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[sticky post] May 10th, 2013 (10:14 pm)

**This is a journal for a fictional character in a roleplaying game.**

Jilena is one of the sidhe; beyond that, not much is known, even by Jilena herself. Rescued by the fae of Liberty's Heart from the clutches of a half-human, half-spider monster, she remembers almost nothing of her past.

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Jilena's room, Anathema's house

November 16th, 2005 (07:12 pm)
pensive

I feel: pensive

Jilena sits on her bed, a pad of powder blue stationery in her lap. A number of crumpled sheets of the same stationery are in the wastebasket; apparently she's made numerous attempts to write whatever she's working on, and rejected just as many.

With a sigh, she tries again.

Dear Prospero... She chews the edge of her pen, trying to think of how to say what she needs to say.

I was very flattered to receive your letter... With a sigh, she crosses that out and tries again:

Your letter spoke to me in a way I have never felt before. I've thought about how to answer it for days now....

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First entry

August 2nd, 2005 (09:19 am)
contemplative

I feel: contemplative

My journey to find myself begins here. I don't know what I'll find, and where it will take me. I'm excited and scared all at once.

I can't remember much of anything from before the time I woke up in the freehold at Liberty's Heart. All I can remember is that my name is Jilena. I don't even know what House I belong to. Valla and Darius say there are ways to find out, but I'm not really sure I want to take that step just yet. What if I find out I was someone awful?

Right now I'm staying at Valla and Darius's house in Bryn Mawr. It's really nice; the neighborhood is quiet, and I can go for walks and no one bothers me. It gives me time to think about who I might be.

Part of me wants to find out who I really am, but part of me doesn't. Sometimes I think I'd like to just reinvent myself with this, and forget about who I was and what I might have done in the past. Then I wonder if I might have a family somewhere that's looking for me and I feel like I want to cry.

It's all so confusing....

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