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Lillea

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Selmaina

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Age: 19

Hair Color: Red, short

Eye Color: Dark blue (usually)

Height: 5' 2

Weight: 100lbs

Body Structure: Lean, muscled

Distinguishing Features: Scars up and down her arms, several on her legs, ribs, back and shoulders

Usual Attire: Military fatigues (pants), combat boots, dog tags (broken), black tank top.

Quick Description: A military deserter. Well-trained in several areas of combat, sharp tongue, even sharper temper.

So begins...

Lillea's Story

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Lillea looked down at the puppet, her eyes softening, "Did YOU make this? It's rather good..." she murmured, picking it up and turning it over in her hands, admiring the craftsmanship.

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Lillea raised an eyebrow, "That's a rather violent thought for one so young. Who put such ideas in your head?" she was disturbed that one so young could be interested such dark thoughts. In her opinion, children shouldn't worry themselves with the evils of this world they lived in. She knew all too well what it could do to a person.

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Lillea 's eyes narrowed, the boy was not working of his own accord, as she suspected. IF he had been trained for this long...she must be cunning, "Would you get in trouble for telling a friend?" she extended a hand, keeping her face warm and friendly

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Lillea took his hand with a smile and shook it, "My name is Lillea, what's yours?" she leaned forward on bare, sinewy arms, regarding him with interest. The boy was wary, but she could sense that he was willing to accept conversation, perhaps even open up to her.

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Lillea chuckled at the little puppet, "I wish I had such abilities, but I was never taught the secrets of puppetlore. I'm surprised that you were able to learn it so young." she watched the puppet with interest, smiling in spite of herself.

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Lillea "It's alright, I won't push you if you can't remember. However, from what I've heard, puppetlore is an interesting subject. Did you learn it from someone else, or were you...born with this ability."

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Character Portrait: Lillea Lillea says,
 *?

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Lillea slipped into the bar pulling the cap low over her flame-colored locks. She had already made a scan of the room when she stood at the window, wondering whether or not she should enter. Against her better judgement, she had, and now she wasn't so sure that it had been the right decision. Her sharp sapphire eyes had already caught a military official, and she was already uneasy. With a sigh she made her way to an obscure corner, hoping to remain out of sight.

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Lillea flinched at the sound of Zi Yong Rui's voice, the sound sending unpleasant chills up her spine. She wasn't sure if he would remember her, it had been a short visit, but if he did, her time here promised to be unpleasant. With another jerk on her cap, she sank down in her seat, trying to blend with the shadows.

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Lillea sighed, her fingers drumming insistently upon the table. It seemed as though she would be safe as long as his attentions were turned elsewhere, however it was still a nerve-wracking experience. She remembered all too well what had happened last time she'd had a run-in with Zi. Her hand slipped into one of the many pockets of her military-issue pants and pulled out a single cigarette. Although she found it a nasty habit, she couldn't deny that the smoke calmed her, and she didn't smoke often, so it couldn't be TOO damaging. Throwing a quick glance around the room to assure herself that no one was watching, she blew on the end of the small cylinder, watching as it erupted into a bright orange glow. With a small smile she slipped it into her mouth, inhaling the calming fumes.

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Lillea blew the wispy rings of smoke from her lips, watching them disappear into the hazy air. It seemed quiet here, although it Zi looked like he was having a rather heated military meeting. A rare chuckle came from her mouth as she remembered attending such meetings. She found them rather useless, especially when things NEVER went as planned, but let them have their fun.

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Lillea stiffened at the mention of the anti-mana weapons. Although little of her power was based on mana, her most essential abilities relied on it. This could be the undoing of many races, not excluding her own. She leaned forward on her bare, sinewy arms as she listened intently to what was now, a VERY important conversation

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Lillea could not help but snort at Zi, she knew his cultures way of thinking, and in her opinion, it was barbaric. "A soldier isn't any good dead," she murmured to no one in particular. She herself had been expected to follow this way of thinking, told that she was to fall upon her own weapon due to a militaristic failure.

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Character Portrait: Lillea Lillea says,
 *culture's

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Lillea hissed under her breath as she saw Seventh approach Zi, "No...no no no...Seventh...." she murmured, her eyes narrowing as she watched the subservient AI wait for instruction. The pain she'd been through...everything was wasted if she had refused to resist on her own. One hand drummed on the table as she watched the girl, wondering if she would have to step in again, and hoping she wouldn't.

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Lillea entered the bar in a dark mood, her attractive face cold with irritation. Nothing attracted her attention as she made her way to an obscure corner and lost herself in thought. It had been years since she'd seen anyone from her days in the military, and frankly it had shaken her to come in such close contact with one. She wouldn't show this of course, but her anxiety was visible as she drummed her fingertips on the tabletop, trying to remain unnoticed.

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Lillea deciding that it would be better to distract herself, rather than make it so obvious that she was upset and reached into her pocket for a small, leather bound book. Hands shaking, she opened it and let herself sink into the printed words with a sigh. If anyone was stupid enough to bother her, they were in for a nasty surprise.

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Lillea flinched at the sound of speech, who was the fool interrupting her reading? She looked up, one eyebrow raised to feign confusion and hide her mounting anger, "What?"

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Lillea grunted and returned her eyes to the book, "It was going alright, until you decided to come here and disturb me." She shifted away from him, causing her shadow to move from his reach, the pressure on it had made her uneasy.

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Lillea was unfazed, "Oh? Well then, aren't YOU intelligent." her fingers drummed irritably on the table, although she felt only the slightest bit of uneasiness at his quiet threat.