Twins, secretly faerie-born, living in the community on the outskirts of the city.
Sam emanates warmth, the opposite and opposition to the icy coolness his sister puts out to most she speaks to. Where she trusts noone, and seems to hold herself remote from all the world, as if everyone was only moving around her but could not touch her so long as she touched noone, he can't help but let people in, try to help them. It's in his rather dangerous nature.
Despite this, it seems to the pair that people prefer to speak to Alys, in fact to the point that few besides Alys speak to Sam at all. Not out of dislike, or disdain, but rather as if they don't realise he's there. It hadn't always been that way, and where Alys frets and tries to understand why people ignore her brother, her kindhearted, friendly, helpful twin who never acts cruelly to anyone, Sam only smiles and says it's in people's nature not to see what they didn't want to, tells her not to worry.
They are each others' biggest, in fact only support, and rarely spend a moment apart.
The twins have never known another life but the one they live now, their mother departing to the Woods whence she came as soon as they were weined, and there father dissapearing shortly after, assumed bewitched after he was seen cavorting with a faerie woman and taken by the Orderlies. He never returned, and the kind old woman living close beside them, assuming them to be 'normal' children in dire need, provided them a home and cared for them, until, at 8 years old, Alys made the mistake of implanting an image of a beautiful, bright coloured bird she had seen on the outskirts of the woods into the womans' mind, not realising she was doing anything out of the ordinary. The woman realised there was something odd about them, guessing what it must be, for the relationship between the faerie traveller and their father had not been secret from the community bordering the city.
She cast them out, with a little food and little else, and bade them go to the woods, find their real mother to take them, for she could help them no longer, and though they tried to return to the house, not understanding she wanted them to leave, she would not achnowledge that she even knew the twins from that point on. Eventually they wandered into the woods, Alys with one hand clamped tightly to her brothers' and the other clasping the necklace that had hung around her neck as long as she could remember, they wandered the woods calling out for their mother until they could walk no further. Noone answered their calls, for wild faerie women are not inclined to do anything for any besides themselves, and they curled up together and fell asleep. When they woke, the shambling village of 5th district was in sight, just between the trees, and they stumbled back, to the house they were born in, still there, dirty and abandoned. They made it their home, and were given help by people that lived around them, save the old woman who still refused to know them. Whether the people helped them out of kindness or the children created compassion in their minds they did not even know, for innate magic can work on it's own in matters of survival.
But either way, they lived on, and grew old enough to fend for themselves. They remained in their fathers house, for new dwellings were built often, and where they couldn't citizens would move frequently into the many houses left abandoned when their residents were taken.
When they were fourteen years old, Alys woke in the night apon hearing a cry from her brother, and found that he had vanished. People whispered outside the house, the frightened, hushed voices one often heard in the wake of a dissapearance. She curled into the corner in despair, unable to face the idea of living completely alone, for her brother was the only true friend she had, though they had counted many of the citizens their friends. She no longer felt she could trust, for someone must have betrayed them, and trust was hard to have in such a city as theirs. For two days she stayed inside, unmoving, withdrawn into the recesses of her own mind, until a familiar, warm voice pulled her from her sorrow, and she looked up to see Samael standing before her, chiding her for her tears, saying she should know he would never leave.
Thereafter began the strangeness, the way people's eyes would slide past her brother, the way people stopped speaking to him. They attributed it to fear, for many in the 5th district knew of his dissapearance, and the rare return of of a person was often treated fearfully, as noone that had been taken could ever be fully cleared of the misgivings around them.
Alys trusted few, still wondering who had brought such a terrible thing apon them, but her brother said it may not have been any one person, for the Orderlies sometimes took people at random, for reasons unknown. He refused to speak of what had happened to him in the Courts of Order, for that was surely where he had been taken, though he would say nothing about it but that he was back now, and that was all that mattered.
But the incident stirred in them both a wild desire to live freely, Alys more so than her counterpart. Though she talks to few, she has decided that she must come out of her reclusive mindstate, for surely there must be others who no longer wish to live this way.