Return of the Dark Ones
Abilities & Focuses
Communication: 0; Disguise
Constitution: 1; Stamina
Cunning: 1; Natural Lore
Dexterity: 1; Riding
Magic: 3; Creation
Perception: 0; Searching
Strength: 0; Climbing
Willpower: 2; Morale
Class Powers & Spells
Glyph of Paralysis
0 / 1,999
23 year old
Identical twin to Lithe
Grew up with Apostate Blood Mage mother in the wilds.
Amazingly naive and innocent despite her upbringing. With only minor hints and clues from her mother, she sets off on an adventure to find a long list sister.
Has a nearly obsessive compulsion to collect anything shiny.
Lissome smoothed her thumb over a facet of the broken gemstone, the ruby color that glinted in the sunlight only slightly lighter than its normal deep blood red. Unknown to Lissome, the treasured trinket was actually half of a larger stone that had been split to be gifted to two daughters. The white-haired human continued to idly fondle the smooth surface as she mulled over her next move.
Sitting in a treetop would seem uncomfortable for most but Lissome sat among the birds without thought. She loved the green surrounding her with a motherly embrace, more often than not shielding her from the view of passersby. It is just as she liked it… to see but be unseen. She learned at an early age to hide, not just physically but what her power was as well. She was hunted. She was Apostate. She learned to be almost roguish in her demeanor so as to pass herself off as at least somewhat acceptable.
Her mother often talked of the Circle with contempt, talked of its restraints and rules as she laughingly dabbled in forbidden magic – blood magic. Lissome never understood the fascination and easily resisted the temptation. There was just as much power in the acceptable magic, which Lissome could control at an early age, but her mother did not agree. They often had fights about it in later years. These arguments never bothered Lissome much; she was far too much in love with life to allow disagreements to mar her day. She was, even at the age of 23, quite innocent and appeared to others to be quite naïve. In reality, she was not quite as air-headed as she seemed, yet another thing that served to annoy her mother. And when her mother was greatly vexed, she would mumble odd things like, “I should have taken the other one. She would have been smarter,” or, “I should have left them both with their father.”
Eventually through these odd statements Lissome discerned that she had a sister somewhere in the world… she also had a father. In the last few years her mother began to go mad and soon succumbed to full possession. Sadly Lissome was the one to give the final blow that killed her mother. The young human mourned in her own way but it was hard to feel too much for a woman that made one’s life a dark place to live. Lissome was not built for sadness or darkness and feeling as free as any of the creatures in the natural world she decided not to spend another moment in the wilds but would set off to find her sister and maybe even her father.
This is how Lissome came to be sitting in a tree closer to the city than she’d ever been, fingering a glittering gemstone, watching patiently for someone to pass by so she could perhaps discern some new information that might set her on the right path.