eirlysleigh

[eirlysleigh]

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Everything that will be posted in this account is purely fictional and the character Rie Eirlys is made by the writer for The Leigh Manor’s alternative universe storyline. Hence, any characters, events, or stories presented here have no affiliation with real artists and individuals.

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“Basic... just basic! Don’t expect much!”

Name: Rie Eirlys

Nickname: Rie, Elys

Birth Date: April 12th, 2006

Birth Place: (Best Believe) Wales, UK

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dog

Height: ~171-172 cm (5’7″)

Weight: —

Blood Type: O

MBTI Type: ISFP

Nationality: Unknown

Hair Color: Jet Black

Eye Color: Black

Occupation: Environmental Science Student in Stirling University

Faceclaim: Kawakami Lynn tripleS

[eirlysleigh]

“So where’s the tea..?” / “About the Rie Eirlys?”

“Do you know anything about Rie Eirlys?”

“The one that people called The Princess? And The Saint?”

“Yeah, but I heard that’s not how she really is..”

“Really? Okay tell me about it!”

Alright, since everyone keeps asking for the tea—even though I’m not sure I have any—let’s just get straight to it, shall we?

The name’s Rie Eirlys. No fancy last name, no deep-rooted family legacy. Just a name given to me by the kind people who found me when I was barely three months old, wrapped in a blanket and left in a park somewhere in Wales. Sounds like something out of a drama, right? But that’s the reality—I don’t know where I came from, who my parents were, or why they left me. All I know is that someone from the orphanage took me in, gave me a name, and that’s where my story began.

Growing up in an orphanage wasn’t as tragic as some people imagine. Sure, it had its moments, but I wasn’t completely miserable. I had friends, a roof over my head, and caretakers who did their best to raise a bunch of chaotic kids. The name "Eirlys" was given to me because I was found in early spring, and in Welsh, it means “snowdrop,” a flower that blooms when winter fades away. Poetic, huh? They said it symbolized hope.

From a young age, I was thrown into all sorts of activities—art, music, sports—you name it. The orphanage encouraged us to explore everything, maybe hoping we’d find something we loved enough to build a future on.

But if you asked me back then what I wanted to do in the future? No clue. Dreams weren’t really my thing—I was more of a live-in-the-moment kind of kid rather than someone who planned ten steps ahead. I just wanted to enjoy today instead of stressing about tomorrow. But one thing I was always sure about? I loved music. I could listen to it all day, letting the sound fill the silence in my head. And I loved anything that got me moving—swimming, basketball, you name it. Physical activities gave me something to focus on, something that made me feel alive. Oh, and I loved exploring. Not for any deep reason—just to see how grass and trees looked slightly different in other places. Maybe it was my way of making sense of the world, or maybe I just liked the change of scenery.

But here’s the thing about growing up in a place where kids come and go: you learn to be independent real fast. You learn not to expect too much, not to get too attached. Maybe that’s why, even as I got older, I never really let people in too easily. The walls went up early, and they never quite came down.

And life? Well, it kept moving. Opportunities came, doors opened, and I walked through them, not always knowing what was on the other side. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life doesn’t wait for you to figure it out. You just keep going, one step at a time.

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“There is no tea here!” / “A plot twist maybe?”

“That’s it? I thought I will hear something like..”

“Plot twist you mean?”

“Yeah, kind of that.. or it’s just started?”

“Right! Wait until you hear this because it’s starting!”

If you thought my story was predictable, well—buckle up, because this is where it gets interesting.

Most people expect me to be some kind of saint—a quiet, well-mannered orphan with a tragic backstory and a heart of gold. But let me tell you now, that’s not me. Sure, I was a top student. Maybe I should thank my parents for abandoning me, because somehow, I ended up with a brain that just absorbs knowledge without much effort. I never really studied that hard, but I always excelled in every subject. The orphanage supported me, always telling me I could make them proud. And I swear, I tried. But life? Life has a funny way of twisting things around.

I found comfort in places people warn you about. The kind of places where people say danger lurks. I fell in love with racing—both motorcycles and cars. I can’t even tell you exactly when it started, but I do remember the night my friend from high school asked me to tag along with her. She didn’t tell me where we were going, just told me to trust her. And then, we arrived—engines roaring, headlights flashing, a crowd buzzing with excitement. The air was thick with the smell of gasoline and adrenaline, and for the first time, I felt alive. You know that feeling when your blood rushes so fast, you swear you can hear it in your ears? That was me, sitting in the passenger seat, watching my friend weave through the streets like she owned them.

After that night, I was hooked. She taught me everything—from the basics to the fine art of street racing. Illegal? Yeah… let’s just say it’s not exactly something you’d put on a college application. But don’t worry, none of the caretakers at the orphanage ever found out.

How did I keep it under wraps? Easy. I had a swimming class during high school, and whenever I needed an excuse for disappearing at random hours, I’d just tell them I was at the pool. And to be fair, sometimes I was. Swimming was my escape before racing ever entered the picture. I’d sneak off to the pool at night whenever I felt overwhelmed—hell, I even went for a swim at midnight once because exams were driving me insane. But once I discovered the thrill of racing? My nights were split between the water and the streets.

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“What was that?” / “What just happened...?”

Alright enough about question what actually happened to me, shall we? We should continue this story! And now, If I had a dollar for every time someone asked me about my future, I’d be rich enough to never worry about it.

“Where are you going to study?”

“You had a perfect score in high school—go chase a dream!”

“Have you decided on a course yet?”

“We’ll support whatever you choose.”

I swear, I heard those questions more than I ever heard anything about my parents—which, to be fair, is nothing at all. The caretakers at the orphanage had been on my case for months, waiting for me to make a decision. I graduated in June last year, and since then, it felt like everyone was just holding their breath, expecting some grand announcement. But the truth? I had already made my choice. I just didn’t tell anyone.

Guess what I picked?

Since I love exploring, wandering just to see how the grass and trees look different in different places, I decided to study Environmental Science at Stirling University in Scotland. But I kept it to myself until I had the acceptance letter in my hands—because what if I didn’t get in? No point in getting everyone’s hopes up for nothing.

But I did get in. And that’s when the real dilemma started.

Moving from Wales to Scotland wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Sure, I was technically alone when they found me, but I never grew up alone. The orphanage was full of people, full of noise, full of life. The idea of suddenly being by myself? Terrifying. It took me a month to finally convince myself to leave, and even then, I wasn’t ready for the loneliness that came with it.

Spring semester started, and reality hit me harder than I expected. I made new friends, sure, but at the end of the day, I was sleeping alone. No quiet whispers in the dark, no shared blankets, no familiar chaos of the orphanage. For the first time in a long time, I felt homesick.

And then, out of nowhere, I got an email. A mysterious one. An invitation.

Apparently, someone wanted me to join a family.

The Leigh Manor? Who the hell were these people? It screamed scam, and I wasn’t about to get caught up in some shady internet scheme. But at the same time… I was lonely. And the more I stared at those names, the more I started to wonder.

Was this just a trap? Or was this something real?

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“And that’s it...?” / “What happens now?”

Alright, enough with the long-winded stories. Is this the kind of tea you were waiting for? Did you enjoy it, or did you yawn through every paragraph?

Just one last bit—I promise this time it’ll be shorter.

So, what happened after I started my new life in Scotland and got that mysterious email from nowhere? The people behind it called themselves Leigh—which, since it was a family, I figured worked like a surname. I spent days debating whether to accept the invitation, my brain running in circles between this is a scam and but what if it’s real? In the end… yeah, I took the letter.

After replying, they sent me an address and told me to come find them.

With nothing but courage (and a few suitcases), I decided to go. And the first thing I saw when I arrived? A manor. Not some over-the-top palace straight out of The Princess Diaries, but still big enough to make my jaw drop. Imagine being raised in an orphanage and then suddenly getting invited to a manor? Biggest plot twist of the year.

Of course, my brain, being my brain, immediately played out another story—like, what if there was some dark secret waiting inside? What if this was some twisted horror movie setup?

But let’s put that aside.

I finally met the founders of this so-called family—Atlas and Alyson Leigh. And I wasn’t alone. Turns out, when I arrived, eleven other people had just shown up too. That made fourteen of us in total.

Atlas and Alyson told us the story behind their last name, and as I listened, I realized they weren’t all that different from me. Some came from the same orphanage, others had similar backgrounds, and suddenly, it all made sense. We exchanged introductions, awkward conversations, and then headed to our rooms.

And that’s how it all started.

I’m still studying Environmental Science at Stirling University. I still swim. I still race. And life goes on. What happens next? Well, let’s just see.

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“Oh, did you hear about her..? / “Hear what?”

Alright, let’s talk about Rie Eirlys—a girl whose name sounds like she walked straight out of The Princess Diaries or some fairytale about a long-lost royal. And sure, people assume she’s had a life full of luxury and princess treatment. But what if I told you… you’re completely wrong?

See, people always say she’s too kind, too decent for someone who’s been through misery. But the truth? Rie doesn’t even know who her parents are. Rumor has it she was found in a park as a baby and taken in by an orphanage. Yeah, tragic doesn’t even begin to cover it. People talk about growing up with mommy or daddy issues—well, try having both. No parents, no explanations, just her and a whole lot of unanswered questions. And yeah, that kind of thing can mess you up.

But here’s the thing—Rie doesn’t want your pity. She’s 18 now and thriving, thank you very much. The orphanage wasn’t just a place to stay; it was her family. They taught her everything—manners, knowledge, skills, and basically how to survive in a world that wasn’t exactly kind to her from the start.

Of course, life doesn’t just chill and let her be happy. Oh no, there are plot twists—and probably some plot holes—waiting for her around every corner. And now you’re probably wondering… what’s next? What kind of wild turn is her story about to take?

Well, if you’re dying to find out, buckle up. Rie’s journey is just getting started, and trust me, it’s gonna be one heck of a ride!