You were Morrigan’s cousin, and you grew up with your two sisters. They weren’t the best, and neither was your Father. You’re sisters and father were deranged, but you’d been strong through those times as your Mother believed in you and told you positive things until your Father killed her when you were five. Even though your father had banged your head against the wall from time to time as you grew up, you were extremely intelligent.

You’d refused to let your hair down once you got older, as your father had always cut it and purposely made it hideous when you were younger. You’d always wear clothes that would cover up most of your body, like long sleeve shirts and long pants. You rarely took the dark bandana off your mouth unless eating or drinking. You’d wear a hood unless inside, but your hair was always tied up.

You had stopped eating a lot after your Mother’s death, so at meals with the Inner Circle, you’d only finish a quarter of the plate before leaving. You were shy, rarely spoke, but still participated in missions and such. You spent most of your time locked in your room or reading, and if someone else come in the room, you would leave.

Right now, you live with the IC, and you’re currently walking down the corridors of the House Of Wind, hearing everyone’s conversations and voices through the large door in the lounge room.