[b]Name:[/b] Lillian Morette
[b]Age:[/b] 34
[b]Sex:[/b] Female
[b]Appearance:[/b] [hider=Appearance][IMG]http://i.imgur.com/hRzI0hO.jpg[/IMG][/hider]
Standing at 5'4" with a fairly average build, and being neither incredibly attractive nor unattractive, Lillian is the pinnacle of average. If it wasn't for her clothing and assortment of weapons she wouldn't usually garner a second look.

[b]History Types:[/b]
[b]Frontierswoman:[/b] Lillian was raised in the frontiers of western America. Her father a hunter that specialized in big game like bears or cougars.. As such she learned to track, hunt, and kill some of the most deadly creatures in America.
[b]Coward's Flight:[/b] There was a time that settling down and maybe even raising a family looked like a possibility for Lillian. She had met a colleague a wonderful man she got along with, and they had just started building a life together. However, they had chosen a dangerous lifestyle, and sometimes the danger follows you home. He sacrificed himself so she could escape, they might have both survived if she had fought.

Biography: Lillian was raised as an only child in a small cabin in the Rockies. There weren't other kids to socialize with or really any other people aside from the times she went into town with her parents.As such she dedicated almost all of her time to learning her father's trade, much to his disdain, her parents tried many times to stop her, but she always managed to sneak out and follow him. Eventually her parents gave up trying to stop her, her father began willingly taking her on hunting trips with her. He taught her what tracks belonged to which animals, to watch for things like bent grass or broken sticks on the ground, and eventually how to shoot a gun. It wasn't long before she had actually become useful to him during his trips, the extra set of eyes always helped, and she learned how to be quiet and unnoticeable quickly.

Eventually she got her own gun, and even a few kills under her belt, and as such decided to go out hunting on her own. Unfortunately bears and mountain lions weren't the most dangerous things in the woods that day. She didn't get home until that evening,dragging back the small deer carcass that had been the sum of her accomplishments that day. Unfortunately when she did it was too late, the cabin was a bloodbath, viscera coated the walls, and what was left of her mother and father was not even distinguishable. It took her hours before she finally composed herself to investigate what had happened. Whatever had killed them wasn't a creature she had ever seen or heard of, there wasn't even enough left to bury.. There was however a trail of blood leading away from the cabin, so after setting a couple empty gravemarkers, and packing the necessities she might need, she set off to follow the trail. It was another couple hours before she found it, it was dead, succumbed to it's wounds most likely, but that wasn't the important part, what was important was that it wasn't definable as any creature she had ever seen before. It was larger than any man, with fur as black as tar, and claws as sharp as eagle talons.It was too big to relocate, but not all of it. She chopped off one of the beasts paws and set off to discover what it was, and begin her new life on her own.

It took years before she found someone with answers about the paw, but as they would have her believe, it belonged to a werewolf, or something similar.The man who told her was a hunter, much like her own father only it turned out he hunted the kinds of things that go bump in the night, the kind of things that killed her parents. Wanting to exact some sort of vengeance, she pleaded with him to teach her until he eventually gave in. There were times it was similar to hunting bear or other animals, and times it was nothing like it at all, but overall she excelled at picking up on it. She knew what weapon to use in certain situations, what herbs could repel certain monsters, just about everything there was to know in such a trade. As such, after awhile she set out on her own. Ready to kill every single abomination she set her eyes upon.

[b]Career Path:[/b] Hunter
[b]Specializations:[/b]
- Companion: Lillian has a crow that accompanies her named simply "Black" it was formerly her partner's, and now assists her in any way it can.
- Silver Lining: Crossbow

[b]Inventory:[/b]
[hider=Weapons]
[b]Bowie Knife[/b] (It's a knife and it can do combat.)
[b]Crossbow[/b] ([url=http://cremuss.net/3d/wip/Huntress_wip1_closeup_crossbow.jpg]Custom Built for maximum intimidation.[/url])
[b]Smith & Wesson Triple Lock[/b] (She doesn't care if it has half as many shots, she isn't going to put her life in the hands of a "machine pistol".)[/hider]

[hider=Armour]
[b]Civilian Clothing
Light Armor[/b][/hider]

[Hider=Utility]
[b]First Aid Kit
[s]Radio[/s]
Mapping Tools
Dog-Tags
Pocketwatch
Gas Lamp
Torches
Flint Spark Lighter[/b][/hider]

[hider=Misc]
[b]Holy Rosary[/b](Holy Lucky Charm)
[b]Waterskin[/b]
[b]10 Small sheets of paper for Black[/b]
[b]Pen[/b]
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[b]Signature:[/b] Awesome, this is my chance to write something witty... ... ... ... Pass... ... cunfuzzler.