The BasicsName: Elizabeth "Liz" Christine Willow
Age: 10
Gender: Female
On-HandDaily clothing: A
Black Sweater Dress, a pair of white stockings, a pair of
Black Combat Boots, and a
Golden Cross Necklace.
Weapon: Tomahawk and a
Combat Knife.
Equipment: A
Beige Satchel containing four water bottles, a pack of boxed juices, several boxes of raisins, extra clothing, and some apples, a
Water Canteen, and a
Leather Fanny Pack containing several gold coins, a rabbit's foot, a
mini Bible, and a
pocket watch.Extra clothing: A
Floral Dress, a
Brown Sweater, and a pair of dark blue jeans.
CompanionsZinx, a four year old cat with the ability to speak English.
BiographyElizabeth was born fourteen years after her brother,
Johnathon Hunter Willow, to
Annalise and
Eliot Willow. At the time of Elizabeth's birth, Annalise was thirty-two years old and Eliot was thirty-eight. The couple had been shunned in the small town where they resided not only for their six year age difference, but also for the fact that Annalise had given birth after the age of thirty, which was breaking tradition in the community. The Willow family was a reserved one, never attending any town events, never responding to visiting neighbors, and never seeming to come out of their home.
The reality that most were not aware of was that Eliot was a high leader for a
Demon Hunting division in their quaint, quiet little town. Missing persons reports, suicides, and homicides without suspects began increasing at a large rate for the past ten years before Elizabeth was born. Eliot was called down to inspect and investigate. And when Elizabeth was barely three years old, her father left one evening and never returned.
Overcome with grief, Annalise spent the next four years traveling away from home to search for her husband, leaving Elizabeth to be cared for by Johnathon. Being seventeen at the time the responsibility of caring for a toddler was dumped on him, Johnathon was neither a good brother nor guardian. It was during her time alone that Elizabeth learned to care and fend for herself. Soon, it became apparent that she would follow in her father's footsteps.
When Elizabeth was just seven years old, she left her home and her brother behind, knowing that he would never miss her. Within the first six months, Elizabeth was almost murdered. She was small and virtually strength-less, and a sleek, black wolf much larger than the average mini-van leaped upon her, teeth bared, snarling, out to kill, and specifically, out to kill
her. Had it not been for Mason Timothy, a wandering hunter who happened to have been a very good friend of Eliot's, Elizabeth would have been dinner.
Mason took Elizabeth in. He had no home of his own; he was a traveling hunter. Though he didn't have much to offer, he did give her the equipment, weapons, and gear she carried around today. He helped her to learn to use the weapons he had gifted her. He taught her to survive. He taught her to hunt. And before long, Elizabeth's eyes were much older than her body. She'd had more personal experiences with murder, death, and tragedy than any other average ten year old. And just as she'd begun growing fond of jolly, cheerful Mason Timothy, he vanished. Just like her father.
Now, Elizabeth wanders. Some part of her hopes that maybe, just maybe, she will come across her father or her mother. Another part of her hopes that she never does.
