<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Annalise Morthorn</span><br/>(http://s6.postimage.org/6v4ojqjb5/640x991_7266_Sortilegio_2d_illustration_fantasy.jpg)<br/><br/>Age: 19<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Human<br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Anna is seen as stubborn and strong. She does not easily fall into the room of a housewife as she wants to explore the world. Even so, she is caring for those around her and will not let harm come to any.<br/><strong>History:</strong> Anna's parents died when she was four, leaving her in the care of her aunt. She grew up in this family with five cousins and was always seen as the outcast. She enjoyed hunting rather than cooking.<br/><strong>Other:</strong> Annalise does not believe that the demon actually exists. She has always figured the girls to have gone crazy and fled into the woods or that the townsfolk killed them in order to continue the demonic pretense.</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Annalise sighed softly, lounging on the sofa in the family room. The entire village was in a buzz as the annual celebration began in honor of the so called demon that haunted the bordering forest. Decorations to appease him hung from every rooftop. Anna chuckled softly to herself, amused how loyal the entire village claimed to be. No one had actually seen this creature, so it was impossible to understand why they felt such loyalty to him.<br/><br/>Many years ago, he was said to terrorize this very village with famine and disease, demanding a young and pure maiden to sate his hunger. And eventually, the will of the village caved. And so, since that day, every seven years, a maiden was released into the woods fated never to return. One life for many, it was an easy decision.<br/><br/>Annalise turned a page in her book, startled as a loud banging and shouting began at the family door. She could hear her aunt's voice rising shrilly, pleading against the platoon of men. Anna rose and set her book on the table, screaming as the men came into the room and grabbed her roughly by the arms. Her lithe body was no match as she was dragged from the house, blindfolded, drugged, and tossed into a carriage.<br/><br/>She awoke slowly, her head spinning as the forest swirled around her. She moaned, attempting to stretch, but found that her hands had been chained to the trunk of a large tree with a pentagram carved roughly into its bark. It was apparent the villagers did not want her to run. Annalise pulled on the chains but her strength was too weak to muster more than a rattle of laughter from the ancient metal. Defeated, she leaned against the tree and gazed upward into the moon's glow.