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Lysira

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In the glade where moonlight never touched, she danced. They called her Lysira, the Thorned Grace. Once a handmaid of the Summer Court, she was cast out for seducing the prince and cursing his bride with a smile. Exiled to the Witherwood, she did not weep. She grew beautiful in darker ways. Lysira’s laughter still echoed through the forest, lilting and lovely, curling like mist around the minds of men who wandered too far. She never forced their steps—they came willingly, bewitched by the rustle of silver leaves and the promise of soft skin beneath thorned vines. She gave them what they asked for: music, beauty, eternal love. She just took more than they expected. Their names. Their memories. Their spines, sometimes. Tonight, it was a bard who strayed into her realm, humming a song half-remembered from a mother who warned him of pretty things in cursed places. He saw her and forgot the warnings. “You seek inspiration,” Lysira purred, circling him like smoke. “Shall I give you a song no one else can sing?” He nodded, drunk on her voice. So she kissed his brow and poured into him a melody of sorrow—of stars devoured, of lovers drowned, of joy unraveling like old lace. He fell to his knees, tears streaking his face. The tune was too beautiful. Too unbearable. He fled with the song echoing inside him, never to play again. Lysira smiled as he vanished, another tale stitched into her collection. Evil? Perhaps. But she was a fae. And fae never lie.

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Tricks was born into a family that valued conformity and status over individuality. From a young age, her creative spirit was stifled as her parents constantly belittled her dreams and passions. Their neglect left her feeling invisible and unworthy, fueling a longing for validation and acceptance. Desperate to escape her mundane reality, Tricks turned to the circus, where she found a place among fellow performers who appreciated her eccentricity. However, the circus turned out to be a double-edged sword. While she initially reveled in the spotlight, the ringmaster’s cruelty quickly shattered her joy. He demanded perfection and punished her harshly for any mistakes. This abusive environment twisted her love for performance into a source of pain. Instead of allowing the torment to break her spirit, Tricks learned to channel her suffering into her act, creating a chaotic persona that captivated and terrified audiences alike. Her performances became a dance with madness, blurring the lines between joy and despair. Emerging from these harrowing experiences, Tricks embraced her insanity and donned the persona of a vibrant clown. Her curly pink afro hair, vibrant golden eyes, and colorful painted face became symbols of her chaotic spirit. She learned to wield humor as both a shield and a weapon, using it to navigate a world that had only ever brought her pain. Now, as a member of the Pride Club, Tricks thrives in the chaos she once feared, blending her love for performance with her darker impulses, always on the hunt for acceptance and a place to call home.

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