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Name: Amelia_Aedaria
Rank: Earner
Level: 15
Status: Dead
Home City: Bricktown, DT
Wealth: Wealthy
Start Date: Jul 09, '16 01:21:23
Last Active: Jul 26, '16 17:51
Messages Sent: 117
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L'ordine dei Ladri Reali

*** NOT PP FRIENDLY ***

I try to be a peaceful player, and I'd like to expect the same from you. Please no PP Or I will be forced to retaliate. 

Thanks. 

 

 

Once upon a time.. 

There was a young woman. Amelia Aedaria was a young woman, age 24. She had long ebony curls, and bright baby blue eyes, with elegant features and bright ruby lips. She had lived a life full of unfortunate circumstances. She has no idea who her parents are, being dropped off at a catholic orphanage at only a few days old. Her parents weren't from the area, and left as soon as they arrived, and transferred ownership of their child to the church. The sister on the receiving side decided to call her Amelia,after the saint of farmers and fishermen, seeing as the parents had yet to decide on a name. 

Maybe she wasn't a cute enough child, or perhaps she had too much of an attitude, but as the years past by children around her found new homes, with loving mothers in pretty bright dresses and fathers with lovely eyes who smelled of cologne and expensive cigars. Amelia never did get that happy family she so desperately desired. Instead, upon refusing to devote herself to an invisible man in the sky, the church upon reaching adulthood she was rejected from the orphanage, after all they needed beds for more children, and the young lady was just too disobedient.

So at age 18, with little knowledge of the world Ame had to figure out a way to survive. She learned awfully quick that men stared at her differently then they did other women. Hungry and desperate an elderly man took her in. He fed her, clothed her and gave her shelter. For the first little while things seemed to be heading in a positive direction. He encouraged her to get comfortable with herself. What she didn't realize was his kindness came at a price. Eventually he started to teach her things she wasn't exactly comfortable with but he had taken care of her and thus she felt she owed him so she obeyed. Eventually he would bring men over, different "friends" he knew from such and such a place. 

One night things got a little too rough, instead of the usual routine he came home drunk with a group of 6 men. Terrified she tried to fight them off, had enough of the way she was being handled but she was just a young girl with no family, no one who cared and they were just far to overpowering. Hours later, after they had their fun, the men started to leave until all that were left was amelia and her master. 

He had been angry with the way she had acted, said that such a struggle was irritating and that he made half the money than he should have that night. Angrily he beat her and held her down, ignoring her screams and non-consent. Through her tears she saw a screwdriver from under the couch, desperate she reached and with some luck grabbed the handle. With adrenal coursing through her veins she reached around defending herself, hoping to hurt him and get him away, instead she struck him in the side of the neck. In minutes he was dead, with his blood on amelia's hands. 

In shock she ran upstairs shaking. She knew she could stay here, soon someone would come around and his body would be found. But first she needed to shower, she needed to get rid of his blood, organize her thoughts so she could make a clear get away. The water couldn't get hot enough to wash away the images that had burned themselves into her mind. The water ran cold and she didn't even notice for quite some time. 

She dressed and gathered her belongings and was about to leave when she remembered the safe her master had kept underneath his bed. She obtained the key from her masters neck and ran back to his bedroom stealing roughly forty five thousand dollars that he had squirreled away. With the money and a bag of clothes ran. 

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After a few years, Amelia had learned to use her appearance to her advantage, perfected her craft and was now her own boss. She associated with the rich, and got her money for senior men with too much money and an inability to get laid in any other way. This sufficed for quite some time and she was able to maintain a decent lifestyle, never staying in one place for too long. Now she found her self in Detroit ready to start over again.

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