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.

Her babes had grown much over the last couple of weeks. No longer where they wee babes learning the art of the crawl or mastering the simple words with which to speak. Now they were toddlers and were into everything!

The boys had regular control over their shifts now, and could phase from wolf to human fairly easily. Though they had mastered their shifts, they still preferred their wolf form and would often be found wrestling together or sleeping curled up with one another.

Rhaegal had thannors temperament, and his mothers control, so that easily balanced out the other. He usually just charged right into the frey without thinking and had to depend on his brother, Armand, to get him out. Bold, Daring, and a born fighter, he was quite a handful for his mother. Who doted and loved him deeply. Though used to getting most of the attention, he had since learned that even though his mother might fawn and dote on her other kids, it did not mean she loved him less. A lesson he had to learn since there were two others who shared in his mothers affections. He was the undisputed leader of the group, for now, and always engaged in play or wrestling matches with his brother. His sister, he was very gentle with for he knew she didn't shift and would often be seen laying by her side, or knocking over blocks to hear her squeal. He adored his sister and it clearly showed.

Armand was the softer of the two boys. Pale of fur, hair and eye, he was the thinker of the group. Whereas Rhaegal would rush in, Armand would assess the situation and then make a move. Oftentimes getting his elder brother out of trouble. He was gentle and didn't make a lot of fuss, knowing his Mother loved and cared for him as much as his siblings. He could often be found playing gently with Allya, or wrestling with his brother, anything to keep Rhaegal out of trouble. He was the peacekeeper of the group. Settling 'disputes' between siblings even before his mother had time to realize there was an issue. His soft barks and gentle licks made Allya laugh, which was a sound he adored and his cool demeanor helped steady Rhaegal. Rebecca was sure he would grow up to be a great scholar one day.

Allya was the only girl and as such was spoiled and loved on by her mother. She was pure elf, unable to shift as her two brothers could do. Though it appeared that gene had missed her, Rebecca was sure there was some hidden talents in her daughter that would make itself known in due time. Always smiling, always happy, Allya was the heart and soul of the group. She loved her brothers deeply, even when they disagreed and would often enjoy playing with them. She even learned how to wrestle with Armand and squealed when he let her win from time to time. She adored her brothers, and loved it that they were in wolf form for she loved to pet or pull at their fur. She could often be found, sleeping between the two of them, in a wolfy/child pile. Smart, fearless, she was as every bit as spunky as her brothers and gave as good as she got.

 

Melissa Phillips

My nephews and niece are so adorable

 

Rebecca Butler

Thanks sis...

*smiles at her sister and motions her over* 

go say hello. The boys are actually in human form for a while today. Best catch em while they aren't furry. 

*giggles*

 

*Sleep claimed her early that night. After the long day of errands and running everywhere to get things done, it took it's toll on her, as well as spending time with her wee ones, which she delighted in. It was an early day, early to rise and it had caught up with her as she relaxed, reading by the fires light. Her eyes slid shut and soon she was off in dreamland.

Her eyes opened and she looked up into the sky, knowing she was in a dream as her house had faded away and she rested in a soft bed of grass with the stars shining brightly up before her, the moon full in all of it's glory. She stood, her eyes darting around until they came to rest on a pure white wolf. It was radiant in the bright moonlight, not a hint of imperfection to it as it raised its white opaque eyes to hers. She felt a trimmer go through her, knowing that this was a Spirit Being, and to stand in ones presence was considered an honor, for they only came as guides. She had always known the wolf was her Spirit Guide, but for it to present itself to her, fully, was breathtaking and for a moment, even in the dream, she couldn't breathe.

The wolf looked at her and then turned and started to walk down a worn deer trail, headed into the woods and Rebecca knew, somehow that it wanted her to follow her. Being in human form, it was slow going but the wolf was patient, and took its time. It led her through a thicket, down a hill and up another slight rise before it came to a stop just at the tree line at the crest of another hill. There it stopped and looked at Rebecca who had caught up and turned its muzzle towards the meadow.

Rebecca turned to see what the Spirit wolf was looking at and felt her heart catch in her throat. There, standing in the meadow, in the brightness of the full moon, was Remus, in were form. She glanced once at the White Wolf at her side and stepped out into the clearing, cresting the treeline and stepping into the moonlight herself. Were or Human, she would never fear him. Though she worried, worried of the research she had been doing, whether it would work or not, she would never fear him....never. She stood still as he turned pale yellow eyes towards her and seemed to sniff the air, giving a light growl. Back straight, she slowly took a step, then two, towards him, raising her hand slowly as she went. She walked boldly towards him, hand outstretched, and it was then she heard a soft voice whisper in her mind. So soft and gentle at its intrusion.

"Call his name, young one. Call to him."

So insistent was the voice, that she wet her lips as she continued to step towards him, hand outstretched, eyes locked on his yellow orbs.*

Remus....Remus, you know me. *she said gently, yet clearly, never once stopping till she had reached him* Remus...I love you. *she raised her hand and for a moment, time seemed to stop as he lowered his muzzle gently into her hand, allowing her to touch him. Her smile was radiant as she gazed at him.* I knew it was you....*she said softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead* I knew you heard me....

*Her voice wavered and echoed as the vision went dark, and she felt as if she were falling, until she sat up with a soft gasp. She was awake, back home. But she remembered the dream and cast her gaze out to the moon and smiled. She didn't have to fear its coming...and neither did Remus. Things would be alright. The dream had all but confirmed it for her, now all they had to do was wait.*

 

*Chores around the Cabin seemed never ending. With two wolf pups running around and into everything, and a wee girl who grew more and more each day, things were at times, chaotic, but she wouldn't have it any other way.

Rhaegal liked to chew on the wooden chairs in the dining hall, which Rebecca firmly had to constantly tell him "No!" over and over each day. He seemed to have 'puppy selective hearing' and if he didn't soon start minding, Rebecca would soon take wolf form to show her wee ones that she too, was wolf, and Alpha in this house. Don't get her wrong, Rhaegal was a good boy, he was just headstrong and stubborn, both he got from his mother, and Rebecca couldn't help but chuckle over his antics when he got caught doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to.

Armand was more behaved. Out of the two boys, he was the quite one, the one who listened better. When Rebecca said "No!", he would stop instantly what he was doing and come over to her to lick and cuddle, as if seeking her approval, and when she would pick him up, he would wiggle an try to lick her face, barking happily. He was the 'smart' one of the two boys. Where Rhaegal would charge into something, Armand wold wait, and then go 'save' his brother from whatever he had gotten himself into. They made a cute pair, the white and black wolf.

Allya, was clever and was a happy little girl. She had mastered the crawl a few days ago, and was so proud of herself. Rebecca praised her and covered her in kisses, which made her laugh and squeal. Rebecca loved that laugh....but today, she did something Rebecca was not prepared for or ready for. As Rebecca was cleaning up a bit, she walked past Allya, who was sitting on the furs by the fire, playing with some blocks. She was mumbling to herself in that baby way of hers, but as her Mother passed by she looked up, smiled and let out a very clear and very loud "MA!"  Rebecca nearly tripped, hearing her daughter speak for the first time. It was to soon! But she had said it, clear as day. Turning back and going to sit beside her daughter, Rebecca smiled, curious if she heard what she thought she had and Allya, seeing the smile on her mothers face, cooed and said it again*

(Allya) MA! *she giggled, nomming her hand* Ma...Ma....Ma...*over and over she said the word, watching her Mothers expression.

Rebecca was floored, she didn't know what to do, save smile and praise her daughter, which she did. She kissed Allyas little cheeks, loving her gurgle of happiness and smiled brightly, telling her what a smart little girl she was. Allya ate the attention up and laughed and patted her mothers cheeks and cooed.

Armand, crept over closer and sniffed, wondering what was going on. When he heard the word Allya spoke, his ears twitched and he barked, shifting to human a moment and trying it out for himself.*

(Armand) m-mm-mmm-MA! *he muttered, looking up at his mother expectantly. He wasn't disappointed, for Rebecca seeing Armand change form and speak as well...well...she was in shock. She scooped him up and hugged him close, cuddling him as a boy instead of a wolf and covered him in kisses too. He laughed and squirmed, before phasing back to wolf and licked his mothers face. Only Rhaegal, hadn't said anything...he sat watching, his ears twitching as if listening before he did something that really shook Rebecca up but made her proud at the same time. Not to be outdone by either of his siblings, Rhaegal shifted back to human, only long enough to blurt out in his tiny voice*

(Rhaegal) Ma-Ma! *He gave a smile that said he had done good and shifted back to wolf, waddling over to get his hugs and kisses from his mother.

Her wee ones were growing up, no doubt about it. Soon, they would be running all over the cabin and the surrounding woods.*

 

*Reading had always been a most treasured past time of Rebeccas. She could get lost in a book for hours and never grow bored of reading the same thing over and over if she really liked it. Books were an 'escape' for her, unless she was studying something, but even then, the learning that she gained from it was also an escape in of itself, for while reading such book on learning, she was there...in the material itself, soaking up each and every word as her brain stored the information away, needed for later. Such was the books she had been reading recently.

She was settled under a tree, out in the sunshine, with a book propped up on her lap, and two more open beside her. She had a pad of paper resting against the book on her lap, pen in hand as she read and reread the materiel. She had often been curious about her own kind of wolf, and had read as much as she could find upon it, but being of a rare 'breed' that inherited the 'demon's' blood from her Maternal Parentage, there wasn't much to go on. But Werewolves, however, there was plenty and it was this subject, upon which she had been reading.

Remus was a were, different then her and so that made her curious. Where she had been born this way, with the ability to change shape from one to the other, he had been bitten, and phased only with the Full Moon...which was a mere 10 days away. She embraced her wolf, and loved being in wolf fur, whereas Remus did not seem to enjoy his shifts at all, nor control it. She wondered what the real difference was between the two of them, and if there was a way to possibly help him, besides the potion he had sent for or her turning wolf and running with him, every full moon. Not that she minded, she didn't, but maybe there was something they were both missing. A clue that could unlock a whole other side to what they both were. It was a long shot, but still, she read and took notes. If it helped him, might it also help her?

Some of the stuff she read, caught her interest.

"A werewolf is is a mythological or folkloric human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf or a therianthropic hybrid wolf-like creature, either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (e.g. via a bite or scratch from another werewolf)."

Some were just plain ludicrous!

"One method of identifying a werewolf in its human form was to cut the flesh of the accused, under the pretense that fur would be seen within the wound. A Russian superstition recalls a werewolf can be recognized by bristles under the tongue"

And still others....made her bristle in anger.

"There are werewolves worldwide and they have traditionally been pariahs in the wizarding communities from which they often spring."

but then there were a few helpful things she read on, noting that the potion she had read bout, the Wolfsbane, that was used even on her during her 'demon' rising, was the most powerful potion out there, and helped to soften the blow of the change. She also noted "The monthly transformation of a werewolf is extremely painful if untreated and is usually preceded and succeeded by a few days of pallor and ill health. While in his or her wolfish form, the werewolf loses entirely its human sense of right or wrong." and that..made her pause. True, she never lost her 'human' sense of morality when in wolf form, but Remus hadn't attacked her the night they met. But then, she had been in wolf form then....and her high hopes dropped as she continued to read.

"A wolf is unlikely to attack a human except under exceptional circumstances. The werewolf, however, targets humans almost exclusively and poses very little danger to any other creature."*

Well crap...*she said to herself as her keen mind worked* Maybe if I started off wolf, and then changed.....*she spoke to herself, wondering.* He can't really hurt me, I am wolf already....hmmmm... *she made a note to come back to that thought later and continued on. The rest was fairly self explanatory and she was left with a lot more questions then she had answers for. As much about herself as about the one she loved. Why was she so different? Why did she 'keep' her mind during a shift and Remus didn't? What was the key difference between the two? There that question was again....she snorted and grabbed another book, she would think on this some more. For every question, there had to be an answer...and she would find it*

Night fell, and with it came the gentle embrace of the darkness, followed by the rising of the moon, which cast it's luminescent light over the world. Though grand in its rising, the moon couldn't compare to the millions and millions of stars that twinkled and danced overhead. The cool air billowed through the open windows of the cabin and with a deep inhale, caught the attention of the Raven haired woman within.

She looked up from where she sat, cradling her daughter in her lap, with her two wee sons on either side. Still in wolf form, though Armand had managed to change back to his human form before he immediately went back to wolf. She felt the chill on the wind and was glad for the fire nearby, as she turned her gaze back to her babes. She was in the middle of telling a story, which they seemed to like, for they would always sit still, no matter what they had been doing and come to listen when she began a story.

The night of the long dark was cold, terribly cold. Much colder then it is now, and the people of the Eldar were afraid. she said softly, recounting an old story from her youth. Passed on by her mother, about her fathers people, for Rebeccas mother had been a part of Rivendell for years, before she fled into the wilds and the worlds of men, taking her unborn child with her

 One Elven Lord, haughty and full of himself strode forward and said "I will save the people. Choose me to go to ask for the Star that burns the brightest in the sky, for the Maiar will see that I am great and will give it to me."

She threw her voice to sound arrogant, which made Rhaegal bark and Allya laugh.

 But when that elven lord left, after many moons, he returned empty handed and very very silent, for you see, his voice had been taken. As one who preached so loudly about himself, he had failed the test and had lost the wager, and that had been his voice.

She warmed up into telling her story, as she smiled at her children. She petted the pups fur gently and kissed Allyas nose, making her laugh.

 Finally, there was no one who wanted to go to the Mountain of Power and all the elves thought this would surly be the end of them, till a small voice rang out over the gathering.

"I will go.."

Everyone turned and saw the small blind boy who stood there and at first everyone laughed. "He is not strong enough!" said one.

"He can not see!" cried another...and many other insults were hurled around and around and still the small boy stood there and said more firmly, "I will go." and in the midst of everyone bickering and squabbling, he turned and left to travel the trail up the mountain...and do you know what happened? she asked, making Armand bark in wonder.

He met the Maiar, and passed all their tests, gaining wisdom, knowledge and Bravery upon the way through the trails, each a gift taken from each test passed, and when he reached the pinnacle of the mountain, there stood the Great All Father, resting on his pillowy cloud atop the mountain.

"Who are you, little one, to have come so far, and what is it you desire?" The Great Father asked.

"I have no name, Great One, and I ask only for the Light of the Sun, to help warm and guide my people in times of the Long Dark and cold. We freeze and our people grow weary of death."

The Great Father weighed the boys reply, and nodded slightly.

"Since you have passed every test set before you, and have answered honestly, I grant you the light of the Eldar, and give to you the Fire from the Sun. Go back and bring life back to your people."

Bowing before the Great father, in awe, the wee boy went home as fast as his legs could carry him. He was neither hindered nor slowed for he knew the way and upon his return, was made a Great King for what he had managed to do, where others failed, and life, once more was returned to the People of the Elves and in Rivendell is where this very story took place, and that, my little ones, is why Imlardis is called "The land of the shimmering sea and sky", for Life was brought forth from the Fire of the Sun in that very spot...and you, are part of that people....wolf or elf, never be ashamed of what you are, for both have value. Both have worth, and both, are loved. 

She cradled each child to her, kissing them gently, fur and all.

Tomorrow, I will tell you the story of why the wolf howls at the moon. Would you like that? 

She grinned at the squeals and barks she got in reply.

 

*She was enjoying the silence, that only came when her wee ones were asleep. Laying upon the furs by the fire, Little Allya had tuckered herself out by watching her brothers play, and clapping and trying to crawl after them. Rhaegal and Armand, had collapsed soon after, tucking her in between their bodies, keeping their sister warm.

Sitting upon the fur nearby, Rebecca propped herself up on her elbows and just watched her wee ones as the slept. Taking in each small form and smiling softly to herself. They had grown a little bit more, their fur and hair growing as well and Rebecca wondered just how long they would be wee babes, for from what her own mother had told her, she, herself had reached her full adult height by the time she was 13. Such thoughts worried her....for though her babes were part elf, and would in a sense, live for a long period of time, she was unsure just how long that time would be. Still...she would enjoy it, for as long as she and they were able.

Reaching out, she smoothed the fur of Armand's white coat, noting the black underfur underneath. He gave a whimpering sigh in sleep and his little paws twitched, but he didn't stir. Rhaegal, wrapped around his sister in a protective gesture, huffed in sleep, his tiny tail tapped the floor as if his dreams were sweet. Little Allya, curled up in her wolf bed, slept on, each hand firmly grasping the fur of both brothers, and she had a little smile on her face. Such were the things that priceless moments were made of.

As the fire crackled in the fireplace, and silence filled the small, cozy cabin, Rebecca settled back to watch her young, dreaming and smiled again. Such a peaceful moment*