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 Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:04 pm
I been alone
All the years
So many ways to count the tears
I never change
I never will
I'm so afraid the way I feel
Days when the rain and the sun are gone
Black as night
Agony's torn at my heart too long
So afraid
Slip and I fall and I die
My name is Lyon Myers, and welcome to my world.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:06 pm
Navigational Chart
I My Name is Lyon Myers, and Welcome to My World
II Navigational Chart
III All About Lyon
IV Lyon's Adventures
V Lyon's World
VI Lyon's Story
VII--XV Reserved
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:07 pm
 General Information:
Name: Lyon Myers
Aliases: Lyon
Gender: Male
Quote:
Likes: Carson stroking his back, locks, reading, running
Dislikes: Having an AI in his head, wearing his helmet, duct tape
About: The youngest son of York and Cary, Lyon was the one that York chose at random to raise in his apartment. However, it wasn't long before the possessive Rho and Ayin, Cary's AIs, kidnapped him to raise with his brothers. Lyon went from being cheerful, if easily frightened, to being paranoid.
All his life, he associated physical contact with affection and affection with lust; there was no middle ground. Thus, what terrorized him more than anything else was the concept of being raped. Ayin used his pathological fear to subdue him, beating him whenever he tried running away. However, she held off on the ultimate punishment--even she had morals, refusing to sexually abuse a kit. One evening after Lyon grew up, while Cary was distracted elsewhere, Rho and Ayin caught Lyon running away yet again. They dragged him back to the apartment, where Rho possessed him via his helmet. Once Rho had control of Lyon's body, he and Ayin had sex.
The experience shattered Lyon. He attempted first to drown himself in the shower, then get so drunk that he would no longer remember what happened. Neither succeeded. Cary returned home and Lyon accidentally revealed what her AIs had done. Fearing for his life and sanity, Cary took him to live with Agent Nevada. Nev's son Carson, an old friend of Lyon's, nursed him back to mental health, in the process causing Lyon to fall in love with him. Now that he and Lyon are together, Lyon has lost much of his fear of the outside world, though he still will not let any AI into his head and dreads being out of control of his body.
He has York's brown hair worn long, with his bangs grown out and swept across his face to hide his right eye and Cary's royal purple eyes.
Relationships:
Parents: Carolina x York
Siblings: Lawrence, Raleigh; Yvette, Kyna, Dominic; Circe, Anael, Sekhmet
Mate: Carson
Offspring: none
Friends: Carson, Rosalia
OOC Information:
Status: Taken
Posts in: olive
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:09 pm
Lyon's World
Relations
Carolina--My mother.
???--My biggest brother.
Raleigh--My next oldest brother.
Friends
Enemies
Acquaintances
Housemates
Ayin--I'm afraid of her...
Rho--I'm afraid of him...
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:10 pm
My name is Lyon Myers. It’s nice to meet you, Miroslav.
Me? No, I’m not a resident at the House of Mist. I’m just here to visit relatives. I haven’t seen my brother and sister for a while. Well, we saw each other the other day at the shop, but they invited me to come over to chat some more. I remember them mentioning you; they told me a little about your story. And I’m sorry. I know what it’s like to be imprisoned against your will, to be…to be used…
It’s a…a long story. And it’s hard to tell. It’s really…really hard to tell. I’m still a little broken inside. You can’t heal from break if it happens most of your life, especially when you’re a kit. I’ll still tell you if you want to hear. I’m just warning you. I get…emotional about some parts of it. I’m sure you’ll understand.
My parents are York and Cary—Robert Myers and Melissa Warren. They met at training. They were Freelancers, you see—special operatives, the best of the best in war. You know Freelancers; Monty’s a Freelancer. Some of them were paired with artificial intelligence partners—AIs—like Pi is partnered with Monty. Only Mom was paired with two AIs—R-Rho and A…A-Ayin. Even now, I’m s-still s-s-scared of them…I’ll be okay. Just…bad memories. Bad memories all around. They’ll never leave you. And as I’m sure Epsilon would say if he were listening to us, sometimes you have to—or no one will.
Freelancers were only supposed to have one. Anyone should only have one. But Mom had two. To see what would happen—yes, Doctor Church, the Director, was just as bad as your witch doctor. He wanted to see what would happen if someone had two AIs in their head, so they took my mother, who would hardly have survived with one AI, who did not rate well for implantation, and gave her two minds to share her head with.
What happened? Well, she went insane, for one. She…could hardly function. A-Ayin and Rho kept getting her into bed with people at the base, got her distracted in ******** each other in her head. I hear that’s how she met Dad—she found herself in bed with him without knowing how she had gotten there. She had had feelings for him, and A-Ayin exploited that. She was the real driving force in Mom’s head. She told Mom what to do, she told Rho what to do. Ayin was behind all of it, everything that happened, it was Ayin. And even after what Ayin made her do, Mom still loved Dad. Years later, when so much had happened, when she thought she had lost them forever, when she finally found Dad, she loved him, even though his love and his being was pledged to his own AI, Delta, and they had two kids—no, not Kyna and Dominic, Dom is younger than me. He showed up after Epic grew up. Kyna and her older twin sister, Yvette. She has her own place, so she doesn’t live here, either.
Mom wanted Dad…she wanted what she was never allowed to have when Rho and Ayin ran the place. So when D was out of the house, she seduced my father, and my brothers and I resulted. Lawrence, Raleigh, and me. I was supposed to live with Dad. That was the agreement. Dad would raise one of the kids, and he chose me. I lived with him for one night, and it was wonderful. This was when I was a bowl. I was a little surprised—D loved me, even if I wasn’t his son—but I was happy. But the next day, when Dad took me to the shop…Rho and Ayin had shown up. And they didn’t like Lawrence and Raleigh. Not one bit.
They’d learned something from Mom. AI often do. They pick up emotions, integrate it into their programming somehow—they learned how to be happy, how to be sad, how to be angry, how to love. Yes. Rho and Ayin loved my mother, though they did not fully understand the emotion the way…everyone else does. They thought the possession of the lover is imposed by the one who loves them, not a gift given from one to the other. I can see you’re starting to see where this story is going. Rho and Ayin found Dad and beat him up, and they kidnapped me…for the next few months, my life was…Hell. That’s…that’s what it was. The only way to describe it.
It wasn’t the right way to raise kits. Two-room apartment, one of the rooms was the bathroom. One bed, three…active…adults, and three kits. And what was worse, the three of them had three more kits not long after we arrived—my half-sisters, Circe, Anael, and Sekhmet. You’ve heard of Sekkie? I’m not surprised—she’s Ailur and Ash’s mother. Yes, that means they’re one third Rho and Ayin. Don’t hold it against them…they have little of their grandparents in them. But you can tell it was stuffed. The nine of us could hardly breathe. We slept on the ground, and each of us had a way to keep out the sounds of our parents ******** at night.
No. It was not lovemaking. Has Epsilon told you that each AI is an aspect of a greater AI? Well, Rho was the cunning of the…original…and Ayin was the lust. In a tiny space even tinier than our apartment, the three of them—Mom, Rho, and Ayin—became twisted, tied together, bleeding into each other, breaking off pieces and integrating other parts into each other. Rho was as lustful as his AI partner, and Ayin as cunning as he. And the both of them viewed Mom’s children as their own. Not their own children—their own as Mom was their own.
…Yes. Yes. They did. But not for that reason. Not…not quite…for that reason…I’ll…I’ll explain. Please don’t interrupt. I’ve told the story before. Not the whole one, but the…the pieces…that have come between. This is the first time…I need to tell it, I need to tell it, but give me time. Give me…let me tell it…in my own way. Please. Please don’t interrupt me.
Not their own to…not in the same way. But we were their property. We could not do as we were not supposed to. Lawrence didn’t mind—he was a momma’s boy. So long as his mother was nearby, he didn’t care. The girls didn’t mind, either. Well, I’m sure they minded some parts, and they didn’t always get along with us. But these were their parents. They didn’t have another place. Raleigh and I, though, we did. We had Dad’s apartment, a mystical place far away, a way that Rho and Ayin did not know, but I knew, at least. We hated our captors. We hated them so much. But while I crumpled in the corner, Raleigh was strong. He was tough. He didn’t take anything, not love, not affection, no s**t at all from anyone else. So he was clever. He was careful. He picked his moment, and when he found the opportunity, he took it. He escaped Rho and Ayin, and found his way to Dad’s apartment. There, he put Dad and D through Hell, I hear. But every time someone mentions it, Dad may complain a bit, but he says, in the end, Raleigh polished up good. He did. He’s a great guy now, and I’m procrastinating now, I’m sorry, sorry…
I didn’t escape. I wasn’t clever. I tested my luck all the time, so Ayin was always ready. From an early age, I had many…fears. I feared what my mother did at night, I feared it so much…I knew. I always knew what was going to happen, I think…it was obvious what was going to happen. So I feared it. I tried to avoid it, but you can’t avoid the inevitable. I feared touch, thinking it would come following even the most casual pat. I feared women, too…I still do. I can’t help it. I just do. Something about them makes me nervous. It frightens me.
I was an adult when Rho and Ayin raped me. Even they had scruples. I was trying to escape. Again. I failed. Again. So Rho possessed me, and they had sex with each other. Using my body. I don’t think I could ever…ever convey the horror. They left me and left the apartment. I tried to drown myself. I tried to get drunk. When Mom found me, I was so plastered I just told her what happened. Not in so many words, but I did. I fell unconscious, and she told the girls, and when Rho and Ayin came back from raping Raleigh and D, they found they were no longer welcome with the woman they now realized they’d loved from the beginning. I don’t know where they are now. None of us knew where they were then. But we were certain that I had to get out of the apartment, just in case. So Mom took me to the home of a friend, another Freelancer named Nev. He, too, had fallen in love with his AI—Eta. They have three children: D’Artagnon, Rosalia, and…Carson.
Carson was the only friend I’d ever had. I’d known him from an early age, and when I moved into the same apartment as him…I went straight from Hell to Heaven. He helped me heal. He comforted me. He kept me feeling safe. He kept me safe. And I fell in love with him, and he fell in love with me. And we’re together now, and I couldn’t be happier—I’ve healed, or healed as much as I ever will.
So you’re not alone, Miroslav. You’re not the only one who’s been imprisoned, who’s been broken inside. I guess the point of my story, if a true story, if a story that is played out like water flowing downhill with no goal set in mind can have a point, is that you can heal. And you will heal. Nightmares never last forever. Someday, you will be free, and someone will be there to hold you tight and keep you safe. And from that fortress, from the power of their love and your love, you can banish the last vestiges of shadow, and you can be truly free.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:11 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2008 3:25 pm
Breedings
[url=http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll74/Geyser39/Lyonadult.png]Lyon[/url] x [url=http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm97/TheLuckyNoodle/Uncerted/Cosplay/Carson3.png]Carson[/url]
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