Becca full backstory

 

Rebecca Aya Perdehil-Romain, was the eldest child born to Lord Elrond of Rivendell and a hybrid elf, Elenna Romain. Her tale isn’t as happy as her siblings, but it is hers just the same. Rebecca was born in the human world after her mother had fled the Elven world when she learned of her impending birth. Elenna had been the daughter of a high born unknown elf, and as such had been promised to another when she was very young, but her heart always belonged to Elrond. From the day the two had met, they were in love with each other. Elrond, being in line for the Lordship, one day, was also promised to another, but they somehow found time to be together. They grew up together, and with it, their love bloomed. That was one of the only happy memories Elenna ever had, for after finding out she was pregnant, she fled Imlardis, never to return. She fled to spare Elrond the scandal and raised her child in secret.  Though she was certain, given what her child was mixed with, there would be those who would seek to use Rebecca, once she grew older, as a weapon, or a means to an end, so for the first seven years of Rebeccas life, she was raised on a small farm, in secret.  Those seven years past by in a flash.

 

When Rebecca turned eight, her mother ‘sold’ her into training. Thinking that if her young one knew how to protect herself, it would help her. Training at first wasn’t so bad. The first “Master” Rebecca had taught her how to defend herself, how to go about unseen, how to fight. He was the nicer of the later Masters she would come to have. She stayed with this Master for four years, and when she was 12, she was ‘sold’ to another. This Master was cruel, sadistic and spiteful. He ruled not by kindness as the first one had, but by the whip and his fists. He taught Rebecca the arts of torture, of the vile acts of taking life. When Rebecca sought to defy him, he sought to break her! He would go into a rage and beat her senseless, or he would throw her into a dark pitlike hole and starve her, or he would force her hand by grabbing hers in his own hand and making her do as he commanded. He paid no mind to her please, or to the ones they tortured for his training, and constantly berated her. Saying that she was weak and he would beat the humanity out of her if he had too. All this, her mother saw and pretended to be oblivious too. Thinking that this training would be needed to keep her daughter strong, and Rebecca, seeing no help in her own mother, began to withdraw. She learned to gauge her “Masters” moods by just the sound of his footsteps, she began to watch constantly for she never knew when he would be in a good mood or a bad one, and bad moods meant punishment for her even if she didn’t do anything wrong. She learned much more then what he had sought out to teach her. She was again sold to another Master when she turned 16 and there the training only got worse. She had also reached her full adult height by this age and had her first shift into wolf as well. She thought she was going crazy when that happened! She had displeased her Master and he had been beating her and yelling at her and her anger had just exploded till she shifted and literally ripped his hand that held the whip from his arm! She had been sent home to her mother then, to recuperate but the damage had already been done. She stayed with her mother till she was 20. The day after she turned 20, her mother was murdered. Finding herself alone for the first time, Rebecca had a near panic attack. She was not used to being alone, and though there had been little love between them, Elenna had still been her mother. the only link she had to who she was. Set adrift, she roamed, from town to town, seeking out any sort of work she could do to make a living, trying to put her horrible past behind her.

It was there, she first met Luther. A tall, skinny, annoying man who never seemed to leave her alone from the second they had spotted each other in a bookstore. Luther made her feel things...things she wasn’t to certain she wanted to feel. She knew what anger was, what hate was but she had never truly felt love and it frightened her.  Luther was kind, gentle, and he seemed to understand her need for space and time. He was very attentive and seemed really interested in the shy, angry, timid yet bright young woman she had become. He saw something in her that she didn’t even see herself, and taught her, slowly, how to live another way. That life didn’t have to be a fight all the time, that people could honestly be good and not wanting something from her for being nice to her. Slowly, the more time they spent together, she slowly began to come out of her shell. The scars of her past were hard to overcome, and she still fights with them from time to time, but Luther was the one who set her feet upon the path of light. She slowly fell for him, telling him all of her secrets and desires, and for the first time felt like someone was actually listening to her. Things seemed to be going well, for the first time in her life. But all that changed one night. Luther had been headed home, from his job in town and was late in getting home. Rebecca had decided to go for a walk and during this time, Luther had returned home and was home alone. The very thing that Elenna had thought to shield her daughter from in the beginning came back with a vengeance that night. Four men, sent by one of her former Masters, had entered her house, demanding to know where she was, and Luther refused to tell them. When they saw that they would get nothing out of the human, they beat him up and left him for dead, leaving before Rebecca returned. When she finally got home from her walk, she knew something was wrong. She could smell the blood and ran towards the house, heart pumping in panic and that is where she found Luther. Laying upon the floor of their home, bleeding out from a deep wound to his side. She cradled him gently to her, and he was able to gasp out what had happened. Tears falling, she held him and tried to save him, but his wound was to great and with a tender caress to her cheek, and a softly whispered “I love you.”, he died...right there in her arms. To say her pain was great was an understatement. This was the first time she had actually loved someone, and to have them taken was almost to much. She gently laid him on the sofa, and as she left the house, she knocked over an oil lamp which in turn set the whole house on fire, consuming everything she had known and loved. She felt herself withdrawing back into that space inside her where nothing hurt, and felt the rage build as she stood there and watched her home, her heart, burn.

 

It took some time, but one by one, she tracked those men who had dared hurt her loved one, and slowly, efficiently, killed them. She left the Master who sent them for last, so he would know she was coming for him. But when she killed him, it didn’t take away the pain like she had hoped it would. It only made her feel that much worse. Not able to take her emotions nor understanding them, she fled into the woods, shifting as she ran. For many years after, she lived with a wolf pack. She was always sneaking away to shift back to human so she wouldn’t be stuck as a wolf forever, but she stayed with the same pack for many years, never aging for by this time, she had stopped aging. She was regarded as a high member of the pack, but always treated a little differently, as if the wolves knew she wasn’t real wolf. For years, she hunted, ran with and helped raise the pack pups but always something felt missing. One day, while she was sitting near the creek, she heard a whisper upon the wind and she cocked her head to the side to listen. “Remember who you are...” It seemed to say. “Go to your father. He will protect you.” It reminded her of something her mother had once said to her when she was young. That she had a father in another realm and should she ever find herself alone, to find him. she wasn’t sure how she would go about doing that, but one day, she simply stood up, stretched and walked away from the pack, never looking back.

It took a few years of searching, following up every lead, chasing down every whisper, but finally, she found herself at the gates of Rivendell. The place her mother had fled with her unborn child some 2000 years before. She didn’t know what to think as she stood staring at the magnificence that was her home. Raising her head high, she continued down the path till she was met by elves along the way who asked her who she was and what her business was there. When told she there to see Lord Elrond, they brought her to him at once, and when she first saw her Ada, it was like...an emotion for which there was no words. She knew him...by sight, by scent, and by the sudden frantic beating her in her heart. And yet, she was distrustful. All she knew of family was what she had learned at the hands of her mother. Elrond was surprised to say the least to find out he had a daughter, but there was no denying it for she had Elennas build yet had Elronds eyes. She was welcomed into the fold and met her siblings. She was surprised to find out she had siblings and didn’t know how to act around them at first. Melissa/Ari, Roh, Xandria, Lucy, and Dan. They were patient with her, taught her the ropes so to speak and over time, she slowly opened up to them. It was a long hard road, as she was used to the ways of the wilds, and didn’t trust people at first but with time and love, she bloomed into the gentle, trusting, forgiving creature she is now. Though her and her siblings antics are sure to have given her Ada grey hairs, she had found her place, where she belonged and for the first time in a long time, she was happy.

Years passed, and she met many people, had many adventures but the biggest one so far is being a mother to triplets. The babes keep her one her toes and she loves them so much. Allya, Rhaegal, and Armand. The jewels of her life.  She has found her place once more, in an ever growing family and has found that small measure of peace, we all seek but few ever rarely find.

The world turned, and it turned again, and once more Rebecca was set adrift once again. But this time, she knew how to stay alive, how to stay true to herself and never again would she become the angry creature she was before. She was alone, but she knew herself and that is all that mattered.