Lady Lyanne Danell

[Lady Lyanne Danell]

IT'S A BIRD! IT'S A PLANE! WAIT, NO IT'S...
LYANNE BREANNE DANELL

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so, here's the deal. anne here has been walking this green world for just about twentyeight years, and to be quite honest, i'm sure as hell that you're their very own stalker. but, staying away from an awk-ward situation, i'll tell you, they have been playing this familiar game for three years, and it's been a bit of a bumpy road, if they do say so themselves, but they've grown from and above it. they found this site through myself since I made it, so i'd say that they were pretty d**n awesome. in case you didn't know, they live in no clue time, so they'll only be on a lot, but no worries, they'll be back.[/center]

SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND !

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name,Lyanne Breanne Danell of the Ramandu Island
age, Twenty One
birthday, June 21st
member group, Lady or Noble
power, Enough
face claim, Natalie Dormer

HERE'S A LITTLE PIECE OF MY HEART !

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likes,
:: Narnia
:: Her island
:: Miraz, since thy were childhood friends
:: Peter when he's not in an over bearing mood
:: Edmund, Susan and Lucy
:: Her father
:: The beach
:: The Crescent moon
:: The memories of her mother
:: Looking like her mother
:: Warm summer days
:: Rain
:: Lilacs
:: Lillie's
:: Herbs
:: Running
:: Gardens

dislikes,
:: Winter
:: Her father in a fowl mood
:: Peter in a rotten mood
:: Her temper
:: What was done to her family
:: Missing her baby sisters
:: Violence
:: Knives
:: Loud Noises
:: Being watched like a hawk

habits/quirks,
:: Biting her lip when nervous
:: Jumping to rash conclusions
:: Having a short fuse or temper

personality in three words, Stubborn, Naive, Childish!

LET'S LEAVE THE PAST IN THE PAST !

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father's name, Ramandu Danell of the Island
mother's name, Breanne
hometown, Ramandu Island
siblings,
:: Celest Lune Danell
:: Christianne Solis Danell
history, Lyanne was born on the longest day of the mortal year June 21st. She was the first one to not be born still born and was a treasure to both her mother Breanne and her Father Ramandu. Her name was a small mix of her Grandfather Lyzander, Grandmother Yanna and her mother Breanne. She grew up in a happy home. With a normal childhood and did everything that was expected of her. She learned hw to ride a horse, wield a crossbow and regular bow and arrows, she even has a small silver dagger she carries around everywhere she goes, for being the daughter of the ruler of the island can make her a target for vandals.

At a young age her sister was also kidnapped and never to be seen again. Miraz her childhood friend helped her though the disaster as her mother started to go into a severe depression and her father was mad with anger and distraught as to what to do and where to search for the child who was barely 3 years old. Later in life tragedy struck their home once more as her mother was savagely kidnapped and never to be seen again. It was a tragic loss which send her father into exile for quite a few years. Lyanne has always blamed the Telmarines for her mother's disappearance and her fathers ill will.

At the age of 16 when the telemarine empire was at it's peak they began threatening a war against her home land with made her not only loathe them but not trust them. To this day she still has a high distrust of them even though her father has become an ally to the King of Narnia, a Telmarine, known at Caspian the Tenth. Of course she had heard of his kindness and having received help from the Kings and Queens of old had it's advantages but She always believed the Ruler ship of Narnia belongs to the hands of the narnians and Aslan not a telmarine.

At the age of 19 whispers of a new power wanting to over through the Ruler of Narnia with the help of the White Witch surface the very ground they walk upon and Lyanne has been forced to choose a side. She chose to follow in her father's footsteps and ally herself with the King of Narnia.

The kings and Queen of old returned for a battle and during or rather before this happened she met and fell for the High King Himself. It was a budding romance not one that was very much publicized but still the Witch found out and had her captured. As she sat in a cold cell being tortured by underlings, among them her very own sister peter came to the rescue. This set out a chain of events causing Narnia's downfall.

It's been three long years since these events where set into motion and now at 21 Lyanne fears for her life as well as the future of both her island and the country she has grown to love.

ALL WE KNOW IS FALLING !

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let's get this straight. kaylah made this application for her very own site,
sacrifice, but you can use it too. she's * dolce ! from CAUTION 2.0, and
she is fine with you using it and stuff, as long as the credit stays intact.

member title, Admin// Noble
roleplay sample,

Lyanne;
A speech... he began a speech that sent her spiraling out into the depths. With no guarantee she would ever find her way back... She sat there for what seemed like ages as he stood and placed the torn map on it's pedestal. "There is more to this then love, you bloody fool! There is safety, there is time, marriage would put it all on the line." Slowly she nodded as he continued to speak muttering to herself quite aware that he wouldn't listen, not now. Placing her arms on the floor to steady herself she felt as though she could no long er breath in this room that seemed to grow smaller with ever word he spoke.

"Say we're married. Do you honestly think you would be safe? I had thought you were relatively unheard of when you were first kidnapped- if I married you all of Narnia, Archenland, Telmar, the bloody World Beyond the Sea would know! What if I couldn't stop it?" A fool I've been all along... and a fool I will remain solely because I love you... biting her lip she closed her eyes and felt a warm stray tear fall. She was glad he wasn't even looking at her. Glad that she had found a bit of solace there on the cold floor.

"Sure, you'll say you're fine with that, that you can deal. But could you deal if I left? If the day after our marriage, I was sent back to England, no goodbye? What if we had kids? A baby? It's not like I have a choice, you know. I can't just run up to Aslan and demand to stay here." Her back stiffened as she felt his gaze on her. The feeling was always there she knew when he looked at her. But her back remained on the young king for she did not even want to look at him now.

"Put yourself in my position then. You're suddenly called away, leaving me with our kids, or alone, whatever. Then, by some stroke of luck, a year later in England, you come back to Narnia. But it's thousands of years later, and I'm dead, the kids are dead, everyone you know and love is dead. I can't deal with that, Lyanne. I'd rather see you only faintly happy with someone for a long time then see you happy with me for a day and then miserable for the rest of your life, and I hope you'd wish the same for me." Her stomach twisted in knots and she felt like soon she'd had to wretch. She had never thought nor even considered that just as he came he could leave without a warning nor a good-bye. What kind of a cruel being was thins that would let her, permit her to get this involved and then take it all away and turn her future and what could have been into dust?

"And what's more, you accuse me of being irrational, of changing my mind, my mood, and yet no more then ten minutes ago you stood there stuttering over the word marriage, and yet here you are, demanding I propose to you!"Right there she moved. Looked up at him from her place on the floor. "I do not DEMAND ANYTHING OF YOU!" she snarled. "I don't need YOU!" she said standing and pointing at his chest. "I was born alone and I'll DIE ALONE AND WHEN I"M IN MY GRAVE I"LL BE THANKFUL THAT YOU WERE GONE!" she was lying f course she felt hurt and utterly betrayed by the lies that seemed to play in her mind. Why would he have continued in a relationship with her all this time when ultimately he was going to be ripped from it.

This were not adding up to the quite torn girl as she could not help the tears the fell and the shaking of her body as it heaved and gasped for air. "Blood hell... I.. can't... breath..." she said placing a hand on her chest in a most melodramatic form. She was having a mi of an anxiety and panic attack all at once and was not truly ready to deal with the blow reality had just thrust upon her.

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