Adopted Name:
Lily Monroe.
Aliases:
N/A.
Apparent Age:
Early twenties.
Gender:
Female.
Classification:
IV.
Appearance (Human):
She is a fit and healthy looking woman with seemingly perfect complexion. She is closer to pale than she is tan. She has long flowing raven black hair that extends down near her knees; the dark colored hair only brightening the other aspects of her features.
She has soft red lips and piercing yellow eyes; probably the only sharp looking thing on her otherwise softly curved figure.
Appearance (Monster):
Her true form isn't really something that anyone has really ever seen. She is more an ethereal absence of light and form.
Looking upon her form nothing can be seen except a faint outline within the outreaching darkness that shrouds her. Though there is not only darkness, strange tendrils of light seem to draw into her darkness only to fade; as she were a vortex swallowing up the light around her.
Skills:
Natural strength and fighting prowess. Seemingly as quick as a ray of light.
Special Ability:
Light Manipulation - Lily has an attunement with light; able to pluck it's energy out of the air and utilize it to her desires. Often she will use this manifested energy to create objects of her imagination. She is able to pull this light based energy into apparent solid forms; or even destructive blasts of condensed, pure energy. Though her structures and abilities are beautiful to behold - given their rainbow-y apperance - it is most dangerous to encounter.
Weaknesses:
Dark rooms. Not only does she control light it also seems to feed her in a certain sense. Restrict her access to light and she will become noticeably weaker.
Other Fragments Consumed (If Known):
One.
Persona:
Despite her sharp, piercing eyes Lily is rather sweet and calm; almost motherly with her affection towards others. She doesn't care at all for the harm of humans or even witches for that matter. She tends to see the best in people, knowing there is a small flickering light of goodness within every living being; even fragments. But she knows how dangerous some Fragments have become, she even knows there are dangerous witches and even humans. She knows there is a time to kill, and she will do her job; she just simply hates it.
Lily isn't exactly much of a joking around person though she understand the importance of humor to humans. Their laughter actually warms her heart, or whatever beats inside a fragments chest. She just simply doesn't really know how to tell jokes and creating a joke is near unheard of from her. Though that doesn't stop her from trying at times of jovial social encounters; they're just usually terrible.
Known History:
Lily was found alone at the containment sight after the escape. Those who happened upon her couldn't figure out why she stayed. Through some interrogation she finally told her story.
At the beginning there was chaos, echoing screams of death muffled only by the sound of shattering concrete. It startled Lily awake from her weak slumber - having been kept in a dark cell to keep her weak. She placed her ear to the cold steal door only to hear the same,
but far more clearly. It twisted her insides, made her sick. Hearing them out there screaming for help only to be silenced with a splatter of blood. It wasn't long before her cell door was torn from its hinges and she was beckoned out. The light from the hall felt euphoric against her pores. She felt drench her like a warm waterfall. It was weak, but it was light. She stepped out into the hall only to see the carnage left behind. She was one of the last freed and the rest were well on their way. Still not up to her full power she stumbled down the halls, over bodies and staining her feet red.
She didn't know how to feel. The light filled her with joy but her eyes wrenched at her stomach. Once she made it outside she realized it was night and the moon was covered by clouds. Tears cleaning lines down her dirty cheeks. She was so weak, so hungry. So saw a fallen Fragment sprawled across the field; he must have been taken down as he was retreating. She didn't want to eat him.
The hounds found her when they finally came to examine what had happened. Lily was curled up under a flickering lamp, holding her knees to her chest. Tears and blood staining her tattered prison clothes.
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