The Colour of Night
Status: In a Coma (Inactive)
She was a young woman of indeterminate years, and at first glance she appeared a drab. An unruly mop of long dark-brown hair obscured her face and tumbled to her shoulders; the disheveled mane a veil hiding darkly smoldering eyes smudged with fatigue and a curved, line-thin scar that sliced from right cheekbone to jaw, marring the pale and velvet soft of her cheek.
Not favoring the wanton attention that others sought, Lily was disregarded more often than not as she went about her business, which was as she intended it to be. Garbed in overlarge wench’s rags of drab hue and rough texture as ugly and unsatisfactory as her sad life, Lily hid from trouble behind her masquerade.