Ryen

The air grew warmer with each passing moment; the wind began to play it's haunting music through that of the leaves, causing even the trees to dance in their own way by swaying their branches from place to place. As the storm brewed closer, the sky began to steadily darken. Blanketing the land with a cover of blackness, but the moon shone in it's ghostly manner. Peeping in and through every little noke and cranny, the flowing clouds allowed. The area was deserted, all for the figure of a lone rider atop the hill bank. The beast beneath the person was a grey steed, tossing it's great head back and forth uneasy about the storm acoming, but will make no move of scurrying away unless commanded by his master atop. The figure, from far off has the appearance of a man but little know that this one is most assuredly a woman. The dark brown french cocked hat atop, sends shadows playing against her pale face keeping the side mask from presented itself. Wisps of short raven locks blow more repeatedly into the masked side of her face, shielding it more. Loose brown-black trouser's encase her slendar limbs, with jack knife boots adorned with a silver buckle at the knees. A loose and flowing white blouse, with a burgundy claret coat adorned her front, keeping hidden the testimony that she was not a he. As the moon released itself from it's cloudy prison, to shine it's wealth of light unto this woman revealing that one half of her face was covered in a dusty brown side mask, with it's straps disappearing upwards and to her left side, behind those delicately rounded ears. A pair of grassy green eyes peer out, to gaze and wonder at the road before her, waiting.. waiting for a carriage to arrive with a bounty of gold and jewels. Leaning down to give a pat to a misty grew neck, natural pinken lips whispering softly into greyish ears of her horse:: Prepare yehself Prudence.. for soon the night shall be completed

Ryen was the product of a French baron and an actress. A bastard child, whom Angelica gave up to her old lover due to the fact the life of an actress's daughter was not a pleasant one. So Angelica presented Ryen to her father Lucien and his noble wife Jeanne.
Ryen was welcomed within the household and her new mother for Jeanne was unable to produce any children for her lord husband, and his bastard child was a dream come true for her. She raised Ryen to be the proper lady when Angelica deposited the infant girl into the noble woman's arms. Relieved the woman showed no spite for her daughter.
The young lady grew into a willful daughter but knew her place. She held great promise of catching any lord's eyes by her rich beauty at the age of twelve, but like so many others tragedy struck. This was by a fire scarring one side of her lovely face. She and her father was enjoying an outting of riding their horses when they took notice of a cottage aflame. Since it was their province they needed to find out what happen and what could be done. Reaching the farmers they learned both that a young child was trapped within. Ryen without a thought or care hopped off her horse and forced her way into the flamming building much to her father's shock and fright. Saving the child from the flaming death, but all no there is a price for such things and she earned hers by a piece of flaming tiber swinging down to wack into the side of her face. The pain was intense but still the nagging sensation to save the young boy took over..She emerged with her face bright scarlet red..her glorious black hair was singed..
Now she was not wanted by anyone due to the scar on her face until the life of the nobles was left unbearable..she ran when she was only seventeen..with money in her bank account she commissoned and bought her own ship..and took to the seas.. to become a lady pirate of sorts.. her parents are still alive only visiting them on occasion.. she looks more manish only that is what she wanted.. and often she would not tell a soul until it was foung out.
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