loaf of bread, some cheese, as well as milk for her and Corvo and water for Goldie. Lenore kept to small and simple conversations with the shop keepers as she paid for her items. Lenore no longer wished to converse with people. Not now, not anymore. In six months she would turn eighteen and will be in charge of governing the City of Eden, instead Lenore withdrew from the outside world.

She did not want to govern Eden, how could she? After all that her Uncle Lazarus has done to destroy the peace and trust that Eden and Gehenna once shared, how could she possibly repair that? No, Lenore did not want to deal with that, she was content to hide in her own little world. A world where there was nothing that could hurt her, a place where she would not have to see others pain. All she needed was Goldie and Corvo.

Leaving market square, Lenore headed southeast through the woods near Corvo’s workshop. It took Lenore less than an hour to make her way to the building that looked like it was nestled against a large grassy hill, which always reminded her more of a mountain than a hill. Lenore always thought the long worn bricked building actually extended under the hill, almost as if the hill was hiding the building from the world. But if it did, the door to that part of the building was well hidden. With its dark windows that were gray with dirt, and the ivy that was clinging to the chipped and cracked outer walls. All around the building was unkempt undergrowth, as if the workshop had grown up from the very earth!

Lenore shrugged at Goldie who was looking up at her. “It’s nothing Goldie. I was just thinking that maybe I like coming here so much because the workshop is the same as me.”

Pushing open the metal door, Lenore pulled her parasol closed and leaned it against the wall, as Goldie trotted in to the workshop. Corvo and Lenore had spent days cleaning and repairing the inside of the workshop, washing and scraping the walls free of mold. Sweeping and mopping the worn wooden floorboards. They even had a few shop owners donate worn but functional furniture to replace the rotting ones. Lenore did her best to give the workshop a sense of life by adding potted and hanging plants. As well as replacing dull, limp and moth-eaten curtains with light colored drapes.

Now there were shelves full of books of varying sizes and thickness, tables with various tools scattered about them, as well as pieces of machinery lying here and there. While most people would think the place looks quite disorganized, Corvo always knew where everything was, there was a method to his madness, even if others did not see it, Lenore did.

“Corvo? Are you here?” She called out as she pulled off her black gloves and laid them on a small table by the door. “I checked your room at home and found you had not returned last night again.”

Seconds passed, then minutes. Finally Lenore added, “I brought something for us to eat.”

Still it was quiet, sighing, Lenore put the basket containing a makeshift breakfast down beside her gloves and started her usual inspection of the workshop. First she went to the bookshelf and ran a finger along the spines of the books, before turning to the table in front of her and looking down at scattered papers scrawled with Corvo’s notes. He was working every night lately, and Lenore was curious about it, but Corvo would never tell her what his latest project was. She never pushed him to tell her, but Lenore was quite determined that she would figure it out herself.

Goldie had made herself comfortably content on a over stuffed pillow Lenore had made to serve as a bed for the canine. While Lenore walked through the workshop looking for clues as to what this project of Corvo's was. It was near the back wall of the spacious, yet overly cluttered, workshop Lenore heard a buzzing sound. Holding a breath, she concentrated on locating the sound as she walked along the back wall. Lenore was so focused on the sound, that she never noticed the small trinket on the floor.

Her foot caught on it and it started to make a loud wailing sound, startling Lenore. She took a few steps back before tripping over her own feet and let out an earsplitting cry as she fell backwards. Twisting herself so she did not land on her back, Lenore instead landed on her side with her legs now tangled within the confines of her dress.

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Writing, jotting, planning. Corvo's mind was haywire with thought and complexity. His task, not a delicate or particularly easy one at that, plagued his very life and robbed him of sleep day and night. His hand was cramping from the incessant scribblings of notes and hypotheses that he felt like the bones would soon collapse from the uncomfortableness. His eyelids were heavy masses of iron weighing on his irises, begging him to enter the realm of dreams before exhaustion claimed his life. However, he remained vigil, ceaseless in his crusade to complete his work, however long that would take. Strangely enough, however, he was enjoying the torture; it meant that his mind was being useful to him, that his vast intelligence was being utilized. His work was more important to hi than sleep; more important than most things, really. All except that one nagging place at the back of his mind, that part he wished he could bury in a sarcophagus and drive deep into the dark recesses of the underground. He paused, letting out a hefty sigh, before continuing with his work. 'What I wouldn't give.'

He kept writing, writing through the pain, hoping he could finish his notes in one flourishing session. However, his hand became defiant, threatening to stray from the straight and narrow into becoming a jagged line down the page of his notes. Corvo sat back, allowing his hand the rest it deserved. He massaged it with the other, working out the cramps, looking up at the wall across from the desk. On it was a painting of a raven, given to him by an anonymous individual, apparently. He came down into the laboratory, and found it just sitting there. There was no note explaining its origin or purpose, but Corvo decided to hang it up anyway, after thoroughly inspecting it for any unwanted alien appendages.

Staring at the painting brought him a feeling of calm, more so than his work did. It was almost bewitching as if it were an enchantment to his mind, casting over him a true sense of peace, that he needn't worry about the world and its waywardness, that everything was right so long as his eyes were on the painting. He stayed that way staring at the painting, his exhausted mind forgetting that he was supposed to be finishing his notes, neglecting his work in favor of the grandeur of the raven. He remained, seemingly catatonic, this way for many a moment, his eyes refusing to tear themselves away from the painting.

Suddenly, the painting seemed to move, in its frame. Corvo sat forward, assuring himself that his mind was playing tricks on him. However, his mind was not put at ease when the painted bird's head twitched, turning to face him. "Nevermore", it stated in a haunting tone. Corvo's heart skipped a beat before resuming to pump blood at an alarmingly quickened rate. He was confused, and the raven again said "Nevermore". Corvo fell backward, out of his chair and into the various boxes behind him, scattering papers everywhere; his notes on the work he had been doing for a long time now. This didn't concern him at present, as he was trying to logically solve a quite seemingly insurmountable conundrum: his painting was talking. He stood, slowly and shakily, daring to step forward and reach out for the painting.

However, before his hand made contact, the raven once again spouted what seemed to be the only word it knew: "Nevermore." After this, it shot from the painting, rending the portrait from its frame, tearing the paper, knocking Corvo against the far wall in the process. It began to soar through the lab on its painted wings, perching atop a lightning rod, which would ascend through an opening the ceiling when the proper switch was flipped, and sat there, staring at Corvo as the discombobulated man collected himself, trying to find the nerve to speak. "What.....what are you?" Corvo asked, in a rather demanding tone. The bird stared at him, and suddenly the roof of the laboratory was torn asunder, flooding the room with a storm of sunlight and plasma and electricity. It was as if Armageddon had been warranted, and all that Corvo knew was coming to an end, right when he least expected it to.

Again, his mind was alive with rational explanation, but reason could not dissolve what was happening here: it was over. "What are you?" he shouted over the cataclysm that raged on around him. As if his voice had quelled the thunderous noises, the storm grew quiet, but still remained in physicality. The raven stared at Corvo, eyes full of......something, an unknown emotion, a feeling no one could describe. With a tear in its eye and a stout demeanor, the raven repeated, for the last time, "Nevermore."

Then the world was torn apart.

Corvo sat up with a violent gasp. He had fallen asleep looking at that painting. His heart was racing and he was sweating; so much so that it had gotten on his notes and smeared the ink. He groaned in mourning of his notes, and at the frustrating truth that he would have to rewrite them. He sat back, taking off hi glasses and placing his hands over his eyes. He sat there a moment, like this, contemplating the menial task that would be starting over. He sighed, annoyed. He took his hands from his eyes, allowing the darkness that came with doing so to drift away. Sitting forward, he looked down upon his ruined notes, something akin to anger intruding upon his brain.

The anger, however, was quickly reallocated and replaced with fear, as there came a loud crash from somewhere else in his laboratory. 'An intruder? Here?' he thought. He stood, tentatively, walking out of his office. He descended the spiral staircase that connected the main floor to the second one. Corvo was practically creeping around in his own building, unnerved by the possibility of an intruder.

He rounded a corner, into a room full of various machinery, searching for someone who could be his intruder. His eyes scanned the room, and noticed a leg protruding from behind a monitor, and he rushed to see to whom the appendage belonged. Rounding the large mechanism, he saw Lenore, on the ground, apparently in pain from a fall. "Lenore!" he proclaimed. Relief washed over him, flooding him like a river's waters. He hurried to pick her up from the ground, finding a chair for her to rest in. "What are you doing here?"

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Character Portrait: Annabel Lee Whikeheart Character Portrait: Lazarus Heyward Character Portrait: Lenore Heyward
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Silence. That is what filled the mansion as Annabel stood in the foyer. She had finished her choirs early, thanks to Lazarus and his needs, and thought about what to do next. This was a rare occasion for her and she wanted to spend it wisely. Even though the day was still young and the Sun was high in the blue sky; it was a sad day in Eden. Yesterday they laid Lenore’s father to rest.Maybe I can try and talk to her sometime today? Oh… Annabel looked out the window to see Lenore leaving. Well maybe I can go into town today and look for a new dress.

She played with her long and wavy brown hair, which was up in a high ponytail, and thought about it. Lazarus wouldn’t be home until late, she had hoped, and that meant she could do what she pleased. Her maid’s skirt twirled with her as she turned and headed for the bedroom. First thing is first, I must get out of this horrible suit! Lazarus, to her, had a sick way of making her dress up in the slutty little outfit. Every time he was home and she was in it, he would slide his hand under her skirt and roughly grab her rear. And every time he would she would jump, giving him a little more satisfaction. Annabel hated showing him any kind of emotion towards him. Did she love him? Yes, with all her heart. But ever since he was forced to join the army he hadn’t been the same.

Annabel made her way through the halls and into her room; well it was actually both of their room, but he rarely ever spent the night with her. She closed her eyes and traced her hand over her dresses until she landed on one. Peeking with one eye she grabbed her sleeveless light green cotton Lolita dress and laid it on her bed. She looked it over and gently fixed the bow before going back to her closet and pulling an ivory collar button down shirt with shoulder sleeves and laying it next to the dress.

OH! let me dream of happy days gone by,
Forgetting sorrows that have come between,
As sunlight gilds some distant summit high,
And leaves the valleys dark that intervene.
The phantoms of remorse that haunt
The soul, are laid beneath that spell;
As, in the music of a chaunt
Is lost the tolling of a bell.
Oh! let me dream of happy days gone by, etc.


She sung part of the old tune that seemed to haunt her mind for some time now. She slipped out of her maid’s out fit and sighed as the air slid across her half naked body. Annabel took her time putting on the button up ivory shirt and stood at the window watching the people walk by. No one seemed to see her. She continue to sing:

In youth, we plucked full many a flower that died,
Dropped on the pathway, as we danced along;
And now, we cherish each poor leaflet dried
In pages which to that dear past belong.
With sad crushed hearts they yet retain
Some semblance of their glories fled;
Like us, whose lineaments remain,
When all the fires of life are dead.
Oh! let me dream, etc..


Annabel let the dress slide down her body and ending just above her knees; it was form fitting, showing her curves and enhancing her bust. She smoothed out the material before gently placing her feet into brown flats. “Fresh air would do me some good.” She said and headed out the door. Who knows when Lazarus and her body guards would come back.

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Character Portrait: Rhys Blackmore Character Portrait: Lazarus Heyward Character Portrait: Lenore Heyward Character Portrait: Corvo Montresor Character Portrait: YN-A1I5A
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Lenore let out a low moan, her elbow throbbed, as did her hip and ankle on her left side.

“Lenore!”

Looking up she gave a weak smile as Corvo hurried over to her lifted her up from the ground and found a cluttered-free chair for her to sit on.

“What are you doing here?” He asked setting her down carefully.

Lenore faintly blushed at his question and let her pale golden hair fall around her face to hide it. She was thankful she had decided to keep her hair down instead of pulled up atop her head as per usual. “Oh, well you see... You did not come back last night and I did not think you had supper, nor breakfast. So I brought some bread and cheese, a few apples as well.”

Slowly she peeked up at Corvo with her bright blue eyes, wondering if she would see either joy, of having someone who cared for his well-being, or only the worry and concern of any possible injuries. Lenore prayed he wouldn't be angry at her intrusion so early because she wanted to make sure he was alright.

“And milk. Corvo, why is part of your darling face covered in ink?” She asked politely while gently taking Corvo's chin with her long, slender fingers and turning his face to the side. She shook her head slightly and sighed.

At that moment Goldie got up from her bed-pillow, feeling forgotten no doubt, and sat beside Corvo, nudging her cold, wet nose against his hand.

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Alisa walked through the tunnels that belonged to Gehenna, the city underneath the great City of Eden. She passed by Gehenna's citizens without a single one of them even glancing her way. No one really spoke to her unless they needed a machine to be repaired. But sometimes...

Just sometimes the children in Gehenna would ask if she would play with them, and she would say yes. Alisa knew it made the children happy when she said yes and played with them. Most of the parents, of whom some of the children belonged to, were no longer a part of this world. Either cast out in to the wastelands by a man Lazarus Heyward, or their parents were dead. In any case, the adults once were here for these children, are gone.

But today, Alisa would not be allowed to play. This morning when Alisa and 'woken up', she had found her pet bunny had died. Alisa felt 'sad'. The bunny was a gift from Mister Corvo's friend Lenore. Alisa does not know how Mister Corvo explained Alisa to his friend, but it did not matter. All that mattered was the bunny Alisa had named Fluffy, was gone like the parents of the children Alisa played with sometimes.

So Alisa made her way through Gehenna's tunnels cradling the bunny, who no longer lived in her arms, to Mister Blackmore's workshop and home. Alisa walked up to the door and realized she could not knock on Mister Blackmore's door without risking dropping her beloved Fluffy. She went through her memory bank and found a correct course of action for the given situation.

“Mister Blackmore?” Alisa called loudly. “It is Alisa and I am in need of assistance please. Fluffy is...”

She paused, she did not want to come right out and say Fluffy had died and was dead. Those words were cold and uncaring from what Alisa's understanding of human language has found. Instead she found a better way to tell Fluffy's immobile state.

“Fluffy has passed on Mister Blackmore. I was wondering if you had a box I could have. Please.”

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Character Portrait: Annabel Lee Whikeheart Character Portrait: Lenore Heyward Character Portrait: Corvo Montresor Character Portrait: Laz, Heyward
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Sitting in his study, located a little further and apart from the the kings known 'home', Eden's king, Lazarus, was leaning back in his chair, tapping his feathered pen against the side of his desk. Before him, a blank piece of paper, his pen clean of ink. On all four corners of his desk, stacked neatly in four piles, work. Dressed as he should, a wrinkled cape at his back, from the long nights work, shoes fit for a king on his feet, his shirt, one of his finest. Unlike other days, his hair was still kept, xept. for his bangs, having been pushed up too long, they finally had the power to defy gravity. While his one hand ticked with his pen, the other held his head, rubbing his temple. How long had he been there?

    Just how long do I intend to continue sitting around?

Pulling his head from his hand, though not lowering it, he peered towards the nearest window. He squinted from the sudden increase of light. Morning all ready? He stayed silent for a moment, not sure if he'd been a sleep this whole time or too spaced out, he felt as if he'd woken from a near sleep deprived night. Startled by the sounds of a maid that had placed a cup of hot water beside him, Laz rose to his feet like a startled cat. His hand reached for his sword, only to find it had been caught in the chair seconds too late. The chair had toppled along with Lazarus. The maid shrieked, running to his side, making sure not to touch him, yelling at him to see if he was alright. It wasn't much, just a stumble, though yelling so early in the morning with this heavy feeling of drowsiness within in, the maid had only made him angry. Pushing the maid away, with his right arm, she fell harshly onto her side her hands barely softened the fall. "SILENCE!" Lazarus yelled, his eyes aflame as he got quickly back to his feet. The maid was weeping, shifted onto her knees as she begged his forgiveness. "LEAVE ME! BRING ME-" He silenced him self. The maid covered her mouth and dared not to look up from the floor, she waited, distressed. "Let in the guard in a minute, don't let me catch you in my sight for the rest of the month!" He hissed at her, turning away he went towards the window, the maid took this time to flee, counting her graces.

    ...

Lazarus let out a grumbled sigh, he didn't see through the window, just at the glass and its frame. Hearing the door close to the study, Lazarus walked back towards his desk. Pausing at the side of his desk, he glared now at the cup of warm water. He sneered at it, with a swift hand, he knocked the cup across the room, shattering it against a nearby wall. Fixing his belt, checking to see if his sword had been scrapped from the tumble, luckily it had not, other wise he might have had second thoughts about his gracious punishment. In a moment or two later, the guards had opened the door. "Sire?"-"YOU GOD****D FOOLS! DID YOU SLEEP STANDING UP?" Lazarus stormed towards the doors, the guards letting him pass and quickly followed behind him. "Where is my hand of Gehenna? I want news of any ongoing's. I want Cedrick and Kivlar to replace the both you, I need you two to be Annabel's personal guards for today."-"YES, SIRE!"

After having been switched hands, Cedrick and Kivlar were now following the king, tight in tow. One guard stood at guard(Cedrick), at the door, the other(Kivlar) inside the kings room. Adverting eyes with the king, as Lazarus began to change. The bath had been prepared, so the king took this time to quickly freshen up. After a quick shave, Lazarus came out to see Kivlar still standing at attention near the door. "I can always count on the both of you at least."-"Sire." Lazarus spoke as he began to dress in more civil clothing. "Have you heard of any disputes of late? How was the re-" a knock to the door disrupted his train of thoughts. Frozen in place, Kivlar turned to the door instead, opening a small windowed slit in the door, then closing it a moment later. Turning to the king, with a hand on the door knob, Kilvar relayed some disturbing news.

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Corvo jumped slightly as Goldie nudged his hand. However, once realization came to him he settled, patting the faithful dog's head gently. "It's nothing," he said, pulling away from Lenore. "Just....just a bit of an accident, that's all." He looked around at his cluttered laboratory. To everyone else, this place would look a wreck. To Corvo, it was solace, peace, and happiness. However, what Lenore thought about the state of it actually embarrassed him quite drastically. His brain was doing that thing he hated again: over-thinking. Over-thinking Lenore's thoughts and feelings, what he could do to improve upon that, what he could do to change himself, whether or not such a trivial matter would affect how she felt about him emotionally.

He had to break the mental chain, take a breath and come to a rational halt, think about things that made sense. Think about right now, what to say. Lenore was here, in the laboratory, right now. She had brought breakfast, nourishment. Most importantly, however, she brought her company, something more important to him than even water's life-giving quenching. However, he also realized he had work to do; work she could not know about, under any circumstances, lest he lose his job, or worse. He had to think of a way to send her on her way, as much as he hated that fact.

"Lenore, I do appreciate the food, but I....." he began. He looked at her face, her stunning features, that look in her eyes. It was a gaze worse than death itself, a pained gaze that did all it could to keep Corvo alive, to make sure he wasn't overworking himself, to make sure his labors didn't send him to an early grave. As hideously clear as the sentiment was, Corvo had responsibilities to attend to. But it was always, always that look that shut down his rationality, made him want to break down the barriers of formality and allow him to dive into reckless abandon, to grab hold of the young girl, kiss her, tell her that she was everything he'd ever want, no, need from now until the stars burned out and the world collapsed, and ever after that.

Of course, such a thing was always possible if his work was not completed.

However, he didn't want her to go. Not yet. Not ever, even though she must, eventually. He turned to look at her once more. "I just couldn't imagine us having a decent breakfast with this damnable ink stain on my face," he said with a slight smirk.

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Lenore pouted ever so slightly as Corvo pulled away from her. Corvo seemed to be pulling himself away from Lenore more and more, distancing himself so far away from her just like—

Goldie's eyes shifted between looking at Corvo and then over to Lenore, and whimpered. Goldie could sense where Lenore's thoughts were taking her.

No. Lenore could not think such dark thoughts. Corvo was not ill, he was not dying. But still... Just like her father near the end, unintentionally pushing her away—

“Lenore, I do appreciate the food, but I..”

Lenore looked up at him sharply, fighting back tears. She was prepared to make him let her stay, but deep down Lenore knew that if Corvo told her to go, she would. All she could do was gaze up at him, pleadingly. Please let me stay... Do not send me out...

“I just couldn't imagine us having a decent breakfast with this damnable ink stain on my face.”

Lenore felt the happiness within her soar and seeing Corvo trying to hide a smile, of which Lenore oh so adored, made her jump out of the chair and throw her arms around his neck. Goldie gave out small barks and began to dance around them happily, making Lenore giggle.

Lenore's left elbow, hip and ankle still throbbed with pain and she gently let herself down to the floor. Which in order to stay on her feet, and not fall on her bottom instead, Lenore had pressed against Corvo for support and slid her body down his own till her feet were planted securely on the floor. Her hands remained on Corvo's shoulders as she smiled up at him, then carefully brushed some hair away from his eyes.

“Well then my dear Corvo, I believe you should go wash up before we eat.”

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In the dark, at least for now, the machine hummed quietly. One by one screens came on in the room. Each one a different view of Eden, but none of Gehenna. Voices drifted to the machine from above, the man who is in a contract with the machine had a guest it would seem. That was alright for now. Let the male human have a morning, or even the day to interact with other humans. The man would be back. He always was.

The analysis on Eden's environment was complete. Some flora were not getting enough water.

[Initiate ground sprinkler system?]

No... The machine thought. It had been three weeks and four days since Eden has last had rain.

>>>NO
>>>INITIATE ENVIRONMENTAL RAIN SYSTEM

[Preparing ERS programming]
. . . . . . . . .
[Preparation complete]
[Commencing ERS program]


There. In approximately thirty minutes Eden's dome would enjoy a cloudless rain. What was the term humans used in reference to this experience?

. . . . . . . .

Right. Sun showers.

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Water fell from his face, blackened as the ink was scrubbed from his flesh. Corvo had attended to his cleaning in the washroom while Lenore prepared the breakfast she had brought. As he toweled off his face, he looked into the mirror; clean. The ink spot was gone, at last. Of course, that wasn't his concern anymore. As he stood there, hovering over the sink, staring into his own eyes, he saw something that troubled him. The same thing that troubled him every time he gazed into the mirror. He was afraid, and too much a coward to do anything. However, he found justification in his behavior: he just didn't understand social conventions. What was normal to him seemed alien to everyone else. People would think it strange that Corvo's greatest friends were machines and numbers. As much as it hurt to admit, even Lenore couldn't offer the solace he found in the workings of the machines. Or, that's what he wanted to believe. Believing that made things easier, at least.

He sighed, hanging his head. How ya holdin' up? His head snapped back up quickly, looking around, searching for a voice. Of course, he didn't know why; the voice he had heard was his own, inside his head. It was faint, but it as there. He didn't know where the thought came from, or why he thought it. He only knew that he felt a good bit disturbed by it. He ran his hands down his face, shaking himself. He inhaled, held it, let it go, and walked out of the washroom.

There was Lenore, just there out on the floor, making a place for their meal. She looked beautiful today, as any day. That was a fact Corvo had always tried to make a lie in his own mind, that nothing about her was beautiful, that she wasn't worth his time, that he should forget her, because she was going to forget him. But, and this was the damnable part of it all, even as much as he tried to lie to himself, he'd never believe it. He was a man of fact and reason, even if he believed his emotions were unreasonable. He just couldn't believe that he would ever believe his own lies, and that was destroying him, more so than the truth that he did care about her, even though she may not feel absolutely the same way as he.

Still, under that smile of hers, he felt vulnerable and open, as if the world outside didn't matter anymore. Of course, she would be gone soon, and Corvo would have to come back to reality; a reality that said she was still outside his reach, that he was alone, that he had work to do. And as she stood there, inviting him to their meal, a mixture of remorse and disbelief washed over him. If only he could tell her. If only they could be. If only the world were that fair. If only.....

She beckoned him over, and he smiled. Behind that smile was the truth, however. And as he walked over, slowly, he only felt more disconcerted, for his dreams would surely fall apart in the wake of reality.

"Nevermore," he whispered to himself.