Lillith Morganstern



'' Should you spy the dark, solitary figure of Lillian Vex, you would find that she looks fragile, delicate, utterly harmless in almost every way. But the truth seldom belongs to the minds of man, and looks can be very deceiving... ''

Appearance:
Barely out of childhood, Lillian stands as a woman far beyond her actual age of twenty three; every move calculated and positioned just as it needs to be. Fluid. Diplomatic. Imposing. All this is what she must appear to be to everyone but the Coven.

Her long ebony hair is kept up as much as possible, coiled into a tight bun and kept pinned with silver pins, so that it does not hinder her spell-casting; though a stray tendril of shadowy black almost always manages to escape. Her grey eyes are grey, like the oncoming clouds of a rainstorm. Her fathers eyes, or so she's been told. Framing them, is the dark shadowy make up that quite easily sets her apart from many other women, and draws attention to her pale skin and dark hair.

Underneath the layers of cloth and linen, pale scars mar her skin; a testament to the tragic event that changed the course of her life. The burning scars wind their way up her body almost like flames themselves, time faded but still clearly evident against her skin; crimson against pale white.

Her arms are almost tattooed white with various runes and symbols, barely visible.

Lineage:
''It is interesting to note that the woman named “Lillian Vex” does not exist in any record book, or contract. There is no proof, say for the whispers of others and her obvious insistence on using the name, that the shadowy woman exists at all. She strives to be an enigma, her history is a complete mystery, even from those who mean the most to her.''



She was born as Lillith Flintlock, the second child of a soldier and a disgraced noble from Duskwood, and the sole survivor of a tradgic fire that claimed her entire families lives.

Roland Flintlock [Father]:

Born into a farming family from Northrend, Roland became infatuated with the military life from the moment his family landed in the Stormwind Docks, as a child of six years old. There was nothing he wanted more then to join the ranks of the guard, or live the exciting life of a soldier protecting King Varian Wrynn himself. Much to his fathers displeasure, he joined the military the very day he came of age.

Though his fate was not to rise through the ranks, he became well known as a good man of considerable reputation; even among the higher officers he was known to man a rightious, and honorable man. However fate, it seemed, would deal him an unfortunate hand. At the age of twenty six years old, he suffered a sevear blow to the lower leg and had to have the limb removed due to an infection.

His military career over, he retired to his family farm in Duskwood, and married his childhood sweet-heart.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Coralline Vex [Mother]:

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">The youngest of five girls, and born into a noble family that had fallen from social graces roughly a centrury ago, Coralline Vex was hardly born into the lap of luxury. Living on a dwindling fortune, and long regretted promisses, the Vex family had not much to spare for yet another girl.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Unlike the rest of her sisters, Coralline was not married off as soon as she was of proper age; her 'fits' made it almost impossible for any man to keep affections for her for long. Diagnosed by a doctor as an onset of madness, he perscribed various elixers and potions to keep her rages and fluctuations of insanity under rapt. Slowly, the potions seemed to work, and the families fears were put to rest.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">At teh age of twenty four, she married her childhood sweet-heart, Roland, though her parents only agreed to the union in the hopes that Roland's outstanding reputations would help bring back some honor to their family name.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Darius Flintlock [Sibling]:

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">The spiting image of his father at his age, Darius was the first child of Roland and Coralline Flintlock. Born as any other healthy baby boy, he was everything his parents had hoped; with a shock of blond hair and a broad smile.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Though the childs live was taken, during a tragic accident that rocked the family; Darius Flintlock drowned in a wash basin at the age of three years old while his mother was busying herself with other chores. Roland was chopping wood at the time in the feild, and when he came home to find his distraught wife, weeping over the limp body of his first-born child; his heart broke in a way that would never be repared.

Early Life:
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Hair like a ravens wing, eyes like an old spirit; Lillith Flintlock was born quiet, those large grey eyes staring up at the nursemaid, watching the movements of her expectant father behind her. Most children wailed when they came into this world, but this child was silent as if she already expected this life to be a cruel one.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm"><span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;">Lillith lived neither comfortably, nor poorly as she grew up in on her parents farm in Duskwood; just south of Darkshire. She was not afraid of the dark twisting trees, nor the thick thorny bushes that would wind their way around the fences and reach into every nook and cranny. There where no children in the surrounding farms, so she grew up with mice and ravens for companions, and books for her closest friends.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm"><span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;">As she matured, she began to notice the small things that her parents did, like all children do in time. Her father's habit of working late and going to bed early. Her mothers uncanny ability to fly into a rage at the slightest of irritations. But she was young, and never understood that reason why her mother would slap and beat her, or why her father would never look her in the eyes.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">''<span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;">But in the end, all the reasons and all the answers were burned up, along with everything and everyone else in the fire that changed the course of Lillith's life evermore. ''

The Fire:
<p style="margin-bottom:0cm"><span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;">That night was especially dark that night, the dark clouds blanketing the sky in a dark-grey that made the eerie Duskwood forests seem even more sinister then usual. Lillith had been sent to bed early that night, the fresh bruise on her cheek was blossoming into a bluish lump that had made it difficult to sleep.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Her tiny figure was slumped over the thick pages of her story book, a lone tallow candle pooled it's light on the paper, the five year old was leaning her aching cheek on their coolness when she fell asleep. <span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;">She was still asleep when the flames began to lick their way up the posts of her bed, and began eating away at the quilt and her bed-clothes.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">WIP!))

The Aftermath:
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Roles:
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