Bien que Lilli ne le savait pas, elle avait passé le voyant en allant dans la taverne. Ses yeux bleu pâle étincelaient alors qu'elle marchait à travers la lumière du soleil, son regard était fixé sur le sol devant elle, ne regardant jamais loin d'elle. Qu'elle ait attiré l'attention des groupes ou non, elle n'a pas remarqué, et elle ne s'en souciait pas beaucoup. Elle n'était pas là pour avoir des ennuis ou attirer l'attention. Tout ce qu'elle voulait c'était régler les grognements de son estomac et les douleurs dans ses pieds. Tout le reste pourrait venir plus tard, si c'était le cas.
La taverne était pleine d'affaires. Et apparemment le groupe récemment parti avait causé un peu d'agitation. Un homme a failli la labourer en essayant de les rattraper. Il lui a fallu un moment pour obtenir ses repères, son regard s'attardant sur la foule pendant un moment, prenant dans les nombreuses personnes différentes appréciant la compagnie de la taverne et ses biens. Enfin, ses yeux se sont fixés sur la garde du bar et un endroit vide au bar. Il l'a motionnée.
Elle a lentement fait son chemin à travers la foule et à la place vide. Le barman semblait être occupé avec d'autres mécènes de l'établissement occupé. Était-il ici tout seul?, pensa-t-elle, et regarda autour de la taverne en espérant voir quelqu'un d'autre qui semblait travailler ici. En vain, le gentleman qui aidait le vendeur était le seul. Elle s'est cognée sur son capot, l'a arrachée de la tête et a libéré sa tresse des limites de son capot qui maintenant drapé sur ses épaules. Elle savait déjà ce qu'elle voulait, mais elle ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de regarder le fond des liqueurs derrière le bar. Cet endroit doit bien se passer, elle murmure, son regard flotte sur le barman une fois de plus. Elle avait faim, ses rations étaient épuisées il y a environ un jour et demi. Un étrange bruit qui jaillit de son estomac, comme le grognement d'une bête affamée. Peu importe ce qu'ils ont servi ici, elle avait assez faim pour manger presque tout ce qu'ils avaient, et probablement tout sur leur menu.
Ses mains calmées s'asseyaient doucement, pliées sur la surface dure du haut de la barre. Elle pourrait être patiente si elle devait l'être. Les affaires sont arrivées en premier, elles sont toujours arrivées en premier. Son visage devint aigre comme une pensée traversa son esprit. Un bâilleur lui échappa, avec lui, la disposition aigre disparut rapidement.
Name: Lilliannah Corrine Dancroft
Alias: Annalynne (Anna-leen) LaFray
Appearance: Enticing your gaze, if not shrouded by her hood, are her eyes. Big, pale crystalline blue, reminding you of the sky on cloudy day, one displaying green speckles within. Also often hidden, are silky waves of fiery red hair, which is usually pulled back into a loose braid, allowing strands to fly about. Freckles scatter lightly over her nose. Standing at about 5’6”, Lilli’s build is more reflective of a dancer. Petite, though not without curves, and the majority of her weight sits below her waist. If exposed, several faded scars stretch across her back and shoulders. One scar in particular rests upon her right cheek, close to her ear and is about 1 1/2 inches in length. Her skin, tanned from travel, otherwise shows no markings.

Age: 26
Gender: Female
Bio: Lilliannah is the daughter of wealthy merchants Pavel and Catherine Dancroft, nestled in a quite far away mountain top town. Born into wealth, Lilli was raised to be prim and proper. Her older sister Kendall was a sight to behold. Lovely, thick brown wavy hair, deep blue eyes, pale skin, elegant and beautiful in every way, and more importantly, a product of both Pavel and his wife, Catherine. Lilli was constantly being criticized, and endlessly compared to her. “Why can’t you be more like your sister” the words would course through her mind, with no release. Always to be reminded of where she came from and who she wasn't.
As the years passed, their differences became more apparent. She was constantly shunned by her parents, completely ignored by her sister, and made to feel like an outcast by most around her. She became violent, secluded and resentful. She thought perhaps by distancing herself, she’d be free of their criticism and harshness, being able to live her days in peace.
Unfortunately this was not the case. Dark thoughts began to fill her mind, and so she sought the gods for help. Spending a week in prayer and deep meditation, she begged and pleaded for things to change. Frustrated by no answer, she finally went home. Exhausted from the thoughts that raced through her mind, the disappointment that echoed through the tense muscles of her body, she passed out even before she reached the front door.
That's when the nightmares began. Within the horrid dreams, a message was relayed - her answer. It was merely a name, but she knew exactly what it meant. Each attempt at putting it out of her mind only made things worse. And so the day finally came; the day she would bring Kendall to her death. Her hands set to purpose with glee as she began to concoct the poison that would end her sister’s life. Deep down, she had hoped that this would make her parents acknowledge their only living daughter, at least acknowledge her with something other than disgust and disappointment.
And finally, the deed was done. Days passed and turned into weeks, months. Nothing changed, nothing was ever enough for them. Lilli was gazed over and became one of the servants of the house. With that, she crept into the shadows and left.

Memory: 7 years old
Kendall was supposed to watch me. We went out to the pond behind the house. It was frozen over due to the bitter cold that engulfed the Gate that winter. I admit, perhaps I was being a bit if a nag. But then Kendall left. She was called over by some friends, Maribel or something like that, and a boy. Yet again, I was left to entertain myself. Honestly though, I preferred it this way. I remember Kendall would always tease me. I remember I was wearing my new shoes. Mama had Katalina take me to go get fitted for them. They were horrible against the cold weather, but then again, they were supposed to be for parties and fancy outings. My feet were freezing as I glided across the ice. Even then I was graceful on my feet. Though this is me and I may not have a clear picture of that. Something caught my eye. Something that was in the ice, but I never got a clear view. I crouched down to get a better look. The ice cracked, water gushed up and into my lungs. I began to freeze from the inside out. I can't even tell you where the shooting pain of ice cold originated, all I know was that within, what seemed like a matter of short moments, I was numb all over and the only thing I felt was the life being shoved out of my body by the cold. Patches of ice surrounded me, I tried my hardest to grasp onto one and pull myself out, but I was so cold I could barely feel my fingers. It was cold. It got dark. To feel like I was one with the cold water that surrounded me . I screamed. Or at least I tried to. Or, at the very least I thought i did. There were sounds. Was it me? I don't even remember being pulled out of the ice. There was a lot of screaming, and then, nothing. I awoke in the infirmary. Katalina found me wailing about. I had fallen in. It took her and one other to pull me out. Kendall was no where to be found. And the next morning at breakfast, it was as if nothing happened.
Memory: 12 years old
I met a cute boy, his name was Krystofer. He was new in town. I went to say hello and introduce myself. Kendall beat me to him. They're dating now. My friend Rose says it's only a matter of time before she gets sick of him. Rose is my best friend. My only friend really. Thank the gods for Rose.
Memory: 15 years old
Winter is upon us again, thank the gods it is almost over. I got into another argument with mother again. Oh if I received a coin for every time I heard the words ‘if only you were more like your sister’. ‘You’d go places’, she’d often finish that sentence with … I was sick nearly the entire winter. Being stuck in bed on your birthday is -not- fun. But Katalina made me this wonderful cake. Chocolate mousse with a light caramel coffee icing. Oh, I don’t know what she used to make this or even where she got them from. But I have decided, I am going to learn. May the gods bring me peace this year to come.
Memory: 17 years old
“May the gods grant me grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed, Courage to change the things which should be changed, and the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.” A prayer I've been repeating over and over again these past few nights. I've tried to keep the peace. I've tried to keep my distance, but these thoughts I've had, they are driving me insane. I feel trapped, suffocated, alone. I often daydream, picturing myself ripping her heart from her chest. I'll hold it in my hand for a few moments, watching the intricate details of life work in such wondrous ways. The thump thump between my fingers, it grows weaker as my grasp on the organ grows tighter. I revel at the sight of blood trailing down my arm as I hold her heart, triumphantly, in the air. I've begged and pleaded with the Gods that they must stop. I’ll be traveling to the Temple downtown in the morning. I've packed a bag and don’t plan on coming back until I've received some sort of answer.
~ * ~
“I awoke from another nightmare. This had to have been the worst there was so far. Pain, so much pain. I sat in a pool of blood, feeling quite content, though all I saw was this hideous monster. Something had overtaken me and all I can hear, all I can feel was the pain of others around me. Lets not think about that now, I’ve too much to do today. Drenched in my own sweat, I tumble out of bed, struggling to find my feet. I look in the mirror. What a mess. Red ragged hair devouring my face, sweeping down to the middle of my back. Large black circles envelop my eyes which have become quite puffy I can barely see through them. The pale blue that once sparkled now seemed dull, more grey than anything, only speckled with light blue through out. Weeks of an improper diet has left the girl with once healthy curves to stand, gazing at skin and bones in the large and elegant mirror that adorned her room. How could I have let this happen. No more … no more.”
Lillia took a few extra minutes to get ready today. Her hair twisted into neat braids, tucked tightly into a bun which sat between her ears. Her gown was neatly pressed and flowed against her thin figure quite elegantly. The gown itself was a light blue trimmed in white lace. A corset top trimmed her figure, tapered sleeves released themselves at her elbows, allowing a thin piece of lace to escape and flow about to her fingertips. It was a dress fit for a lady of the court, an especially odd dress for her to wear on an ordinary Thursday. Though no one made a comment or question regarding her choice, and she went about the day doing as she pleased as normal. She spent the first few hours of the early morning in the garden reading.
Breakfast was finally called for which she reported for promptly. Eggs in a basket cooked over medium with crispy bacon and potatoes, finished off with a tall glass of freshly squeezed juice, her favorite breakfast meal. Lillia took her time eating, savoring each bite. The yoke of the egg spilled over her toast slowly as she cut into her food. She watched as it oozed out, staining the white dish, the colors of her food mixing slowly. She watched, fascinated, though after realizing her stare at the wondrous meal, she quickly took back to eating it. The afternoon was quickly upon them, which meant various chores had to be done before dinner. But Lillia had other plans for the afternoon.
~~*~~
She traveled to the various gardens around the manor, took solace within the woods picking berries and various other herbs. Though the anxiety was fiercely building inside her, she walked through the day even keeled and calm. Hiding in the shadows of the afternoon sun, she crept back to her room, successfully keeping herself from wandering eyes. “Tis time” she whispered to herself as she locked her door. With a deep inhale, she turned to her workstation of herbs and vials and went to work. Butterflies made their way through her stomach, ejecting from her in the form of giddy giggles as she carefully mixed and molded. Her hands trembled as she held the finished product in her hand. She couldn't help but smile, her release would be upon her soon enough.
It was already 5 in the evening, they’d be calling for dinner soon. She had to make her move or delay another day. There was one thing that would steal her sister from her chores, afternoon lemonade - a treat just before dinner, and their little secret. They had been doing lemonades at dusk now for a few months. It was the only time that Lillia really got to spend with her sister, bonding time. But it was already too late and she knew she couldn't turn back now. Her life would be forfeit if she did and all that she truly wanted was to live in peace. No longer tormented by dark thoughts and cruel words or the harshness of her cold childhood. That winter was certainly the coldest in more ways than one. It was time for summer and this was her ticket. After carefully mixing in the toxin into Kendall’s lemonade, she met her sister outside the stables for their bonding tradition, taking with her a small boot dagger and a pair of gloves tucked within her belt.
~~*~~
Lillia watched as her sister drank up her lemonade, she must’ve been real thirsty as she took the whole glass down within one gulp. Kendall narrowed her eyes as she tried to focus on the objects around them, gripping onto the stool as her knees finally gave and she tumbled to the floor. Lillia watched with glee, a grin slipping on her face, a sly look of satisfaction as she pulled the gloves on, fixing her fingers in each slip of cloth. Kendall gasped for breath, trying desperately to feed off the air trying to stay alive. Her arms began to flail wildly as Lillia pounced, wrapping her hands around the girls neck, her fingers squeezing down one by one on the young girl’s airway. She moves herself up, sitting upright on top of Kendall. Leaning low, she pulls the dagger from her boot, examining the shiny blade. Orange, red and blue radiate within the room as the evening sun sets, the light shooting in all directions as it bounces off the blade of the dagger. In one swift move, Lillia plunges the dagger into Kendall’s heart, again and again, her blood making jagged patterns within the hay beneath their bodies. A deep maniacal laugh escaped Lillia in this moment. She remained on top of the carcass that was once her sister for a long moment, reveling in her accomplishment. Neither Kendall nor Lillia would be attending dinner that night.
The aftermath however, had never crossed her mind, at least not until a loud thud came from inside the stables startling her. Thankfully no one was there. She had to get rid of her dress, she had to stage an attack. She ran down towards the river, ripping through the rose bushes and tearing through the dirt, tumbling down the hills and into the ice cold water that flowed into the creek. She had to make it believable to divert all attention from her. When they finally found her, she was unconscious and barely alive, nearly frozen to death. This was her second ‘accident’ in the ice. Who knew that the cold of the water would seep so deep into her heart allowing nothing else to live there other than bitterness and resentment. But her sister’s blood had sparked something within her, a feeling that she will never forget. Her parents flocked with grief, and that night was the first night in months that she had slept. A long, deep and peaceful sleep.
~ * ~

She never spoke of 'home' again, and after leaving it, she enlisted in the local mercenary guild. She had no experience, but they took her in anyway. Like a lost little puppy she seemed to paw at their door until they allowed entrance. Life became a quick and harsh lesson, it wasn't all dresses and dance lessons like she had while living with her parents. Though, they treated her with more care than she ever received at home, so her complaints swiftly diminished. Lilli picked up on things quickly, and would take to anything anyone would teach her. Within the few years spent there, they honed her skills as a ranger, and even began focusing on the skills needed for a successful scout.
It wasn't too long before she's met Colin, the heavy footed barbarian, and one of the higher ups of the guild. Despite being married, he never hid his interest for her, it was just never reciprocated. She picked up on a few other things too, including how Colin looked at his wife, and every other woman who passed him by, the look of disgust and scorn his wife would give her upon passing. She also heard rumors, bits of her past creeping up in conversations held in the shadows, and from the sounds of it, this wasn't good for her. Sure, many in their ranks were criminals; petty thieves, murderers and the like. But a major client’s daughter was killed. Having her there, not turning her over, well, it was bad for business, and the guild was all about business. She needed to get out, to disappear, to leave the mountains, once and for all.
A job came in that would send them to a set of islands not far from the mountains edge. This was her chance to escape. Unfortunately nothing went as planned on that trip. Betrayal, blackmail, manipulation, and one thing led to another. The only way she was leaving was with more blood on her hands. One night, after Colin had been particularly cruel to her, she called upon the gods for the courage to do what needed to be done. Dawn finally came about them, and as his life slipped from his body, she gazed upon him, an eerie sense of satisfaction and contentment came over her. The rage had finally subsided, leaving Lilli calm and peaceful. And with that, she slipped into the shadows, the fog of the isles hiding her presence.
Finally, away from everything, she was able to rest. It was a peaceful sleep, hidden in the shrubbery of the forest just at the foot of the mountain, shrouded by the darkness of night. She'd have to be careful from here on in, and she had a long way to go. They'd be looking for her for sure. Is there anyone she can trust?
Who is the Seer?: She's heard only rumors of the Seer, whispers within the dead of night. Years of travel still haven't brought her any closer to this being, this myth. She wanders now only looking for a purpose; something to do, somewhere to call home, people to perhaps call family, a real family. Her days of chasing childhood stories are done.
An interesting tidbit which the Seer might know or see about her- Lilli is of chaotic alignment. She is a good person though there is a darkness within her. She is quiet, and likes to observe. She is also hot tempered if angered. She doesn't trust very easily however she is loyal to those who she deems worthy of her trust. Lilliannah is a woman of her word and will try very hard not to break it. She is honorable to that extent, but she plays by her own rules, her own code.