<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/4a/5f/744a5ffa64ee969dec89dad6568ff3d6.jpg)<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Additional Images</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/28/14/00/2814000438fa016c2a39dedff897a647.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/LuciaBrati.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/87/d2/f2/87d2f2c78dc1c3a30a96e607bbd5c403.jpg)</div></div></div></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Lucia Yessena Emili Caterique Brati</strong></span> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1367144)</div><br/><strong>Age</strong>: 19<br/><br/><strong>Gender</strong>: Female<br/><br/><strong>Background</strong>: Lucia's mother left her in a handwoven reed basket on the doorstep of a humble hut in the woods.  It was the first human abode that the Hag had come across and after determining that it was occupied, she was glad to be free of her burden.  No one will ever accuse a Hag of being particularly maternal.<br/><br/>It was that time of year when the nights begin to get cold, and Lucia wasn't shy about making her discomfort known once the chill and hunger set in.  This brought the wizened occupant of the hut to the door, where Mama Vanya found the dark-skinned, red-faced little girl howling to bring down the roof.  She wasn't particularly pleased by this development, but she brought the child inside anyhow, if only to make her shut up and cease her caterwauling.<br/><br/>Mama Vanya was a reclusive woman in her late sixties whose only interaction with the 'civilized' world came when she had to go to town for supplies.  Curmudgeonly, cantankerous and highly superstitious, she didn't particularly like the child she took in, and definitely didn't trust it, but she figured after a bit of raising, at least she would have someone to take care of her and do for her as she got older.  By the time she was five, Lucia was expected to care for the small brood of chickens, feed and milk the goat, clean the hut, make the meals and make any necessary trips to town to sell their goods and buy the supplies.  Meanwhile, Mama Vanya spent her days mostly dozing by the fire, telling the same stories over and over again, forgetting the name she'd given the girl and criticizing everything Lucia did.<br/><br/>Needless to say, Lucia wasn't exactly happy.<br/><br/>When she was around twelve years old, she returned from the village to find the chickens and goat all slaughtered, the door of the hut ripped from its hinges and Mama Vanya in the midst of being devoured by a huge, brindle-coated beast with glowing yellow eyes and a muzzle full of sharp, yellow fangs.  For a heartbeat, the lycan and child stared at one another without moving, then Lucia shrieked and fled from the hut.  The werewolf pursued.<br/><br/>By chance, there was a lumberjack nearby cutting trees and he heard the child's scream and came rushing to her aid.  He stumbled upon the werewolf clawing madly at the trunk of a huge tree with the small girl perched in the upper branches, frantically looking around for any means of escape.  If questioned, neither the lumberjack or the child could tell anyone how it happened, but by some divine blessing, the lumberjack was able to swing his common ax with enough force and power to separate the beast's head from its body.<br/><br/>Returning to the hut, Lucia was convinced that Mama Vanya was dead, and she was even more alone in the world than she had been before.  However, when she and the lumberjack found the old woman, she was still breathing.  The man helped the girl to set things to right and bandage up the tough old broad, whose recovery was remarkable and made Lucia feel that there was perhaps a divine being looking out for her, after all.  But, that didn't last long.<br/><br/>About a month after the attack, Lucia woke in the night to find a slavering beast throwing their humble furniture around the hut, smashing tables and chairs in a fit of impotent rage.  It seemed confused and disoriented, but Lucia had planned for just such another incident, ever since the first attack on their hut.  Quietly, she slipped from her bed and slid the cloth-wrapped throwing knives she'd been practicing with from underneath it.  Heart pounding and her lungs burning from the breath she refused to set free, she lifted one of the knives and let it fly at the creature.<br/><br/>Ten minutes and multiple exciting jump cuts later, the body of the freshly killed werewolf lay on the floor of the hut, riddled by poorly-weighted, desperately thrown knives.  As the pool of blood beneath the corpse spread over the packed earth floor, the creature morphed into the form of Mama Vanya, fresh off her first, and last, transformation.<br/><br/>Lucia calmly gathered her knives and wrapped the old woman's body in the blanket from her bed, then dragged her to the small garden behind the hut and buried her beneath the light of the full, yellow, Ustalavan moon.  From then on, she lived alone in the hut, and continued to train herself to fight the monsters of the world.  No one in the village questioned where Mama Vanya had gone, since none had seen the old woman for years, and no one had particularly cared for her to begin with.  The sale of the goat's milk, from the goat that had replaced the one eaten by the first werewolf, and the chicken eggs, a new brood to replace the old, kept Lucia fed and even allowed her to save up gold.  Every summer, she also had a beautiful crop of vegetables to pickle and sell at the market from the garden out back...which thrived with the fresh body fertilizing the soil.<br/><br/>When she was sixteen, and had saved up enough gold, Lucia packed the few things she cherished, sold the goat and chickens, and left the hut for the final time.  She traveled to the nearest city, Caliphas, and began plying her trade as a monster hunter for hire.  She was able to better research the creatures she was sworn to destroy, via the library and the tales told by the drunks in the taverns; and she honed her skills fighting rats and other bothersome beasts in the basements about town.<br/><br/>There were many times over the years that Professor Lorrimor called upon her to serve as his personal bodyguard or tracker, as he traveled in and around the city, as well as other places.  She enjoyed his company, and learned a great deal from the notes he allowed her to read while they were traveling together.  He also enjoyed hearing about her work and all the creatures she'd encountered in the performance of her job, as well as her personal insights on the beasts.<br/><br/>Lorrimor was one of the few people the woman considered a friend.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Lucia's Varisian heritage is apparent in her dusky skin; thick, silky, dark brown hair and almond-shaped eyes.  Her bone structure is refined and striking, enhancing her exotic beauty until she is far more enticing than one would expect.  Her eyes are two different colors; one the inky black of night and the other a smokey grey like thin clouds passing in front of a pregnant moon.  She typically dresses in form-fitting clothing more suited to men, the fabric designed to allow her freedom of movement without risking rustling or snagging.  Secreted about her person are daggers and small throwing knives of exquisite balance and simple design, and she carries a crossbow strapped to her back with bolts slung across her chest.  Her dark breeches, waistcoat and black linen shirt put her small, high breasts, slim waist, full hips and strong thighs on unabashed display.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Lucia is the sort of person to stand on a rooftop, in the light of a full moon, gazing out over a village with her eyes hooded and an expression of brooding contemplation on her face...because she forgot where she parked her horse.  Sometimes you gotta climb up high to get a little perspective, you know?<br/><br/>Upon first meeting her, people tend to expect her to either speak in mystical riddles that sound deep and mysterious, or to say nothing and spend all her time fondling her daggers.  But, she's more about getting drunk and betting strangers she can put one of her knives through the center of an apple at a hundred feet.  And she's charming enough to convince these people to stand with said apple on top of their head, even after they've watched her down multiple pints or shots of liquor.  Lucky for them, she's<em>very</em>skilled with her daggers and, you know, a brilliant actress and hustler.<br/><br/>Even when things look their worst, she always has a clever quip or wry remark to lighten the mood.  She can come off as callous or unfeeling at times, but it's only because she tends to focus very intently when she is engaged in a hunt.  When not actively pursuing prey, she is personable, flirtatious, witty and cocky.<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Omnisexual; Lucia doesn't discriminate based on gender, race, religion, or even alignment...as long as you're not someone or something she's hunting.<br/><br/><strong>On/Offs Thread</strong>: Biblio's O&Os (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104274.0)