Purple Lace

Biography

I Dream, therefore....I am.

The Awakening of Purple Lace

Long ago, a Dreamer named Nickita found herself in The City of Dreams. As Newly Awakened, she walked around to explore her newfound Dream. Much chaos abound and she found solitude and peace in her Dream. The Dream was extraordinary and many mysteries abound. At some point, she found herself in The Threshold Pits, where Emphants and Bograms were all around. As she learned to use her DreamBlade, Nickita became rather skilled at the art of collapsing NightMares. At the same time, being a DreamSeer, she was unconsciously aware of a presence, following her, shadowing her at every turn in The Pits.

Nickita continued exploring her Dream, meeting Dreamers at every turn. Some places in her Dream she met no one. While appearing to be alone, she felt the presence of something or someone always around her, giving her the confidence to continue. She moved fearlessly to encounter the wondrous mysteries of the City.

One Dream stands out above the others. Late in this Dream, while hunting in The Pits, Nickita encountered a NightMare. Her Dreamsoul depleted; she turned to run through a portal when the DarkMare said, "Aekia Nickita, tzin eovac eovek. Kotoke whotsl, whotl, tzi zdak!" She had heard the Mares whisper to her before, but these were not the same words. Panicked, she went in search of anyone who knew the Maren language. After some inquiry, she grasped a basic understanding of the language and returned to The Pits. The DarkMare soon found her and repeated, "Aekia Nickita, tzin eovac eovek. Kotoke whotsl, whotl, tzi zdak!". After deciphering his tongue, she realized he was no ordinary mare. Over the next few Dreams, she understood who and what he was.

His name was Memnoch and he told Nickita that he had the ability to change his appearance from Mare to Dreamer, and back (even to change his gender, as she later found out). He told Nickita his story and taught her Maren. He charmed her and entranced her; then he seduced her. She fell in love with Memnoch, a love that was not to be. Soon after, Nickita realized Memnoch had given her something else: his seed. After the birth of Memnoch's son, the lesser Mares gathered around Nickita and stole the offspring, half-Dreamer, half-Dark Mare.

Nickita became enraged. She went from one end of the Dream to the other collapsing all Mares she could find. The Mares soon learned of Nickita's rage and set after her. Nickita was reduced to a SoulSphere. Instead of finding sanctuary, Nickita decided to remain in her condition. She refused assistance from other Dreamers. Eons, it seemed, had passed.

One late night, I was called to the Dream. I had never experienced the Dream before, yet I was aware. I understood. I am DreamSeer. Nickita's SoulSphere found me and told me her story. I was compelled to help her; she seemed so stricken with her own grief. I asked her how I could help.

I thought I knew how to Dream. In my own haven, I Dreamed as I knew to. I was not. I wasn't truly Dreaming until I found The City of Dreams.

I found the City quite by accident, but with a sense of ease. I began to Dream as I had before, alone and in the darkest part of Chaos. Once inside, I began to feel an immediate peace. I felt surrounded by structure and familiarity. My Dream had shape. As curiosity is a major element among my characteristics, I wandered around The City in awe. As other Dreamers hurried along at a breakneck speed, I stopped often to admire the beauty of it all. The statues, the paintings, the landscape, but mostly the stars.

I am especially drawn to one particular cluster. The way the stars shine resembles an intersection, a point at which I am compelled to. This is perhaps where I come from. I know that place and yet, I do not know its name. Perhaps my Dream will help me know my origin.

There are places in The City of Dreams where this star cluster seems particularly familiar to me. I frequent these places (feeling drawn to them); there, studying and meditating not only the cluster, but the environment the cluster shines upon.

I am unsure of my birthplace, for that was so long ago. I had been placed in a sort of stasis, a capsule, and sent from my home. I have the feeling that there was some terrible evil or dread event that caused my parents to send me away. My mother, Corlyia, was a teller of the future; my father, Vorlak, studied the stars and ancient cultures. I was told of an elder brother, but his name was never mentioned nor anything else of his existence.

Therefore, when I entered the Dream, it seemed quite natural that I should train to become a DreamSeer; I must learn to slip into the fabric of the Dream and to see the DreamScape in its true nature. I shall use the talents my parents gave me to guide me through my journey.

We are now one. She is I and I am she. My Quest is one of discovery. I needed to find her Dark Mare. I needed to find ... Memnoch. I knew he would have changed his form and assumed another name, or some other sort of deception. I thought my Quest would be complex, so I quickly began the quest of strengthening myself, learning to hunt and associating myself with other Dreamers. In my explorations, I met a Dreamer named Charixz, a Gatekeeper teacher who `belongs' to The Dreamers of Light. He helped me learn to hunt and taught me the ways of The Dream. After a time, I knew.......

I had found Memnoch, buried deep in the soul of this Dreamer. A Vampyre, a Dark Mare, and my fate...

Misc

All the stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else......

A Note Or Two:

The Mind behind the Maddness...

I...being the puppetteer of Purple Lace (aka Lacie), am a ... Southerner. Born and bred on the banks of the Mississippi, I have achieved the 40th level (that means I'm an old person in Cyberspace), mother of 3 strong male children, and an aspiring writer. I stumbled onto Underlight one sleepless night, and this site contains my original stories of the past three and a half years in the City of Dreams.

On the left you'll soon see some of my shorter pieces; miscellaneous journals, experiments, theories and other such nonsense. Check back often!

Drawings, Logos, Portraits and Stuff like that...

My portrait was lovingly drawn by Berkana An'Gealah, who holds all rights to the image.

The unique Penumbra emblem was crafted, drawed & created by Pam Enlow, my daughter in Underlight and a truly gifted and treasured friend. Pam holds all rights to her design.

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