Name: Lectia (Lec-cia)
Age: 19
Appearence:
Bio: As a child she was always teased in school. She kept her grades up, using all her time to study since she didn't really have any friends. Her mother hated her, and even slapped her once in a while. Her dad adored her, and gave her what she wanted sometimes. Her parents had split up because of her and she was left with her mother, and the abuse coninued making her further withdrawn from the world. Her mother had always threatened to kill her if she said anything to anyone, this kept her quite. She finally was able to get away from her mother at the age of 19 by running away. She started a job and ended up making a few friends, she had lost contact with her father years ago.
Personality: shy, quiet, not very social, calm, kind. If her close friends are hurt or harmed she is defensive and trys to protect them if possible, she is usually quite friendly.

Name Boris Filintz
Age 26
Appearance Boris has dark brown hair that is rather well kept and often cut short, the sides buzzed nicely and the top grown out just slightly. He wears it in the style similar to a soldier, perhaps. He has a tan, smooth complexion from long hours of work in the sun and stormy gray eyes. He has an easy smile and a rather calm demeanor. He stands at 5'7" and often wears simple clothing a farmer might adorn since he does actually do farm work. He has visible muscle on his body but he isn't ripped or anything like that.

Personality Very calm and down to earth. Often too quiet for his own good and often passive toward others he is often termed unintelligent more often than not. He doesn't mind though, because truly he enjoys helping others and will do anything that another will request of him regardless if he perceives this person to be good or bad. He is fairly friendly toward strangers and can surprise you with how well he is at keeping conversations going and how intelligent he actually is, even if he's just 'some farmer'. He often enjoys an afternoon pipe of tobacco and a good book, usually drifting off into day dreams of adventure and splendor. He's hard pressed to let anyone know about such things, though.

History Boris grew up in a small village quite far off from the farm he now lives on; his mother was a seamstress and his father a sailor. They never had much income but were happy no less. Boris was the eldest of six other children, totaling seven kids, and often was made to watch after them. When he and his first youngest brother were old enough his father would take them on his ship to help with the work and more often than not bring back a better haul. Around when he was 13 a terrible storm had rolled, ruining his father's ship and his father! Though his mother counted it as a blessing that her husband had not died, he much rather would have been lost to the great sea. He lost both of his legs in the accident and could no longer work, putting his family in very dire states.

It was then decided that Boris was old enough to work and he was sent to one of the neighboring farms, sending back the little he made and often feeling very lonely. He did not resent his family for it though, he knew that they counted on him now and his brothers would gain the same deal when they were the right age.

When he was 19 his father passed away from a very bad flu just as winter was ending, though he had never effected the boy that deeply. His mother often went through bouts of depression after it happened and he'd try to visit as often as he could to keep her from crawling too deeply into her hole of sadness.

When he was 21 he moved away from the village and settled in his current farm, Lazy Day Pastures. The owners were a rather well off (for farmers) older couple who hired many different hands at many different times, few stayed more than a year ever. Boris had become attached though; he had a warm bed and quiet sleeping quarters, he was fed and kept dry and payed a small amount each month for whatever he deemed fit, which was all that he could ask for in life. He'd been working at the farm for five years, though lately he'd been feeling a pull of something greater, letting his fantasies take him more often.

Lectia shivered slightly as the cool breeze hit her face. She was currently at her house, well apartment drinking hot coco. She planned on going to the farm later today, hoping they may have something she could eat, or even just to help out some what. She began slipping into a day dream when she heard the door open, "I'm going out for a bit, don't worry I'll be back later." yelled Amy, her best friend and room mate. "Alright, I might be going to the farm in a little." she said, then the door shut after they exchanged a simple good bye.

Lectia put her cup in the sink and went to her closet grabbing a sweater. She slipped on her riding boots and went out to the stables in the back. She was renting a room at a wealthy person's house where she was working as a house cleaner, she had saved enough money to buy a horse and was allowed to keep it in the back stables. She went over to Poppy, her cream and brown colored mare. "Ready to go girl?" she whispered to the horse, who flicked it's ear in response. She put a mat on the horses back, then the saddle and bridal. She hopped on the horse and rode out to the Lazy Day farm. When she got there she hopped off her horse, waiting to see if anyone was going to come out and great her, but saw no one. She slowly walked towards the stabels and began putting Poppy away.

The days work had hardly begun and already Boris was feeling the exhaustion that came with it. By the time sundown came he feared he'd want nothing more than to fall into his slightly hard mattress and drift off to sleep. He inhaled deeply as he slipped down from the last apple tree in his last row, moving carefully before dropping his handful of the fresh fruit into his almost full bucket. After doing so he stopped a moment to wipe sweat from his brow even though the autumn air was fairly chilly. He turned and surveyed the area with a small smile on his lips, he'd always loved the autumn. The crisp air, the warm colors and the delicious foods it seemed to offer! Mr. Orokin made delicious meat pies this time of year and even better spiced cider, among many other foods and beverages.

The young man let out a slight chuckle as he brushed away his thoughts, running a hand over his short hair and then wiping it on his pants. He'd long abandoned his dark red button up but now that he'd stopped moving he was beginning to feel the chill in the air. He shifted and grabbed up the small bucket of apples, groaning with it's weight, and began to head back toward the farm. He'd need to store these and then probably get to feeding some of the animals. Luckily for him and the few other farm hands that stayed through the fall and winter the Orokins did not own very many animals, just enough to get the things they needed. Their main business was in crops and fruits, any way.

He was just passing the back of the barn, both doors had been open to give any passerby a clear view of both sides, when he noticed a familiar girl leading her horse in. "Oh?" He shifted and set the basket back on the floor, grabbing his shirt from where it hung in his back pocket and shrugged it on carefully. "Alright, miss?" He said, loud enough for her to here but not so his voice would spook the other three horses in their stalls. He wondered where the owners had gotten to, or Lerksin. If Boris remembered correctly it was Lerksin who was mucking out the stalls today and handling visitors who came by horseback. He started to move through the barn with a sense of ease and friendliness, heading straight for her.

"Fraid you musta' missed the Orokins." He stated plainly as he glanced in both Dance Beyond the Moon and Swift Rider's stalls. The two horses were both missing and Wind Whispering through the Willows was still in her stall, fed and washed it seemed. He never understood why they had given their horses such long names, nor did he ever question it. More often than not the three horses were called by their beloved nicknames- Moon Dance, Swift and Wind Whisper. Still, that was by the Orokins only. Whenever Boris heard any of the farm hands speaking of the animals the names were shorted even more than that, sticking simply to moon, swift and wind. Boris often interchanged between their full names, nicknames and short names without much thought to which he was using. He didn't know much about the animals, wasn't even sure he liked them, and often gave them little more thought than where to put their grain.

"Need help with anything?" He said calmly, holding out his hand to take her horse from her to tack the beast up.

Lectia jumped slightly when Boris had come in, startled by him slightly, "No, I'm fine, I can handle it." She said as she began untacking the horse. Normally she would have been greated by one of the Orokins, but as he had said, she must have just missed them. She finished putting Poppy away and dusted off her hands and looked back up at the man, "My names Lectia, what's yours?" she asked. Usually she didn't talk to people she didn't know, though she did see him around here whenever she came to get fruits or vegetables.

She remembered when she was younger, before her paarents split up, coming to farms like these. she had always adroared horses and had always wanted one. About a year or so ago she had been visiting a friend at a farm. Then she saw Poppy, at the time she had been mal nourished and looked close to death. She had ended up asking how much the horse was, they told her $500. At the time it was alot, especially for a horse in bad health. But, she paid the money instead of leaving Poppy to die.

She grabbed some feed and held it up to Poppy, who ate it out of her hand. She petted the big mare's nose and sighed, "I just remembered how skinny and sickly you used to look." she shispered to the horse, continuing to stroke it's nose. She fell deep into thought about all the time she spent on making this animal healthy. Ever since that day, she and poppy had formed a special bond.