Lilliaal

Alrighty, it's all finished and filled out to my satisfaction, finally. Anyone whose name she knows and has spoken to her beyond introductions will end up on the relations list. If I've forgotten you, just let me know thnx <3

I'm Lillian now~?

Name: Lucy. She cannot remember her last name. Age: Twenty Race: Human Alignment: Chaotic Good Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Occupation: Tailor for the Horde Birthday: Late fall ____________________________________________ Appearance Height: Five feet even Weight: Eighty five pounds Build: Petite and flat chested. Measurements are 29/22/32 Complexion: Pale with tendency toward redness Face Shape: Round, further accentuated by her bangs and wide hair. Eye Colour: Green Hair Style: Wildly curly and reaching her hips. It has a coarse and thick texture, almost wooly. Much of the time she ties it into a thick braid down her back or ties it loosely into a very low ponytail, but civilized life will see her wearing it loose more often. Hair Colour: Gold Blonde Distinguishing Features: A scar above her right knee that looks looks cracks radiating from a point. Clothing: The clothes her momma made for her are loose and easy to move in, featuring tunics and gathered pants that stop at or above the knee. She likes her colourful sashes that she wears around her waist or hips and trail to her ankles. Overall she looks like she is wearing the clothing of a young wood elf boy. Her only shoes are a pair of sturdy brown lace up work boots. Most of the time, however, she goes barefoot. Lucy only finds shoes necessary if she is travelling a long way. Voice: Soft spoken with a noticeable rasp and a low pitch for a woman. Face and Voice claim: Chloe Moretz ____________________________________________ Personality Honest: Everything she does and says is completely genuine. She also assumes the same of others and takes all information as truth unless she has specific evidence to the contrary. Because of her belief in the honesty of others, she will take anything said to her at face value and doesn't get the common implications that most members of society would understand. Optimistic: Unless told unequivocally otherwise, she will assume others' intentions are good. "Intent to harm" is so far down on her list of motivations that she has a hard time coming to the conclusion that could be someone else's motivation. Curious: Her sheltered living has, however, created her boundless curiosity. She knows nothing of anything and wants to know everything. She asks questions, she rudely explores new places. Sheltered: Having grown up away from society, she treats communication in its purest form. Idioms and metaphors escape her, trite sayings are fresh and hold literal meaning to her. Common social graces, hierarchies and power struggles are foreign to her. She is the epitome of unbiased. This can create issues when she finds herself in situations that any normal person would know are bad, but she can't see danger unless it stares her in the face. Insightful: On the flip side, she can occasionally be so genuine that when she does have enough information to deduce a person's intentions, she knows instantly when they are lying, especially to themselves. She has the ability to see things the way they are instead of the way they are supposed to be. Cowardly: She is not quick to defend herself or others. It's very easy to intimidate her if one is direct enough. Sometimes it can backfire when the threats are vague and she doesn't realize they are threats. She is not proud of this, so she strongly respects people who are brave. Self-Deprecating: She has a very low sense of self worth. If someone says something that makes her feel unwanted, she will take it to heart. She thinks she is very dumb and so is self-conscious when her intelligence is challenged. Easily Manipulated: Her sense of right and wrong is very much rooted in what she's told. If someone puts even a small amount of effort into it, they could make her believe anything. All information is, to her, equal, no matter the source. Impulsive: She follows her motivations with little to no second thoughts. Usually her intentions are in the right place, but she could be prone do doing something wrong if she had enough desire to. Although one wouldn't think so with her innocent personality, she is actually not shy about sex. This is due to a mixture of natural inclinations and having never been told it's dirty. Independent: Freedom is one of the most important values to her. If she feels her own or someone else's freedom is being challenged or controlled, her impulsiveness will be magnified and she will become very petulant and rebellious. On the other hand, she has a hard time asking for help because of this. She will take help that is offered, but will never ask. Dislikes Touch: Very mild, but being touched sets her on edge. Contact with people is unfamiliar enough without a physical connection. ____________________________________________ Character History My oldest memory was in Felsen, where I was born. It was a sunny day, better to see the slums around me, my sister's hair an orange spot of brightness amongst the dirt and gray. The boy's red blood was bright on the stone, on his hand, as he held his nose and spat words I didn't understand to Fae, then ran off. She turned, she grinned and laughed and put her arm around my neck and told me it was okay, he deserved it. I can't remember now if he did. I think he hit me. Or maybe her hit her. But my sister told me he deserved it, so he did. I don't remember my mom or my dad's face. My mom died having me, so that's okay, but my dad didn't die. Still, I don't remember his face. I remember the back of his head, bent low into his shoulders, and my mother's sister's sympathetic face eclipsed by his ragged hair. I think his name was Emil. I know my aunt's name was Sybil, Sybil Rheingold. Memory is a funny thing, I can remember her last name and even how to spell it, her face, everything about her but not my own name, pushed out by these trivial pieces of a lady who never cared for me. The next day I got on a ship with her and Fae and more tall strangers than I had ever seen in one place, somehow fitting amongst the piles of crates. She kept telling me she was taking me somewhere better, but I didn't think the place we were was so bad. It had my sister, after all, it contained all of her fire and life so it must have a been a good place indeed. But we were going somewhere better, Fae told me, and if she said it too I believed her. I don't know where were were going, but I never got there. There was a lot of yelling, someone screamed, and people with angry faces and dirt on their clothes pointed and shouted and when Sybil went where they pointed, she took our hands and we went too. We held each other's hands tightly on the shore as people scrambled about us. And then it was just Fae's hand in mine and she ran so fast into the trees it hurt my shoulder just to hold on, running with my little legs. I didn't fall, I kept up. I didn't want her to leave me. When my legs ached and my lungs burned we stopped. There was only the forest now, the silence of its foliage thickly veiled around us, muffled pants filling our ears. She tucked me into the roots of a tree and piled leaves on top of me. "I'll come back when it's safe," she said. But she never came back. The next morning I was awoken to the gentle touch of a woman brushing the leaves from my head. She regarded me coldly in the waxing morning light, and I returned her gaze through my stinging eyes. "Are you hurt?" I shook my head. "Where is your family?" I fought against the fresh well of tears that threatened to spill and with a face contorted in pain and effort, I merely shook my head again with lips squeezed tight. She sighed and asked another terse question. "...How old are you?" I held up my splayed hand. Any other moment I would have proudly added, 'And a half,' but my voice failed me, so five would have to suffice. Something changed in her face then, I remember that even now, and she knelt down next to me even as I shrank back against the hard bark. "And... what is your name little one?" "Lucy..." I croaked out in a very small, tired voice. "And I'm Ashryn," she said softly with the most gentle smile I had seen in my life. She stood and told me, "Come home with me for a bit, I'll help you find your family." Even as I think back now, it was such a strange thing for me to do. Awash in relief, I leapt up and hugged around her knees and called her Momma. She gently corrected me, but I never called her by anything else. Seasons went by and she stopped correcting me. Years went by she she stopped looking. Sometimes my heart longed for the brave, red headed girl who took my hand and punched boys, but this was my home now, here in the forest. Ashryn was a dryad, bound to her tree since before my living family had even been born. She taught me all I knew, she was my only family and the only person I knew for the next fifteen years. But she was already in her twilight years when we had met, and on one spring evening she passed in the boughs of her tree as I was making her tea. The next morning I buried her under her tree. I knew it was dying, already it's papery leaves scattered around the turned earth, but I wanted them to be together. It felt right. In her eternally casual air, she frequently told me in her calm way of how soon she was going to die. When she had met me she was sure it would be any day. So she spent her time preparing me to leave to forest in spite of my resistance. I never wanted to leave so I never wanted to be ready to leave, but somehow she had prepared me. I took a few things, a backpack, what trinkets she had left me, and I walked. ____________________________________________ Relations Dislike – Fear – Uncertain – Neutral – Like – Friend – Infatuation – Love Emil: I don't remember much except him being very sad. Fae took care of me mostly. Hester: I never met my mother, I never think of her. Fae said she had red hair, like her. Fae: She was always so strong and brave, I wish I could be more like her. I wonder what happened to her, I hope she's still alive. I miss her. Sybil Rheingold: How come I can remember her name, but not mine? She always looked at me like she tasted something bad. Ashryn: Ash was my momma, my family, my best friend and my world. Arthur Amador: He seems a little strange but very nice! First person I met when I left home after all... Took me to his city fort which isn't a city and isn't his, but he said it was a city and then said it wasn't. Very confusing! He should probably sort out his facts before giving them to me. Richard Revlis: It was so nice to be given that space even though there are no windows. Working away on the uniforms has been fun and he seems nice! I wish I had gotten to see the mines but that's alright. Some other time. Peter Gwyvare: He didn't have to but he walked me to another city that looked like an actual city, but then told me not to go inside or I'd be flayed... I like the river though. He seems sad. Update: He seems like he doesn't want to be nice to me, but it keeps happening anyway. What a funny thing, to not want to be nice. Do people do that? Celia Castellano: Oh wow she's so nice and smart and pretty and I think I want to see her more! Xyra: She yells soooo much! It was so nice of her to lend me her coat, I feel bad those two had to go and tear it after. Maybe when she feels better I'll come back and try to fix it for her. Arnorian Elendil: You both ripped it. Goodness. Jack Revlis: He does a lot of strange things and seems kind of upset? But he tries to talk to me anyway? What a strange guy. ____________________________________________