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Liliana

(#47020296)

Level 1 Skydancer

Familiar

Wraith Hound

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

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Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.11 m

Wingspan

6.58 m

Weight

528.39 kg

Genetics

Obsidian
Starmap

Thistle
Bee

Overcast
Glimmer

Hatchday

Nov 20, 2018
(5 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Arcane
Unusual

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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Biography

GOOD HUNTER
HUNTER
composed | quiet | cold

"Did you come here looking for some reward? Do not be naive. The crimes you have committed shall be plenty enough to suffice... Did you not know? That is the only thing this hunt will give you, outsider. Blood on your hands and weight on your shoulders... assuming you even have the heart to feel anything near remorse or compassion." - ???

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Graphics by Drytil and Nirwana
Bio code by anxiousghost

The hunt is always a gamble. Every night blurs the line further between man and beast. The foul stench and taste of the old blood beckons to the hunger within the frail hearts of men. Each hunt brings one closer to the blood-drunken state that eventually finds it's way to each hunter of Yharnam. But there are those lucky few. The ones within the Hunter's Dream, the Hunters who, by the time you arrive within this cursed city, are long gone. Whether this be mentally or physically, you are the only one connected to the Dream. When you step foot in Yharnam, Liliana is among those Hunters of the Dream who are gone, likely trapped within the nightmare. Whatever happened to her is as much of a mystery as the fate of most of Yharnam's fallen defenders. Did she fall to bloodlust once she severed ties with the dream, consumed by the inevitable fate the befalls all hunters? No one can be quite sure without evidence, and sadly, none appears to remain.

Liliana Jessamine Clare was a tired hunter, one who seemed to have lost most of her compassion for the world due to the hunt's unforgiving ways. She appeared to be rather cold-hearted. Near-emotionless eyes were always present on a face that rarely broke a smile. Outside of irony or a spiel of dark humor, one would've found it near impossible to manage such a feat. Such was how the hunt breaks you, or so she'd once mused.

Her time as a Hunter of the Dream had left her without the normal beliefs held by most Yharnamites, though one could assume that such might've also been from her upbringing. This extended to outsiders, who were treated with a touch of suspicion rather than the full-blown hostility that most citizens harbored. Those same hostilities held by her neighbors were the same reasons for which she kept her identity as a Hunter hidden. It's a task that was much harder in her time and age, and how she managed to maintain it is a mystery to all but herself.

When finally able to get past this stony exterior, one might've found just how broken this Hunter had become. The problem was getting past those walls she'd caged her heart in. She would not so easily accept physical contact or any form of comfort from most people due to this, shutting down most rather quickly if they attempted. One in particular seemed to have worked her way past the walls Liliana had put up, despite the odds against them. The Plain Doll was the first to greet her into the Dream, and was the last to bid her farewell from it. When caught on a night without beasts, it was not uncommon to spy her relaxed against the Doll, finally catching some well-deserved rest while also- assumedly- reaching out for some form of comfort. It's not known how she acted when she finally opened up to another, and any theories of it have vanished with time. What is known is that if she cared for someone, the wise choice was to not speak ill of them within her presence.

Not much is known of Liliana's life outside the Hunt, unfortunately. It was only after her death that a few things she did kept hidden were revealed; her name and gender, mainly. There are many things that remain which might have been, however. A fondness of flowers seemed to have been held, as one might have once observed. Another might note how her style of fighting seemed to carry some form of grace to it, and that her figure always carried a confident poise to it. Her speech contained words outside of a commoner's vocabulary, maybe. Or how about that, when not busied in the Dream or on the Hunt, she could occasionally be spotted staring into the distance, an emptiness in her voice when she spoke and a yearning in her eyes for something- or someone- who was lost to time. She knew much, but never spoke of her experiences unless fully prompted, and seemed sparing of details. The ways she almost lashed out at most physical contact, warning of impending harm should it be tried again.
If one digs deep enough, they might find connections and ties. Her noble heritage is obvious enough, should you have the luck of coming across this manor, her house and home. Maybe, at one point, she was married off. Such usually happens with those of wealthy families. Maybe she simply lived alone, truly an oddity among her family. It would not be impossible to sneak around, should you manage to get inside. The answers you can find here are not the answers you seek, surely. ... Or, more precisely, they are not the answers you need. Such would be found elsewhere, further within this tainted city, within the Nightmare. But, alas, you are hungry for knowledge. Maybe you shall find what you seek within those walls. Just maybe. A key is all it takes. Do be warned that it's remained unattended to for years now; only the beasts have been able to get in. Oh, and do know, there are likely other secrets you desire, locked far beyond your reach. Quite a pity that the woman herself cannot answer them for you, as she is long dead and gone. It does truly seem that a corpse will yield you no answers...
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