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| species = mortal | | species = mortal | ||
| player = DJ Malak | | player = DJ Malak | ||
− | | nickname = | + | | nickname = |
| image = Amandalaike.jpg | | image = Amandalaike.jpg | ||
| organization = Myrios LeJean | | organization = Myrios LeJean | ||
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=• Early Life •= | =• Early Life •= | ||
− | Amanda Laike is a child very much out of time. Once upon a | + | Amanda Laike is a child very much out of time. Once upon a tike this was bother literal ''and'' figurative, but we get ahead of ourselves. |
− | Amanda Laike was born on May 11, 1853. She never knew her parents and spent years in an overcrowded orphanage. Her parents, in truth were Laudanum addicts and were incapable of raising her. The conditions | + | Amanda Laike was born on May 11, 1853. She never knew her parents and spent years in an overcrowded orphanage. Her parents, in truth were Laudanum addicts and were incapable of raising her. The conditions we dirty and lifeless and the cold London streets were much preferable to the severe punishments. |
She became a street urchin much as in the Dickens novels. She begged and even stole when things became dire enough. She didnt live well but she had a bit of freedom and friends that helped each other out. | She became a street urchin much as in the Dickens novels. She begged and even stole when things became dire enough. She didnt live well but she had a bit of freedom and friends that helped each other out. | ||
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She lived hand to mouth and tried to find warmth and shelter wherever she could. This often led her to huddle in doorways and inside of various shops and establishments until the owners found her and kicked her back out onto the streets. | She lived hand to mouth and tried to find warmth and shelter wherever she could. This often led her to huddle in doorways and inside of various shops and establishments until the owners found her and kicked her back out onto the streets. | ||
− | In November of 1863 she encountered a young woman with an incredibly odd name. Young Amanda assumed it was simply a foreign name as | + | In November of 1863 she encountered a young woman with an incredibly odd name. Young Amanda assumed it was simply a foreign name as didnt recognize the woman's accent. The woman gave her a pendant. It was beautiful. It was the prettiest thing that she had ever seen and the woman simply gave it to her. |
Amanda put it on immediately and tried to find a window to admire the shiny object. She had no idea that her life would take a turn soon after. | Amanda put it on immediately and tried to find a window to admire the shiny object. She had no idea that her life would take a turn soon after. | ||
− | The pendant wasn't anything that solved her problems. No magical Genie to | + | The pendant wasn't anything that solved her problems. No magical Genie to grsnt her wishes. That sort of magic is reserved for storybooks and even they are embellished greatly. |
The symptoms started within days. The coughing and the blood were the worst. The fever and fainting started a week later. By December she was barely able to stand. Her friends kept their distance, abandoning her all together for fear of Tuberculosis. | The symptoms started within days. The coughing and the blood were the worst. The fever and fainting started a week later. By December she was barely able to stand. Her friends kept their distance, abandoning her all together for fear of Tuberculosis. | ||
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It wasn't an illness at all. What the young woman had given her was a cursed item. There was no ready reason why, or even thst the illness had anything to do with the item at all. No one looked twice at a dying street urchin. | It wasn't an illness at all. What the young woman had given her was a cursed item. There was no ready reason why, or even thst the illness had anything to do with the item at all. No one looked twice at a dying street urchin. | ||
− | With very little food she was wasting away and had curled up in an alleyway convinced that she'd die there. And then | + | With very little food she was wasting away and had curled up in an alleyway convinced that she'd die there. And then tmshe noticed the Shop st the end of the alleyway. With the large Copperplate lettering above the door. She decided that if she were to die, she'd like to die warm and made her way to the Shop on shaky legs. |
− | She didn't have much hope in anything. She was used to shop owners throwing her out as soon as she walked in. She peeked in through the window and nearly fell over | + | She didn't have much hope in anything. She was used to shop owners throwing her out as soon as she walked in. She peeked in through the window and nearly fell over am to avoid the swingingbdoor as an enormously corpulent man exited. She felt that was her chance and tried tonenter the Shop before the door closed. Perhaps if they thought no one had entered she coukd get a few minutes out of the weather. |
− | She's lived in that shop | + | She's lived in that shop foe five years. In that time shes never aged a day due to the odd flow, or more orecisely rhe non-flowing of Time in the Shop. It's kept the illness in stasis while [Myrios LeJean] and his "sibling" Mnema Mousias work to rid her of her curse. |
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=• A Day Off For Malak •= | =• A Day Off For Malak •= | ||
− | '''Another | + | '''Another stost that she's in. It doesnt feature her except for a note. Amanda and Myrios take care of each other.''' |
Malak scratched his head as he looked down at the empty crate. He frowned and circled the crate another time or two. He even nudged it with his foot to confirm that the crate was possibly an illusion. He left the store room at the back of his shop and returned momentarily with a broom and began to poke at the crate, poke by poke sliding the crate across the floor. Dropping the broom he squatted down next to it, peering down closer at the emptiness that the crate embodied. Giving a final scoff at the sheer laziness of the crate he stood and walked into the store room itself and looked around. | Malak scratched his head as he looked down at the empty crate. He frowned and circled the crate another time or two. He even nudged it with his foot to confirm that the crate was possibly an illusion. He left the store room at the back of his shop and returned momentarily with a broom and began to poke at the crate, poke by poke sliding the crate across the floor. Dropping the broom he squatted down next to it, peering down closer at the emptiness that the crate embodied. Giving a final scoff at the sheer laziness of the crate he stood and walked into the store room itself and looked around. | ||
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