LYLA BANE

lyla bane

I USED TO TRUST THE MEDIA TO TELL ME THE TRUTH

Anyone that has met Lyla at least once would immediately know that she's not native to Selphia. Her accent calls back to a town for a way from the peaceful town that she affectionately refers to as a "peaceful hovel of diversity." It stood in stark contrast to her place of origin; a town of strictly business where the most socialization happened whenever money was changing hands. It was strictly humans there and anyone different was often shunned, even if that difference were magic flowing through one's veins.

Her being a mage got her bullied. And not being the type to take that, she got into fights. And fights, of course meant trouble. Never did she use it to hurt someone (aside from a boy that got too handsy), but she was still viewed as something different, a threat, and with that, her mother sent her off to live with her grandma on the edge of Selphia when she was thirteen. Her tendency to scrap did not die of immediately, however. A life of always looking over one's shoulder isn't easily shaken off.

Her grandma owned the town's magic and potion shop and was related to her through the wayward father she only met a handful of times. It was from her that Lyla learned how to better use her magic and not be ashamed of it. And with time, Lyla began to flourish within Selphia. While she was still apprehensive in some social settings for some time, she did learn how to adapt and accept that not everyone was out to screw her over and, maybe, they genuinely wanted to get to know her. It was a welcome change.

Several weeks after Lyla turned nineteen, her grandmother passed of old age. It probably goes without saying that the young mage inherited the shop from her. She spent the last several years of her life learning how to maintain it and it was an inevitability at that point, but she never would have guessed it would happen so soon. She felt as though there were still too much for her to learn to take over, but over the course of a few years, she managed to keep the place from going under and started to expand it.

A handful of years later, many around town might have noticed her in the company of a man most assume is another mage. He traveled around and the pair regularly did business. Over time, that business relationship became something more, a hell of a lot more, and proof of that can be seen in the daughter they brought into the world a couple of months ago. Much of the town finds it awkward that (as far as they know), the pair is not married and that the other mage still carries on with much of his traveling. Or at least for now.

These days, when Lyla isn't managing her shop in-town, she's in her outskirts house working and tending to her kid. She finds her life extremely busy and even more so extreme in lack of sleep, but she hasn't been any happier in her life than she is now. Like anyone else, there are aspects of it that she would like to improve upon or change, but only time will tell whether or not she can do anything about them.


It is 3AM and, as always, Lyla wakes up to the sound of impatient squealing. For someoneo so tiny, Sage has one hellf a mouth for demanding attention. Fortunately, Lyla's always been something of a night owl. Having a baby only meant that she'd have to rearrange a few things she normally took care of when the sun went down. If anything, Sage is more of a gift than a burden and keeps Lyla from working herself down to te bone.

If there is a downside, it is the chance that the people of Selphia that live above their shops can hear all the small child's squealing. While Lyla has the joy of not opening until noon, many of them rise with the sun. So, she makes it a strong point to make sure that Sage is snug against her body before leaving her shop for their home on the edge of town.

[b]DEATH PARADE, kurokami no ona[/b] as [i]lyla bane[/i]