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Madi Rye
« Thread Started on Aug 10, 2011, 6:10pm »

In some senses, this character is split into two- the same girl with two wholly different lives.

The Madison Story ultimately deals with penance and redemption and explored through a side-story which sees a younger Madison (it is unknown if she is a "rebirth" or a parallel version of herself at this time, it is part of the ongoing mystery) given the opportunity to make different decisions and take a different road - the one she walks instead of going the route of a Gunslinger, as Lofton had her be in the wake of her husband's death.

On this forum, I am exploring the Young Madi's life as it's one that quickly stole away into something enjoyable and vastly different to the one I have played for several years. The "other Madi" tale can be found on rdi.dragonsmark.com under the folder Ghost Town in West End. So all you find here is purely about the spin-off story, which I would like to grow.

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Name: Madison Acony-Belle Rye, but she usually just goes by Madi.
Age: At this time, she is newly eighteen. Due to a twist in her Other Life, she is unlikely to age beyond this.
Vocation: Groom, for Maranya Valkonan, Aliss and the Seeker.
Description: Cornflower-blue eyes that have been said to seem so faraway; not vacant, but perhaps a little sad, oracle eyes, eyes that see too much.
Rust-brown ringlets that fall to her waist. Pastel-pale skin. Known for a funny little smile and quiet. Casual clothes impressed with a day's sun and hay.
This Life: Groom, but something of a waif living in a warehouse in West End's Low Estate, and sometimes at a hotel called The Penny Moon with which she has an inexplicable affinity. This same inexplicable connection could be said of her friendship with Kusinage, the "Dark Man", their lives stitched together, she his "little shadow".

The Other Life haunts young Madi, though she is rare to speak of it at any length. Artsblood Shusburg provides a menacing comfort to the girl, claiming to know of Madi's secret and the key to what burdens her.

Misc of notes: The Backpack. This is something Madi carries with her most of the time and if it isn't hanging off one shoulder you can bet it is nearby. It contains bits of everything, from sentimentals, to a meagre sewing kit, lighter, stray bullets, a pen and fruit. Her jacket always holds a few coins. Heads or tails?

The cameo she wears discerns her well in both Lives.

I'm pretty easy-going when it comes to my story. Yeah, there are facts I won't change, things that have taken place that have their importance, but moving forward, I am open to taking the journey into new directions and seeing what becomes of her. And how she may impact the lives of your characters too.

Look forward to writing with all of you!

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Re: Madi Rye
« Reply #1 on Mar 11, 2012, 3:41am »

As it is... Updated.

Character Name: Madison Rye
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Place of Origin: Twin Cedars, The West.
Can Be Found: Cadentia or The Penny Moon
Profession: Owner and Proprietor, Guardian
Appearance: After the final strains of a song made from chaos and iron, Madison sits down in a quieter life, lifts the head of an old friend that has always sat in the corner of her house, her world, waiting. It is not unlike daring a monster. Smoke-blue regard stares down the beast. Tentatively, Madison places her hands upon the keys. Corrupted hands, but delicate and white. Father said they belonged around a gun. Her Mother said she was born for music. A hobby, for years. Her hands feel stale. Her fingers shake. Silence rises and screams around her until it is a shrieking pitch. Then, it happens..

A flat, loud cry from the ivory.

A few notes contesting. Faint as raindrops.

Grow to play like thunder.

A smile.

A heartbeat.

So begins a new composition...

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The coin flipped. He looked from it to her and said, softly, "Comedy or tragedy?" Heads or tails? He was thirty the first time he met her.

She was a lost teenage girl, built like a discarded doll. She had been too young to have such despair, such fear in her face. In their wayward conversations he would place a candle on the ground, illuminating a few more feet so that she would orient herself and step forward. There were days she would grope along in the dark, trying to find her way home, a way back to herself. At times, he would offer her his elbow so that she didn't have to walk alone. The tips of her fingers were raw from searching. She called him the dark man because she hoped he'd always be there, her shadow setting up tea lights like constellations for her. One day, she was no longer there trying to define her path.

He was thirty one the next time he met her. She came to him with few explanations and he met her with few questions, even on the days she seemed to want him to ask. She was a woman now, a gunslinger with salt and confidence. She had become another person, someone with a husband and obligations of two life times ago. In her eyes he saw her plead that he should keep her from it, but he did not raise a torch to her struggle. It was her's and the outcome would define her... he could not place tea lights on the path she was going. She sailed into the abyss without even a flicker.

He was thirty two the third time he met her in a room where her hands had been tied behind her back. He was trying to reach her through the glass face of a monitor, trying to save her. He had created deceptions, slipped into the building to find her. Now he was pulling her through the fallen bits of an already burning building before realizing that she needed to separate from him. She did not need a dark man putting down tea lights in a burning inferno. There would be ashes on the bottom of their feet forever, now.

When he was thirty three he met her for the fourth time. He asked her to bury his body underneath the cherry tree behind his house when he died. She was the only person who could set out the tea lights, the only person he would continue to meet.

- Written by Tag Sentry

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