Hi everyone! Fera here. I am new to DE but not new to RP. Been in SL for over 6 years now and been almost everywhere. Just starting to feel my way around DE. Hope to meet many of you soon. Fera (and her twin sister, Ren) are two characters I have played for a while so my backstory is kind of extensive. I will give you the one event that makes Fera who she is. 😈

The Lykin Girls

Our parents made us go to church service 4 times a week, we attended Christian school, and had intense bible studies every night. No social life, except each other. We both loved God and each other very much. They, however, only pretended to love God. Our father repeatedly drank, beat, and raped our mother. He would bring strangers home on Saturday nights and the lot of them would all have sex. The sounds of "oh god, oh god" would resound up into our third floor room. Then Sunday morning they would sit in church and pretend to repent. My father couldn't wait to get home and start all over.

We killed him on our 16th birthday.

I was helping mother frost our cake and Ren was wrapping a present for me upstairs. I heard her scream all the way from the 3rd floor. HE was violating her. Touching her..forcing himself on her. Telling her "You are 16 its time you learned how to please a man." I very calmly came up the stairs into our little room in the attic. When he saw me he cursed, turned, and stumbled down the stairs. Ren was hysterical and terrified. I knew what had to be done and I told her. God would be angry with us if we let father soil us. She knew that I was right. We came up with the plan together. We went downstairs calm and collected-It was our birthday after all. 16. 16 only once. Our mother had the dining room table set, as always perfectly beautiful, with our cake in the center. She on one end, father on the other and the 2 of us flanking each side of the long table. The candles were lit and she whispered "Make a wish". We looked at each other and smiled blowing our candles out in synchronicity. I lifted the long silver knife to make the first cut. The cake was a beautiful red velvet with cream cheese frosting, our favorite. And the knife slid through it like butter. I pulled my piece onto my plate and handed the knife to Ren. She smiled at me so peacefully and sweetly. Like an angel. Then, as tho she was a snake, she moved so swiftly I didn't see her do it. One deep puncture to his chest and it was all over. He slumped onto the table with the most surprised look on his face. Our mother screamed then she was completely silent. She blinked and she said "I will take these dishes." And disappeared into the kitchen. We took care of my Father.

It was the very first of our rituals together.