Name: Leshya
BJD: CP Lishe Normal skin, eyes SOOM softmagenta 18mm, wig LEEK L-057 1B, makeup LUTS
Age: 28 years early in his life BJDesque Arrival / August 28, 2005
Height: 1m75
Weight: thin while keeping very feminine shapes
Character: authoritative, passionate with what she likes, icy facade, uncompromising
Likes: his companion, literature, art of fighting, horses
Dislikes: unforgiving So not all those who hurt, lose
History: Leshya was 12 the day she had her first menstruation, it also meant the end of her childhood, because the laws of his people were thus all girls become women should marry within the year.
She was the only daughter of a blacksmith of his clan, she had spent his childhood raising arms produced by his father, has run into the steppe to the cliffs that marked the end of the wide plateau where she lived. Winter only clan warriors and young adults remained on the board, while the elders, children, their mothers and herdsmen in the valley down more lenient for livestock and refrigerated frail people.
Leshya knew nothing of this valley, there was never gone. His mother died in childbirth had denied to spend her childhood, she was raised by her single father and warriors who frequented his shop. She had been raised in the heat of the forge, iron and ice from their land.
Leshya did not want this marriage, she would not be subject to a stranger who will treat that as one who must give him an heir and elevate it. She will not go into the valley ... it is not wanting this valley, there is no interest, is to escape the cold front, which is now facing al'Adversaire face it every day.
But she's only 12 years, and at that age she can not oppose the laws, and tonight she will be married, she will leave him too old for her, the widower of a first wife, touching her and raped, she should keep a low profile face him ... ...
Leshya married man, she smiles even during the three days that the ceremony lasted, his father was almost relieved to see her swallow his pride as well. But last night when the party finally came to an end, and that the spouses joined in the modest house that was to be their home, Leshya no longer smiling, she did not want this man, she did not feel these vile hands on it, and when he dominated his entire body and made her collapse on the furs, her only reaction was to take the dagger he had been offered in this marriage and planting him in the throat. Leshya had taken arms for the game, she had never killed anything but small game, but the immediate flow of blood on it ... took the immediate nausea, followed by the taste of bile in his throat, she did not vomit but stayed to watch the corpse of the man for this moment too long suspended between two minutes. Tomorrow would also be his last day to live, it would be judged and stoned ... so are the laws ...
But if she did not accept this marriage, she should accept death so easily? she had to get out of this house, this village alive ...
Fortunately for Leshya, his father loved him, loved him deeply and when she slipped over the corral, trying in vain to enter a horse to flee, he was there, as if he knew what her daughter would try to do. He knew the minute he saw the blood stained tunic Leshya what happened. Without hesitation he has helped to stand on a stupid and opened the heavy door of the corral. She heard him yell at the horses, forcing them to flee into the night and cover his flight, and his smile ,.... this was the last thing she saw him. She does not know what might come after him ... It was that day made a cross on his childhood, family, clan, that accursed valley, and fled to the depths of the land where the people are still not settled and still live under large tents, where the cold freezes you in the depths of your being here where she can not cry these losses ... and while the icy wind whipping too fragile skin of her face she knew she had won a thing that day: his freedom.
