Lhiannon

Lhiannon is a tall and powerfully built woman; covered in strange scars and occult signifiers. Not uncommon for those who call themselves Cypher, yet hers are primal and ancient, belonging to no tongue spoken upon Amilyn.   Her garb is brutal and practical; refined by an existence defined by one's ability to kill and vanish into the fog. Frequently she can be seen adorned in woad; following the traditions and practices of her homeland. Curiously, no matter how thick or fresh the paint, the wound on her throat is never hidden; showing through all attempts to obscure its existence.

Born to the turmoil of the Thenian conflict; Lhiannon is a child of the fog. Raised by one of the more brutal Clanns operating in the region; she learnt firsthand the arts of murder as she battled without rest or mercy against the forces of Naggaryn and the Uluk Empire.   No stranger to the occult arts, her battle against the Lostlight earned her the respect of not just the Clann, but also the Red Fangs. A mercenary organisation turned guerilla veterans, they had cut their teeth in service to the wealthy lords of the North, and returned now to ply such skills and wealth for the freedom of their accursed land. Witnessing her victory, they offered her a place within their ranks, and so Lhiannon bound herself not just to a cadre of murderers, but a renegade kinship.   It was here, barely twenty summers of age, that Lhiannon entered bargain with the fell patron of her new family. Known only as Unkind; they were the first murder and from this act of atrocity came the true strength of The Red Fangs.   What then followed was years of bloodshed, carnage, and the darkest of crimes. There has never been a war like the one that has burned within Thenia for nigh on centuries; no cruelty that can match the mist-blackened waters of this tortured land. Lhiannon was a creature of the smoke and ash, and the years did nothing to brighten their nature. It was a surprise then, as the Strifescar tore itself into existence, that she would be one of the first to go. Naggaryn was reeling from their intercine conflicts, the Uluk Empire withdrawn in preparation, and the Crowlands receeding for the first time since first they had arrived. Now was the time to strike and seize freedom from those that sought to control them, and yet with nary a word, Lhiannon left for the mountains.   Her Clann accursed her, her friends spat her name, and yet not once did she question her deciscion. She would join The Anarch War, fight against the forces of lunacy and, when finally peace was achieved, accept station within the grand bastion of The Lastwall. She would not speak of her reasons, nor react at all; merely remind those who fought beside her that there is a darker madness than the The Jester's Prince.