Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Dec 25, 2013 22:08:59 GMT -5
"Teach me how to fight, I'll show you how to win.
You're my mortal flaw and I'm your fatal sin.
Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin.
Put me to the test, I'll prove that I am strong.
Behind this soft exterior, lies a warrior."~
Darcy Storm couldn't remember a time in her life when things weren't complicated. She was born and raised in the slums, her mother a w**** from one of the local brothels. She spent most of her childhood begging for scraps and coins by the roadside. As far as anyone was concerned, she was nothing. A w****'s child, born a bastard and given the surname of Storm as most illegitimate children were.
As she grew older, Darcy learned a few things about the world. When born into nothing, it is rare for someone to get anywhere in life even as they grow older. In order to get a foot in, a person needed one or a combinations of a few things: money, status, beauty and power. All of that was hard to come by where she grew up, but she was lucky enough to inherit the beauty. Her mother saw it as a curse as she watched her only daughter blossom into a young woman. Beauty wasn't always a gift, if you had men leering at you from alleyways. Most beautiful women from the slums were expected to work in a brothel as soon as they were old enough.
But Darcy was luckier than that. Her father happened to be a kindly man- and though he was sorrowful for cheating on his wife, he took Darcy in to grow up alongside his other daughter, Illium, when Darcy's mother fell ill. She went from rags to dresses and handmaidens. Her father's family wasn't as rich as a family like the Lannisters, but to Darcy, they were a miracle. Her stepmother resented all that Darcy represented, but at least her father was nice to her. Her half-sister was kind enough and gave her hand-me-downs to Darcy, though most were too small for Darcy's curvy figure.
It wasn't long before her sister was married off to the late Lord Wylde. Darcy was allowed to move in with her, to keep her sister company. It was a lucky break for a girl like Darcy. But Darcy knew that her sister always resented her. She could tell in every fake smile and forced laugh. Illium seemed to feel inferior to her half-sister- where Darcy was womanly and supple, Illium had less curves and a girlish figure. Darcy's skin was smooth with olive undertones- Illium had porcelain skin that blemished easily. Their hair were opposites, strawberry blonde versus chocolate brown. Illium never missed her husband's stolen glances at Darcy.
Yes, Darcy was quite popular with the gentleman visitors. She had a fiery attitude and lively smile that, coupled with her beauty, always attracted men like bees to honey. She could hold an intelligent conversation too, with a passion for discussing worldly problems rather than the latest fashions. She had the perfect balance of femininity and power that Illium struggled with. But Darcy didn't always want to deal with the advances of these men. After all, no one could marry a bastard child. They could only f*ck her.
The brown-haired beauty sighed gently as she looked out at the sunrise. The Stormlands could be quite beautiful, especially over the sea where Rain House sat. She often liked to watch the ships come in at the docks when it wasn't storming and today was starting out to be a perfect day.
You're my mortal flaw and I'm your fatal sin.
Let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin.
Put me to the test, I'll prove that I am strong.
Behind this soft exterior, lies a warrior."~
Darcy Storm couldn't remember a time in her life when things weren't complicated. She was born and raised in the slums, her mother a w**** from one of the local brothels. She spent most of her childhood begging for scraps and coins by the roadside. As far as anyone was concerned, she was nothing. A w****'s child, born a bastard and given the surname of Storm as most illegitimate children were.
As she grew older, Darcy learned a few things about the world. When born into nothing, it is rare for someone to get anywhere in life even as they grow older. In order to get a foot in, a person needed one or a combinations of a few things: money, status, beauty and power. All of that was hard to come by where she grew up, but she was lucky enough to inherit the beauty. Her mother saw it as a curse as she watched her only daughter blossom into a young woman. Beauty wasn't always a gift, if you had men leering at you from alleyways. Most beautiful women from the slums were expected to work in a brothel as soon as they were old enough.
But Darcy was luckier than that. Her father happened to be a kindly man- and though he was sorrowful for cheating on his wife, he took Darcy in to grow up alongside his other daughter, Illium, when Darcy's mother fell ill. She went from rags to dresses and handmaidens. Her father's family wasn't as rich as a family like the Lannisters, but to Darcy, they were a miracle. Her stepmother resented all that Darcy represented, but at least her father was nice to her. Her half-sister was kind enough and gave her hand-me-downs to Darcy, though most were too small for Darcy's curvy figure.
It wasn't long before her sister was married off to the late Lord Wylde. Darcy was allowed to move in with her, to keep her sister company. It was a lucky break for a girl like Darcy. But Darcy knew that her sister always resented her. She could tell in every fake smile and forced laugh. Illium seemed to feel inferior to her half-sister- where Darcy was womanly and supple, Illium had less curves and a girlish figure. Darcy's skin was smooth with olive undertones- Illium had porcelain skin that blemished easily. Their hair were opposites, strawberry blonde versus chocolate brown. Illium never missed her husband's stolen glances at Darcy.
Yes, Darcy was quite popular with the gentleman visitors. She had a fiery attitude and lively smile that, coupled with her beauty, always attracted men like bees to honey. She could hold an intelligent conversation too, with a passion for discussing worldly problems rather than the latest fashions. She had the perfect balance of femininity and power that Illium struggled with. But Darcy didn't always want to deal with the advances of these men. After all, no one could marry a bastard child. They could only f*ck her.
The brown-haired beauty sighed gently as she looked out at the sunrise. The Stormlands could be quite beautiful, especially over the sea where Rain House sat. She often liked to watch the ships come in at the docks when it wasn't storming and today was starting out to be a perfect day.