Maybe I'm going crazy. Maybe it is just any of those above symptoms. It's also entirely possible that it is excitement. Why? Because my most boring, shortbread cookie, whole wheat toast without butter character - that I've been complaining about basically since her existence - has finally gotten some development. And it took long enough! *glares at muse*
Ahem. Anyways, though, the character in question is Lady Lecta, Leta's mentor in In Greater Hands. She is a mother-figure of a sort, but rather unmotherly. She is rather business-like, and - while seeming to wish to care for Leta - is a mentor and nothing more, it seems. And I always thought she was so boring. And she was! But... now? I has backstory. And what is a better place to start on developing a bland character than backstory? In fact, I am now quite convinced that it can fix any character if it can fix Lady Lecta. So... I suppose I'll stop rambling and actually delve into said backstory... :P
When, becoming a British diplomat in the global secret service, AOP (it stands for a Latin phrase meaning 'For all peace'), she met Lord Lecta, the vice-president of the service at the time, her wish for a career alone was shaken slightly, but she didn't do much to stop her quickly vaulting diplomatic success. So when Lord Lecta, a more traditional, family-centered man by nature, married her, she was still working, though she reflected upon it and resolved to give everything up and just be a wife if possible. She wasn't good at it even trying, though, and since Lord Lecta himself did not press the matter past his own wishes, Lady Lecta decided to remain a working woman.
But then she found out she was expecting. And this time, once and for all, she decided she would give up working and try to become the motherly woman that was such a distant idea to her, at least for Lord Lecta and the child's sake. She could never imagine herself a mother, really, and had a hard time coping with the thought. She happy, nonetheless, but concerned that she couldn't be a real mother.
Her concerns were the least of her problems. About three or four months in, Lady Lecta miscarried. Lord Lecta, of course, was miserable for it, but it was nothing to what Lady Lecta felt. Though she had never been able to see herself as a mother, she was destroyed by the loss. Her work was, perhaps, successful, as she was now one of the civilian head at the service's main military base, but work didn't seem to matter. And what was worse was that, apparently, she was now infertile for the loss. She could never see herself as a mother, and she would never have to. She could just continue being a working woman, without ever having to worry about the home life. She was numb to almost everything for who knows how long.
But then, something happened. Lady Lecta was visiting, on business, a general at one of the New Russian Empire's recruiting stations, in the midst of the city, Ytsva, which had been centered on and so devastated in the war. A young girl, of about eleven or twelve, was trying desperately to get enrolled. Lady Lecta had other business, but was curious and so watched the happening. The girl had apparently lost her father, and wanted to help fight for Russia and its Counterrevolution, the cause her father had died for. Of course, begin only a young girl, she was turned down and told to go and find her mother.
The girl was upset, but turned to leave, only replying that her mother was dead. And Lady Lecta heard those words. And it seemed to all come back to her - her own frail attempts at preparing for motherhood, her hopes, her wishes, and all her fears. And her child. Lady Lecta hardly knew what she was doing, but she went and spoke to the child. Seeing the girl's face, it was too much to bear. Lady Lecta blindly spoke as was her instinct - she asked the girl to enroll with her, as a training ward. The girl, Leta, agreed, though surprised. Lady Lecta regretted it so many times afterwards. She had wanted to be Leta's mother, she had wanted to be Leta's friend... not Leta's trainer. But she was a business woman, and of course, all she could do was think that way... and she despised it. How she longed for years to be able to turn back, but with Leta's success as a military aid, and Leta's own business-like relationship with Lady Lecta, she didn't ever have the courage to fix the problem that she had made. And it was bitter. Because Leta started to grow up like her - a fighting woman, without home or husband or any such things in her mind, and without friends aside from those she knew a little through her work.
So, up to the beginning of the story, Lady Lecta is very much uneasy, for the choices she'd made up to there...
And that about covers it. It was the only thing yet that could possibly make me like Lady Lecta, and now I shall hand out these
|Okay, so this is actually one of the only ones that has completely accurate ages and age gap between them... but they were all so cute, I couldn't resist! |
|Okay, so I guess this one is plausible as well. :)|