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Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

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Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Lillian stood awkwardly in the doorway of the drawing room, a tight grip upon the notebook she still had out. While she normally cared little whether or not she was ignored -in fact she often preferred to be as it made it easier to work- under the circumstances she was finding herself rather annoyed at being so overtly avoided. Ignored or not it was clear Mrs. D'Alende hadn't forgotten Lilian was still around as many often do, and it was fairly obvious based on her current line of dialogue that she was not going to say anything that may be of use so long as Lilian remained. The most logical conclusion would be to excuse herself and walk away to wander the grounds and dig up information. However she found herself uncomfortable with the thought of leaving Adam alone with someone whose mannerisms suggested they are not to be totally trusted.

Isabeau, though surprised it was the letter that brought Adam to her home, was still very happy to see him. In fact she seemed to care very little for the letter even though it is very apparent she was extremely distressed at the time she wrote it. Lillian found it difficult to believe someone could recover so quickly from what was such an emotional event, even getting to the point of waving away the whole incident without a care. Most people never recover from losing a spouse, and yet Mrs.D'Alende seemed to be moving on with relative ease based on how she was treating her male quest. Not that Lillian was so sure Isabeau's intentions were strictly companion based. Some might call the the look she was giving Adam an attempt at gaining his affections, Lilian however would attribute the look more to the excitement of a scientist, rather than of a lustful woman.

Of course whether Mrs.D'Alende's intentions were spurred by lust or science was not Lillians main concern, nor what made her linger in the doorway like a wayward soul. Not long after she and Adam had made their way deeper into the manor she began to feel rather usual. The best way to describe this feeling was calmness, a sort of 'at ease' feeling with everything that was happening. To some this may seem a good thing, or at the very least nothing of great concern, but to her it set off alarms. When one experiments with chemicals and unknown substances one learns to take notice of unprovoked changes in emotional and physical status. Whats more, is it began to feel as if her ability was trying to activate on its own. At least this is the best way she could describe the feeling to herself. There is a very distinct set of feelings that accompany leaving ones body. The feeling just before leaving, the feeling of leaving, the feeling of having just left, the feeling of being out of ones body, the feeling of returning, and the feeling of becoming aware you are in your rightful place again. Since they arrived at the drawing room she felt as though she was constantly on the cusp of leaving her body. As if someone or something had taken hold of her mind and was trying to gently coax it out but wasn't, either by choice or inadequacy, able to summon the strength to do so.

Neither Adam nor Lillian had been offered anything to drink or eat so poison was unlikely, unless it was some form of contact based poison that coated everything Lillian had been touching. Though that seemed extreme to the point of ridiculousness and required a level of paranoia and speculative forethought that Lillian doubted any human was capable of. The possibility of an odorless gas filling the halls crossed Lillian's mind but that seemed just as implausible. The only reasonable explanation Lillian could come to was that Isabeau was using her ability and that it somehow effected others abilities. If that was the case -and it was the most likely option at that point- then Adam was most likely experiencing the same thing as Lillian and would have his guard up.

Still unsure about leaving, but confident that Adam could handle himself, Lillian turned on a heel and walked away, saying nothing to either of the persons she left behind. While Adam kept the attention of Mrs.D'Alende, Lilian could focus her own attention on the house and the staff. There was more going on here than the supposed return of a dead husband and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
As she moved farther away from the drawing room the feeling of being about to leave her body quickly went away. It was clear at that point that the strangeness she had experienced was localized to the lady of the house which only served to confirm her opinion that Isabeau is not to be trusted. Lifting her notebook Lillian made a quick note before making her way back to the foyer.

Mrs. D'Alende is not to be trusted
Reasoning - Unusual hostility towards my presence. Clear interest in Adam (Romantic?/ Scientific?). Possess unknown ability that she was clearly attempting to use on me (Adam as well?).
Implications – My well being and possibly Adam's as well may be on the line. She clearly has a need of or use for Adam.
Importance – Critical
Actions – Do not leave Adam and her alone for long. Do not accept food or drink. Do not use ability unless necessary. Keep an eye out for Ren.
Personal Thoughts – Speak with Adam after this is done regarding his ban of researching members. Lack of information here is making things difficult.

Once back at the foyer Lillian flipped to a blank page and drew a quick layout of the area before making her way down the left most hall. Hall by hall, room by room (at least those that were unlocked) Lillian began to map out the home. This was a common practice for her as it was the quickest way to finds secret rooms as well as get a feel for how the residents lived. Normally she would need to start on the outside and work her way in to make the most accurate map, but under the circumstances she was able to make do with what she could see through windows combined with her initial viewing of the house upon arriving.

At a brisk pace, combined with the numerous locked doors, Lillian was able to make a reasonably accurate map of the inside of the home in short time. Reviewing her map she found that there were many areas that were incomplete and needed to be filled in. She was able to fill in a few areas using the known architecture and logic, however all in all the map proved quite useless for its intended purpose. Even searching the few rooms that were unlocked proved fruitless as most were either bathrooms, quest bed rooms, or linen closets. All of which were as horribly decorated as the drawing room. All she was able to gain from her endeavor was that the trend of disrepair she noticed in the foyer continued throughout the house. The halls were tidy, the beds, made, the washrooms void of unpleasant smells and stains; anything one might consider an immediately noticeable issue had been taken care of. But the smaller tasks such as removing dust, oiling hinges, or polishing tarnished metal surfaces had been completely neglected. It was as if the entire serving staff had decided to do the bare minimum and the lady of the house was content with such a change.

With that in mind Lillian flipped to a new page in her book and made a note at the top of the page indicating the following pages were notes on the staff of the D'Alende manor. It was clear the staff had become rather lax in their care of the estate and perhaps finding out why might answer some questions.

Book and pen in hand Lillian went off in search of a member of the staff who was alone and may be able to answer some questions.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

I sense people are talking about the C96! Just my luck, people always talk about things that interest me when I'm not around.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Adam eyed Lily thinking things over. He was half annoyed at the delay, but only halfway. He knew he could send her on her way with relative ease but mayhap she could be useful right now. He wasn't sure how exactly, not at the moment, but his mind was swiftly calculating what adjustments would have to be made to weave her into this pattern he was working. He sat in silence a couple minutes, his strange eyes staring at her as the thought.

"Both actually" he said when he finally spoke, his mind made up to bring her into the situation. "I am paying a call on a long time member who sent me a rather puzzling letter implying that her quite dead husband was very much alive."

He had the letter with him and handed it to Lily to review as he continued.

"It is quite impossible of course. However I think there is more to it and I find myself suspicious. I would be glad of the company if you wish to come; you may see something I miss. However I also wish you to be sure this is something you actually want to do."

He paused before continuing.

"It is only a feeling, I have no confirmed data, but I suspect something less than savory. The loss of her husband affected Lady Isabau deeply and I fear her isolation since has done her no favors either. When I visited her last she was uncomfortably forward with her attentions; I felt it very much inappropriate as her husband was very recently deceased. Indeed I might have termed her manner to be somewhat obsessive and manic. Therefore I would caution you to be alert and ready for anything. And I do mean anything. The lady is a skilled doctor, her talent lies in healing but I fear she might have put it to a darker use of late. It is my sincere hope that my suspicions are groundless."

He didn't add that the only pattern that made sense to him was if she was tied into something rather unpleasant. If it wasn't her then there was someone, or something, behind her manipulating her. The living dead husband would be the key to this whole thing if he could get her to open up about it.

Lilian accepted the letter and read it as Adam spoke. When he finished talking she sat a moment in contemplation, allowing the information to soak into her mind and mix with other facts to see if anything connected. With the exception to familiarity with the name D'allende nothing else about the little information she was given stuck out to her.

"Well. I can tell you you are quite mistaken about one thing. The dead returning is not completely out of the realm of possibility. Unless of course you were referring specifically to the late Mr.D'allende. In which case I would..." she cut herself off, a frown growing on her face as her mind sunk into thought. Despite the visceral death of the doctors late husband Lilian could think of at least one way a person could be brought back after such a... definitive end. "...still not agree..." Lilian returned the letter to Adam.

"I would very much like to assist you with this." She said as she reached into a pouch and pulled out a book with numerous book marks poking out of it from all sides. She picked a mark and opened the book to that page "I spent some time looking into Miss D'allende a while ago, before I joined the society. Her work was rather fascinating. But as you made it clear I am to not research members of the society without their consent I have no recent information her. So I'm afraid I have little to offer you in regards to confirming your suspicions. And any previously gathered information on her I am sure you're aware of. You probably know more than I in fact." she closed the book after making a note and returned it to a pouch.

"I will keep my guard up around the lady... I can say that my past experience with doctors is that after a certain point they tend to begin to push boundaries they shouldn't for knowledge. At least the ones who spend their time searching for new methods rather than the sort that practice it." She took out another book from the same pouch, it also having numerous book marks jutting out of it. She opens it to a place at the back "I am not saying that that is what happened here with Miss D'allende. Only that if she took her husbands death as poorly as you suggest, then it is not too much of a leap to presume that was the push that moved her past her own line of morality. Just a thought." She began making notes in her book.

"Yes" Adam said softly. "I would certainly see that as plausible. More than but I'd prefer concrete proof."

The carriage rolled along in silence for a bit as Adam lost himself in thought. He was prone to do this when working through a problem and most who spent any time around him had grown accustomed to it. Finally he roused himself again and spoke up.

"There are other strange happenings around the city that I believe are tied to one another, along with the Lady we are visiting. I'm not sure if she is the source or merely a point of interest. But either way we should look for anything that might be out of pattern. Including among her staff. The easiest place to hide in a wealthy household is in the staff. I believe we should consider making ourselves quite obnoxious to the staff to see what shakes loose."

He pulled a plain wax envelope from a pocket and pulled out a needle. He rolled it in his fingers before handing it to Lily.

"Here, take this and affix it to your sleeve somewhere near the wrist. All those involved in investigations wear such and if looked at while using your Talent you see they look quite unique. In case we get separated this will let others know you are safe to discuss the cases with."

Outside he heard the creak of rusted iron gates and knew they were turning onto the De'allende estate. Now he would have answers to some of the questions that plagued him in the dead of night.

Lilian accepted the needled and slipped it into place on one of her sleeves without looking up from her book. She jotted down a few more notes in the recently created 'De'allende: The Mad Scientist?" chapter in her "People of Interest" notebook. She kept notes on just about everything so of course she had immediately started making some for this case. The creaking gate caught her attention and she looked up and out the window to see what it was. She then made more notes in her book.

Creaky Gate - Hypothesis of cause: Rust.
Implication- Lack of care of grounds could mean lax standards on part of owner of gate.
Importance- If it was only recently that standards became lax this would lend credence to the idea that Mrs. De'allende has changed to some degree.
Importance- Minimal.
Actions - If able, inquire to servants regarding care of grounds. Personal thoughts: The creaking is annoying. Someone should fix that gate.

With that Lilian closed her book but kept it out, holding it close to her side. "You mentioned strange goings on in the city? What do you classify as strange? As frankly I have filled several books with the odd goings on of the city. I have a whole book dedicated to Crazy Clyde alone; interestingly enough his name isn't Clyde, it's Malcolm Holmes. He moved to the city ten years ago from-" Lilian continued speaking about the strange man who wanders the streets of Prague. Not that she remembered but she had already told Adam about Clyde twice before, however in those cases, like this one, she was not really even paying attention to herself as she spoke. She often did this to keep people from talking to her while she was trying to focus on something; she found it easier to talk about a random subject than to try and focus on her thoughts while also listening to someone else. Currently her mind was preoccupied with taking in the grounds. From her memory she could tell the grounds had changed quiet a bit since she was forced to cease her investigation of it and its occupants. But as that was several years ago the changes could easily be explained by time, so she threw the information out. "-and so people started calling him Crazy Clyde. Fascinating example of sociology and psychology no?" She did not expect an answer to the question.

Adam had only been partially listening, in much the way Lily was using the chatter to think so too was he. When they pulled up to the house Lily quit her monologue and Adam nodded briefly. His eyes were cold when he looked at her, not because of the company but because it was duty that compelled him to make this visit and he really didn't want to. He knew he had to push the outward look of that aside and he did, with an effort of will.

"It seems we are out of time at this moment" he said when the carriage rolled to a halt. "I shall have to update you on the other factors at a later time, perhaps it is for the best. For now...let us see what we learn here. I am anxious to hear your opinions formed with no prior knowledge of other oddities; and then see how they change when new information is brought to light."

He climbed gracefully from the carriage, and turned to assist Lily, thinking as he did so how to introduce her. Investigative scientist he decided was the best title to give her, and she looked the part. That would do. He turned back and nodded to his driver, Ren. The man knew what to do. He would be taken to the staff kitchens to await his master's departure as was the custom. While there Ren would casually learn what he could from the staff. Adam wished he had thought to ask Lily to do the same, she could easily claim the need to visit a retiring room or privy and from there she could investigate further. But as the French would say cest la vie, they had plenty to keep them occupied just interviewing the Lady.

He handed his card to the butler at the door, a man he had known quite awhile but formality dictated proper introductions.

"Adam Ware and companion to see the Lady" he said. For the butler's benefit Adam kept Lily's role secretive; the butler would wonder and speculate on the relationship between Lily and Adam. He in turn would pass on his speculations to his mistress. Her reaction when she greeted them would tell much.

The butler showed both of them inside and closed the door behind them. With a bow he quickly disappeared around a corner and into the depths of the house. While they had a moment alone Lilian took the time to examine the inside of the house, walking away from Adam to do so. The inside of the house was what one might call extravagant; the carpets were of a complex pattern and clearly used golden thread in some spots. The paintings on the wall were numerous and the unnerving realism suggest only the finest artists where called upon to make them. The molding fitted to the floors and ceiling were complex and would have taken a long time to make. The furniture and the items that sat atop them were all finely crafted and the styles came from all around the world. One might call the home extravagant, Lilian however, did not. To a noble walking through the house, more concerned with impressing the host, would not notice the feint signs of disrepair. The carpeting should have been taken outside and beaten free of dust months ago and the furniture's surfaces and objects upon them were coated with dust. She would need to see the rest of the house to be sure but at the moment her suspicions before regarding the gate were quickly being proven true.

Lilian's inspection of a small stain on a painting was interrupted by the butler returning with his mistress behind him. Lilian quickly stepped off the chair she was using to get closer to the painting and stood next to Adam. The butler gave the pair an introduction to the lady, as if he hadn't already told her who they were when he fetched her, and was quickly dismissed by Mrs. D'Allende. As it had been sometime since Lillian had seen the Mrs.D'Allende she immediately began taking in every detail so she could update her profile of the lady. Overall the women looked tired and as if she had not left her home in a long time. Her skin looked pale an sickly; the makeup used to conceal the bags under her eyes looked as though it needed to be redone; Her hair appeared as if only the most minimal of effort had been put into tidying it up; And most noticeable -even by someone less observant- was that the dress she was wearing was a month out of fashion. All of these facts Lillian quickly made note of in her book before returning her attention to the lady.

There was a brief, if uncomfortably long moment before anything happened. Isabeau smiled at Adam in a way that Lilian could only describe as fondness, which confirmed Adam's earlier remarks of how the Lady Isabeau was treating him as of late. Though for all Lillian knew that could simply be the way the lady smiled at everyone. A theory quickly proven untrue as she turned her attention to Lilian. It was only for the briefest of moments, but a scowl spread across her face before being quickly replaced with a, slightly less welcoming, smile. Lillian was not the best at picking up on others emotions and what their subtle inflections might mean. However there were some instances, provided the emotion in question was strong enough, that Lillian was able to conclude what a person's emotional state was. In this specific instance it was very clear, even if the truth only showed itself for but a brief moment, that Mrs. D'Allende was very unhappy to see Lillian in her home. Lillian lifted the book she still held and flipped it open to the newly formed chapter, quickly jotting down a note.

Mrs. D'Alende is clearly unhappy to see me in her home – Hypothesis of Cause: ?
Implications- ?
Importance - High
Actions – Be careful while here.
Personal Thoughts - See actions.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Lilian walked, tiredly, through the market. The various instruments in her pouches gently knocking into each other with each step she took. The feint dinging of metal could be heard as she weaved her way through the busy afternoon crowds. She was beginning to become rather frustrated with how difficult she was finding it to get through this part of the city. She rather desperately wanted to get home, or rather, her home away from home at the society. From her current position it was considerably closer than her own home and she was much too exhausted to walk farther than she needed to.

She had spent much of the previous day and all of last night on her feet. Her mother had, once again, gotten herself into a spot of trouble. A rumor had started to spread among the upper class that the recently dead Major Dvorak did not die of old age but at the hand of Mrs. McClellen. It was far from unusual for rumors to pop up now and again concerning her family, more specifically her mother. After all, its hard not to raise suspicions when you end up in the wills of so many individuals. But such rumors rarely caused issue of any notable sort and disappeared as quickly as they surfaced. This time however, it seemed as though the rumors were not going away and it was having a – as her mother put it- damaging effect on the McClellen reputation.

At her parent's behest she was to find a way bring these rumors to their immediate end. She despised being taken away from her work but there was little she would not do for her family. And while she did not understand the importance of a persons reputation she would not stand for her mother being accused of murder. And so she spent a long time scouring the city to find out why the rumor was having such a drastic effect on her families reputation. Her search led her to several lords and ladies, all of whom where related to the late Major Dvorak and who were rather displeased a substantial amount of their inheritance had to be shared with Mrs.McClellen. From what she could gather, their aim was to discredit her enough that no one would ever trust her near their dying loved ones.

After a considerable amount of effort to simply uncover the truth of the matter she decided to take care of this issue in the simplistic manner possible. In the end she reasoned out the simplest solution was to blackmail the lot of them. A rather trivial action to take as during her investigation into each of them she managed to uncover quite the myriad of nasty secrets. The majority of the past five hours consisted of informing each of them anonymously of what would happen should they continue to spread nasty lies. She even used the information to get one of them -one with the least influence- arrested for some of his dirty secrets, just to really drive home that she was not sending empty threats.

Confident the matter was well taken care of she decided she had earned a proper rest before resuming her studies. As she did not like using a carriage if she could avoid it she had spent the entire time on her feet. And while her heeled boots were rather comfortable, at this point it was like walking barefoot over stones.

Quickly turning down an alley Lilian made her way to much larger street that, while still held many people, was large enough that everyone was spread out and she could move with more ease. Tired as she was she still made a point to observe everyone and everything going on. There was far too much to take in and she had already wasted enough time on her families affairs as it was. As she walked she made mental notes about things she saw, categorizing them as either interesting, relevant, or society matters. As she spent the most time in the city out of everyone it was usually her who was responsible for debunking or reporting the many frauds that continued to crop up in the city. On this day however, one thing she noted as being rather interesting, was a familiar gentleman driving a carriage. While she cared little for the goings on of the upper class she had made it a point to memorize the faces of the members of the society and she was very much sure that it was Adam Ware's personal attendant, Ren. Closer inspection revealed that he was driving Adam's personal carriage, which meant Adam was out and about.

Lilian smiled wide. If Adam was out then there was a good chance something interesting was happening. He rarely disappointed her when it came to delegating tasks as it always led to her learning something new or truly putting her skills to the test. Of course if Adam was merely taking care of some trivial matter she could at the very least get off her aching feet and catch a ride to the societies manor. She would miss out on what the day had to offer her brain but she would willing accept that loss if it meant a rest. Of course, she first had to catch up with the carriage.

Based on it's direction and how much congestion was in the streets at the moment she new Ren would take the most open path, which would lead him under a walking bridge not far away. Moving fast, and ignoring the pain in her feet, she cut through the crowds and several ally ways to emerge but a few steps from the bridge. She briskly walked over to a bench on top of the bridge and sat down, doing her best to position herself in a way that would suggest she was entranced by the view the bridge offered. She then willed her mind to leave her body and in an instant she was standing, unseen, in front of her not lifeless body.

Grabbing a hold of the bridges railing Lilian heaved herself over to landed soundlessly on the path below. As she suspected Ren had taken the path she deduced he would and was now headed straight for her. Taking off at top speed, her projected feet feeling no pain, she headed straight toward the carriage. As they passed each other she grabbed hold of one of the railings meant to assist in getting out of the vehicle and used it to pull herself on to the roof. She then claimed across and sat next to Ren and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. As per usual the man did no react to her touch and continued focusing on the task at hand. Moving closer she whispered into his ear “Stop under the bridge ahead.” which was met with a curt nod. Lilian then willed herself back to her body and in a blink she found herself back on the bench just in time to see Adam's carriage disappear beneath the bridge.

Using a nearby set of stone steps Lilian made her way to the lower level to meet with the carriage. Ren had in fact stopped the carriage and was patiently waiting for her. She gave him a large smile and a wave “Thanks!” which was met with very elegant bow of the head that she assumed was meant to show respect.

Not bothering to knock she entered the carriage and sat down on a seat across from Adam who, as per usual, did not seem at all surprised to see her. She had grown used to him knowing when she was about to turn up and so rarely announced her presence to him anymore.

“Good afternoon Mr.Ware.” The carriage jumped to life as Ren continued on his way. “Fancy meeting you in the city like this.” She smiled. Over the past few years she and Adam had developed somewhat of a friendship. At least that is what she considered it to be, whether or not the feeling was mutual was a thought that never occurred to her. She liked Adam, he fascinated her to no end, and was always willing to listen to her ramble on about any subject she wished. As far as she was concerned that was all she needed to consider someone a friend.

“So...” she said taking on a more serious tone “Is there a matter that could use my assistance with? Or have I interrupted you on a personal errand?”

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Birth Name: Lilian Catherine McClellen

Other Names: Lily, “Professor Lil” is preferred.

Gender: Female
Age: 31

Rank/Titles/Social Class: Professor of “Human Advancement” as she puts it. She has no official documents showing her right to be called a professor, however her family's wealth has allowed her to get away with calling herself such. Her family is among the wealthiest in Europe thanks to her fathers shrewd business tactics and her mothers amazing ability to end up in the wills of old and dying nobles. Her peculiar nature makes her unliked, but the desire's of others to entrench themselves in a position of good standing with her family means she is tolerated and often included in many social and political events.

Appearance:

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Physical:
Her face is round slightly stretched. While she did not inherit her mothers good looks, there are many who would be willing to call her attractive, if not for her eyes and the heavy bags under them. Though she is only in her early thirties her eyes appear old and tired, and her irises -which should have been a powerful blue- are so gray that at a distance she appears to have no colour in her eyes at all. Her hair is bright orange -an inheritance from her Irish routes. Her hair is shorter than most woman's of the time and held up in a loose bun at the back of her head with a white lacy ribbon. A few strands never seem to make it into the bun and so she always has a few stray strands to frame her face. Her skin is much darker than someone of her standing would normally have do to much time spent outdoors. Her body is lean and slightly muscular from carrying much weight around her all day and her breasts are slightly smaller than average.

Dress:
She wears what ever is popular at the current time as her mother always buys new clothes and has the old ones thrown out. If she has any say in the matter her dresses are always white to “collect stain samples.” It is because of this fact her mother always buys her black dresses so you will rarely see her in anything else. Lilian also prefers her clothes to be lacy -one of the few aesthetic features of herself she takes an interest in- though she tends to rip off lace that impedes her, so her dresses sometimes appear slightly tattered if her mother hasn't had them repaired yet. She also never includes the petticoats that come with the dresses despite her mothers insistence.

Accessories:
She wears no jewelry of any kind beyond a pair of gold frame spectacles that clip to the tip of her nose and four pocket watches she wares like necklaces. Around her waist is a think leather belt with several ornate buckles. Attached to the belt is numerous leather straps, two of which are used to create suspenders to support weight. The rest of the straps as well as the belt itself, hold a variety of pouches. All told, she has twenty-five pouches of various sizes on her person at all times that hold a variety of scientific instruments and devices. The plethora of objects she carries with her often bang into each other, giving off a feint metallic clanging where ever she walks, a fact many people are grateful of as it singles her approach and gives them time to hide. All of the straps and pouches have been dyed black, a contribution from her mother to make the odd accessories blend in with Lilian's attire.

If not for her dresses clearly being expensive and her face being very well known, her sometimes disheveled look and tan skin would give her the appearance of a commoner.

Personality:

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Inquisitive and excited is what she would call herself. Queer and Moronic is what others call her behind her back. While she readily gets along with just about anyone, others find it hard to get along with her as even if you get past her appearance one can never escape hearing about her experiments. While someone who is more socially competent would pick topics that are easy to understand and relate to concepts that the easily offended upper-class could stomach, Lily frequently talks about material that could only be understood by a her and seems to not grasp that talking about collecting the gas emitted by a decaying squab is not something one talks about at a dinner party. To Lilian the world is a fascinating place and the advancement of technology and human kind is extremely exciting to her and something she wishes to be part of. It's Rare to see her in a bad mood, though its hard to tell when she is as her “Thinking” face makes her appear quite cross and she wears it often.

Psychic Talent: Astral Projection: Lilian is able to leave her body behind and become pure thought. She is completely invisible, however those who are sensitive to the psychic potentials of others could easily point her out, though they wouldn't know what they were pointing at. While there is no apparent limit to how long she can project her mind for, she does have a limit to how far her mind can get from her body. Currently she is able to project herself up to four-hundred feet from her body. She is always quiet famished after doing this for any length of time and has learned to bring a snack with her. She is able to interact physically with the world around her however anything heavier than an average size book is too much for her. If she's within fifty-feet she can manage something twice that weight, though getting so close often gets her in trouble.

She often uses this ability to get into places she isn't allowed to satiate her curiosity. She frequently uses her ability to read the books in the library of the local university, as well as the private collections of many prominent doctors, professors, and scientists that live in the city.

Skills:
Chemistry. Engineering. Research. Investigation. Mathematician. Alchemy

Desiring to contribute to science and the evolution of humanity Lilian focused her attention on a set of skills she felt would bring her closest to this goal. She knew she couldn't just be able to manipulate information, she would have to find it an apply it as well.

Weapons/Fighting: Lilian is very skilled with a weapon of her own design she calls “The Pin Gun.” So named because instead of a firing a bullet, her gun fires close to 50 sewing needles with a single shot that spread out slightly. She uses this gun to kill specimens to examine without destroying the body. Something a normal gun is prone to do. The gun itself uses air pressure to fire the needless rather than black powder and is only good for a single shot. Because of this she always has four ready to fire pistols in one of her pouches. It used to be just three, but she once had to contend with a very angry deer that needed more than three shots. Though she could theoretically be rather accurate with any pistol, the fact that she is used to a gun that does not use black powder means a normal gun would fly out of her hand when fired and her shot will miss.

History:

My Hider

Lilian was born in Ireland and grew up on a farm till she was six. At that point she hadn't discovered her love of science but that didn't stop her from being extremely curious and seek answers to many of life's biggest questions. Or at least the sort of questions someone of her age thinks are life's biggest questions. Why isn't the milk green when the only thing the goats eat is grass? Why is it the moon changes shape but the sun doesn't? Why is fire hot? Why do the berries that grow on the edge of the farm look so tasty but make people throw up a lot? The real burning questions. Not long after she turned six her father came into some money thanks to a relative passing on and having no other family members to leave their wealth too. It wasn't a fortune, but it was enough money for her father to buy up a few surrounding farms and hire people to work on them as well as buy a nice house in the near by town. Not longer after that her mother found herself in the will of the dying mayor and they came into more money. Her father used this to buy all the farms around the town.

By the time Lilian was nine her family had become rich enough that they decided to move to a place more befitting their status, and so they moved to a large mansion in the heart of Dublin. It was at this point that Lilian's ability to project her mind out of her body manifested. She was unclear why it waited so long, however she theorized that if she had such abilities then others would too and moving to such a large city with so many people would mean there would be more people like her than in the small town she came from. If her presumption was true than perhaps begin around more peoples with abilities like her's was the catalyst for the manifestation of her power. The first time her mind left her body she did not return to it for nine days. The local Doctor's were stumped, and on the eighth day were recommending to smother her to put her out of some supposed misery she was in. Fear of death gave her the push she needed to force her way back into her body. This happened a many more times as she aged, always for shorter and short lengths of time. Eventually she mastered the ability to leave and reenter her body as she pleased. The trick, she found, was desire. A strong desire to leave her body and a strong desire to return to it. At this point she was Seventeen, now had four younger brothers, and had moved to a much larger house. When she was eighteen she over heard a professor talking to someone at a dinner party about how electricity was going to change the world and all the amazing things it would bring about. The professor's words enchanted Lilian. She wanted to see that world, she wanted to be part of it, and she wanted to be part of making it happen. From that point on she began to learn, using her ability to get herself into places she was not allowed to go. Either because of her gender or her parents orders. When was was twenty-one she decided she had learned enough from books and wanted to see what she could learn on her own. With this she began to explore the city to see what it had to offer her. It was during this time in her life that her odd appearance began to manifest. The more she found, the more questions she had, which meant she needed the proper equipment to find answers, which in turn lead to her carrying more and more equipment with her. She rarely slept more than a few hours a day, spending most of her time experimenting. When she was twenty-sixth people were used to her oddness, and she was used to taking advantage of her families standing to get away with things a normal person couldn't. The ultimate test of this came about on her twenty-seventh when she declared she was to be addressed as Professor Lily from that point on. No one argued with her and called her as such, with exception to her parents who would always call her Lily. By the time she was thirty-one her brothers had been given factories to run despite their young age, her family was even wealthier and had moved to a large mansion on the northern edge of Prague, and she had become even more lost in her world of discovery.

Her desire to learn and to notice details most would over look lead her to to discover things people would want kept secret. Not far from her own home sat a manor even more impressive than her family's. This grand building was buried deep within the forest, out of sight of anyone who didn't have the mind to look for it. Inquires around town lead to dead ends as most people didn't seem to know the house existed and anyone who wasn't surprised about the manor's existence had no information to offer. Of course they all could have been lying; Lilian was not very adept at picking up on social ques or mannerisms so it was rather easy to lie to her.

Realizing her questioning was leading her nowhere she began to explore the grounds with her projection. She spent a couple days wandering around the outside, taking in the gardens and such. Eventually she moved closer to the building itself and began peeking through windows. She discovered that people did in fact occupy the rooms within , however she was disappointed to see they all looked annoyingly ordinary. She was hoping to find a manor filled with vampires, or werewolves, or a mad scientist at work.

Despite her disappointment her curiosity still burned and she continued her investigation of the building. Sometimes people would enter or leave but they were few and far between and no one she recognized. There was one individual who would frequently exit the manor, however he would merely walk through the gardens for a little while before returning inside. On the fourth day of the second week of her investigation she began to notice the front door was being left open. On the third day of her finding the door ajar she decided to venture in, feeling rather safe to do so in her projected form. She was once again met with disappointment. The rooms were all ordinary, the serving staff were ordinary, and now that she could hear the conversations being held they too were rather ordinary. She continued to return to the house simply to explore every inch of it and be completely sure it held no secrets. With this in mind she began to map the inside and outside of the manor. As she did this she discovered spots where the inside architecture did not match up with that of the outside, meaning there were a few secret rooms that needed to be searched. More interestingly however was that the occupants, or at least some of them, where acknowledging her presence. At first she ignored it as she took it for granted she could not be seen. But as someone who is used to being ignored even when people can see her she became increasingly more aware that subtle smiles and tips of hats were directed at her. One day, the gentleman she was used to seeing explore the grounds, held a door open for her. He didn't talk to her, didn't look at her, didn't even look up from the book he was reading. She had been waiting for someone to open a door so she could exit a room without raising suspicions and after a short time he stood from his chair and opened it, only closing it once she had stepped out. After that Lilian decided to take a risk and returned to the manor the next day in person. As always the door was open and she simply walked into the building. Everything was still the same, it was as if her being visible changed nothing.

The home had rekindled her interest in it a hundred fold.

She finished mapping the house and began to search the secret rooms. Most were the normal sort of thing one might find in the home of someone who is both paranoid and wealthy. There was however, a few of these rooms she could not get into through normal means. No secret switch or hidden lock, no way to reveal these areas in any form -at least none she could find. Her curiosity getting the better of her she sat down in the library and acted as if she had fallen asleep. In reality she had projected her mind out and made her way to the closest of the secret areas she could not find away into. Making use of her projected forms more pliable nature she squeezed through an extremely narrow opening behind a bookcase and was delighted to find not a room but a set of stairs leading down. Moving fast she rushed down the stairs into what she assumed to be the basement. What she found was a vast network of rooms and more people then she had ever seen in the upper sections of the manor. More amazing was that many of them seemed to be performing experiments or doing research. She was ecstatic; there was a whole building of scientists progressing human advancement right beneath her nose. She was so excited she had completely forgotten that some of the residents of this manor had already proven to be somehow aware of her projected form. So much so that when a young lady stopped in front of her and offered her a heartfelt congratulations on finally making her way down, Lilian recoiled in surprise and knocked over a table of equipment. She immediately allowed her mind to return to her body and discovered her body had been moved from the library to a small lounge. She was sitting in a rather comfortable chair in front of a table. On the table sat two glasses with wine and two plates, each with a pear on them. Across from her sat the gentleman she had seen in the garden and who had held the door for her. “Good Afternoon Miss. McClellen. I think you and I should talk.” After a long conversation with the gentleman followed up by a sincere apology to those whose work Lilian ruined when she knocked over the table, she was welcomed into the Society.

Random: Lilian absolutely adores pears. So much so that she usually has at least one for every meal. She'll eat it with a fork and knife, savoring every bit of it. Her mother used this fact to her advantage and had perfume made that smells exactly like pears which she gave to Lilian to wear. It was the only way to get her to wear some kind of perfume. Because of this she smells strongly of pears at all times.

She hates anything that does not have a proper explanation as it means there is nothing for her to learn. Because of this she often gets into debates with religious types, fortune tellers, and other such people she considers to be “fraudulent leeches on society.”

She is deathly afraid of staying put for too long. A disorder caused from her early experiences with her ability to leave her body. At that early stage she could not move far from her body and was often forced to watch doctors stick her with all kinds of needles and listen to them suggest "Putting her to rest" to her parents numerous times. She fears staying in any place for too long will lead to someone trying to kill her.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

@kapuchu

Thanks for the advice!

In regards to her theorizing about the city having lots of psychics that was actually an assumption on her part. She reasoned out that if she had powers that others would as well and in a city there would be a higher chance that there were more like her. It wasn't something she knew for a fact. I'll change CS to make that clearer.

For her vulnerability, I mostly added that in as a way to balance it out. If you don't think it's needed I'll take it out.

I totally forgot about adding in how she's part of the society. If you're still interested in that.

My Hider

Her desire to learn and to notice details most would over look lead her to to discover things people would want kept secret. Not far from her own home sat a mansion. Though her house sat on the edge between a grand forest and the city itself, this home was buried deep within the forest. She made a point to project her mind out and explore the area around the mansion. She eventually discovered that many people would enter and leave the home of all kinds, some of whom she recognized from her families parties. Day by day she moved closer and closer till she was able to explore the inside of the mansion itself. However she was surprised to find that no matter how many people entered the building the manor always seemed fairly empty. She continued to search the grounds and eventually discovered that many of the quests would head into the basement. An area she was having difficulties getting to as it seemed to exceed how far she could travel from her body. Not being the subtle type, Lilian decided to simply enter the mansion in person. She entered without much issue though she noticed she was getting many looks, and the serving staff were sticking rather close. Though she was used to the looks and often ignored them the attention she was getting seemed different than normal. She found she was unable to find a private moment to project her mind out and explore the basement. It was clear her presence was being tolerated as to not raise suspicions, however she was very much not welcome there. She attempted to enter the basement multiple times, but was always turned away by a servant insisting the basement was a mess and not suitable for guests to visit.

Over the next few months she continued to visit to manor, making a point to go no where near the basement. On the fourth month of visiting she found that while she was still not welcome, everyone had become rather used to her presence. Taking advantage of the lack of prying eyes Lilian locked herself in a bathroom and projected her mind out. She quickly made her way to the basement and discoverer a whole other part of the mansion. It was filled with tunnels and rooms, and people. There were many rooms that appeared to be for a person to sleep, but there were even more with scientific equipment where people were at work on all sorts of experiments. She wanted to take it all in and learn about what they were doing, but she quickly found that something she was not used to happening was happening. Some of the people down in the tunnels, were looking at her, or at least where she should have been had she a physical body. And they did not look too thrilled and what ever it was they were seeing. Orders began to be yelled, people were running about closing doors or fleeing all together. It was clear she had somehow been caught so she returned to her body and rushed to leave the manor. A broken window, a chase through the woods, and few dozen needles being removed from several people later Lilian found herself tied to a chair in the basement. She maintains she would have gotten away had she not decided on bringing her extra large microscope that day. After some hasty explanations on her part and demonstrating her ability to project her mind she was welcomed, if someone begrudgingly after all the fuss she had caused, into the society. She quickly proved herself to be an asset to the society as her advanced knowledge on a wide variety of subjects helped them answer many questions that were alluding them and even make them ask questions they had never thought of before, leading to even more discoveries.

Hello Everyone

I feel so awkward making a a thread introducing myself.

HI! I'm ConteAmarula though I prefer just Conte as it's less of a mouthful.

Always loved role playing but rarely get chances to indulge in it. Friend recommended this site for some good RP fun and after looking at it I got very excited to join in.

And... that is all I got. I look forward to having fun and hope I meet some cool people.

Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.

Is it still possible to join in this game? It sounds really interesting.

I already made a character if there is indeed room for 1 more.

My Hider

Birth Name: Lilian Catherine McClellen

Other Names: Lily, “Professor Lil” is preferred.

Gender: Female
Age: 31

Rank/Titles/Social Class: Professor of “Human Advancement” as she puts it. She has no official documents showing her right to be called a professor, however her family's wealth has allowed her to get away with calling herself such. Her family is among the wealthiest in Europe thanks to her fathers shrewd business tactics and her mothers amazing ability to end up in the wills of old and dying nobles. Her peculiar nature makes her unliked, but the desire's of others to entrench themselves in a position of good standing with her family means she is tolerated and often included in many social and political events.

My Hider

Appearance:
Physical:
Her face is round slightly stretched. While she did not inherit her mothers good looks, there are many who would be willing to call her attractive, if not for her eyes and the heavy bags under them. Though she is only in her early thirties her eyes appear old and tired, and her irises -which should have been a powerful blue- are so gray that at a distance she appears to have no colour in her eyes at all. Her hair is bright orange -an inheritance from her Irish routes. Her hair is shorter than most woman's of the time and held up in a loose bun at the back of her head with a white lacy ribbon. A few strands never seem to make it into the bun and so she always has a few stray strands to frame her face. Her skin is much darker than someone of her standing would normally have do to much time spent outdoors. Her body is lean and slightly muscular from carrying much weight around her all day and her breasts are slightly smaller than average.

Dress:
She wears what ever is popular at the current time as her mother always buys new clothes and has the old ones thrown out. If she has any say in the matter her dresses are always white to “collect stain samples.” It is because of this fact her mother always buys her black dresses so you will rarely see her in anything else. Lilian also prefers her clothes to be lacy -one of the few aesthetic features of herself she takes an interest in- though she tends to rip off lace that impedes her, so her dresses sometimes appear slightly tattered if her mother hasn't had them repaired yet. She also never includes the petticoats that come with the dresses despite her mothers insistence.

Accessories:
She wears no jewelry of any kind beyond a pair of gold frame spectacles that clip to the tip of her nose and four pocket watches she wares like necklaces. Around her waist is a think leather belt with several ornate buckles. Attached to the belt is numerous leather straps, two of which are used to create suspenders to support weight. The rest of the straps as well as the belt itself, hold a variety of pouches. All told, she has twenty-five pouches of various sizes on her purpose at all times that hold a variety of scientific instruments and devices. The plethora of objects she carries with her often bang into each other, giving off a feint metallic clanging where ever she walks, a fact many people are grateful of as it singles her approach and gives them time to hide. All of the straps and pouches have been dyed black, a contribution from her mother to make the odd accessories blend in with Lilian's attire.

If not for her dresses clearly being expensive and her face being very well known, her disheveled look and tan skin would give her the appearance of a commoner.

Personality: Inquisitive and excited is what she would call herself. Queer and Moronic is what others call her behind her back. While she readily gets along with just about anyone, others find it hard to get along with her as even if you get past her appearance one can never escape hearing about her experiments. While someone who is more socially competent would pick topics that are easy to understand and relate to concepts that the easily offended upper-class could stomach, Lily frequently talks about material that could only be understood by a her and seems to not grasp that talking about collecting the gas emitted by a decaying squab is not something one talks about at a dinner party. To Lilian the world is a fascinating place and the advancement of technology and human kind is extremely exciting to her and something she wishes to be part of. It's Rare to see her in a bad mood, though its hard to tell when she is as her “Thinking” face makes her appear quite cross and she wears it often.

Psychic Talent: Astral Projection: Lilian is able to leave her body behind and become pure thought. She is completely invisible, however those who are sensitive to the psychic potentials of others could easily point her out, though they wouldn't know what they were pointing at. While there is no apparent limit to how long she can project her mind for, she does have a limit to how far her mind can get from her body. Currently she is able to project herself up to four-hundred feet from her body. She is always quiet famished after doing this for any length of time and has learned to bring a snack with her. She is able to interact physically with the world around her however anything heavier than an average size book is too much for her. If she's within fifty-feet she can manage something twice that weight, though getting so close often gets her in trouble.

She often uses this ability to get into places she isn't allowed to satiate her curiosity. She often claims its for the sake of science, however the bedrooms of cute men rarely holds anything one might consider “scientific.” She frequently uses her ability to read the books in the library of the local university, as well as the private collections of many prominent doctors, professors, and scientists that live in the city.

Skills:
Chemistry. Engineering. Research. Investigation. Mathematician. Alchemy

Desiring to contribute to science and the evolution of humanity Lilian focused her attention on a set of skills she felt would bring her closest to this goal. She knew she couldn't just be able to manipulate information, she would have to find it an apply it as well.

Weapons/Fighting: Lilian is very skilled with a weapon of her own design she calls “The Pin Gun.” So named because instead of a firing a bullet, her gun fires close to 50 sewing needles with a single shot that spread out slightly. She uses this gun to kill specimens to examine without destroying the body. Something a normal gun is prone to do. The gun itself uses air pressure to fire the needless rather than black powder and is only good for a single shot. Because of this she always has four ready to fire pistols in one of her pouches. It used to be just three, but she once had to contend with a very angry deer that needed more than three shots. Though she could theoretically be rather accurate with any pistol, the fact that she is used to a gun that does not use black powder means a normal gun would fly out of her hand when fired and her shot will miss.

My Hider

History: Lilian was born in Ireland and grew up on a farm till she was six. At that point she hadn't discovered her love of science but that didn't stop her from being extremely curious and seek answers to many of life's biggest questions. Or at least the sort of questions someone of her age thinks are life's biggest questions. Why isn't the milk green when the only thing the goats eat is grass? Why is it the moon changes shape but the sun doesn't? Why is fire hot? Why do the berries that grow on the edge of the farm look so tasty but make people throw up a lot? The real burning questions. Not long after she turned six her father came into some money thanks to a relative passing on and having no other family members to leave their wealth too. It wasn't a fortune, but it was enough money for her father to buy up a few surrounding farms and hire people to work on them as well as buy a nice house in the near by town. Not longer after that her mother found herself in the will of the dying mayor and they came into more money. Her father used this to buy all the farms around the town.

By the time Lilian was nine her family had become rich enough that they decided to move to a place more befitting their status, and so they moved to a large mansion on at the northern edge of Prague. It was at this point that Lilian's ability to project her mind out of her body manifested. She was unclear why it waited so long, however she theorized that if she had such abilities then others would too and moving to such a large city with so many people would mean there would be more people like her than in the small town she came from. If her presumption was true than perhaps begin around more peoples with abilities like her's was the catalyst for the manifestation of her power. The first time her mind left her body she did not return to it for nine days. The local Doctor's were stumped, and on the eighth day were recommending to smother her to put her out of some supposed misery she was in. Fear of death gave her the push she needed to force her way back into her body. This happened a many more times as she aged, always for shorter and short lengths of time. Eventually she mastered the ability to leave and reenter her body as she pleased. The trick, she found, was desire. A strong desire to leave her body and a strong desire to return to it. At this point she was fourteen, now had four younger brothers, and had moved to a much larger house. When she was sixteen she over heard a professor talking to someone at a dinner party about how electricity was going to change the world and all the amazing things it would bring about. The professor's words enchanted Lilian. She wanted to see that world, she wanted to be part of it, and she wanted to be part of making it happen. From that point on she began to learn, using her ability to get herself into places she was not allowed to go. Either because of her gender or her parents orders. When was was twenty-one she decided she had learned enough from books and wanted to see what she could learn on her own. With this she began to explore the city to see what it had to offer her. It was during this time in her life that her odd appearance began to manifest. The more she found, the more questions she had, which meant she needed the proper equipment to find answers, which in turn lead to her carrying more and more equipment with her. She rarely slept more than a few hours a day, spending most of her time experimenting. When she was twenty-sixth people were used to her oddness, and she was used to taking advantage of her families standing to get away with things a normal person couldn't. The ultimate test of this came about on her twenty-seventh when she declared she was to be addressed as Professor Lil from that point on. No one argued with her and called her as such, with exception to her parents who would always call her Lily. By the time she was thirty-one her brothers had been given factories to run despite their young age, her family was even wealthier, and she had become even more lost in her world of discovery.

Her desire to learn and to notice details most would over look lead her to to discover things people would want kept secret. Not far from her own home sat a manor even more impressive than her family's. This grand building was buried deep within the forest, out of sight of anyone who didn't have the mind to look for it. Inquires around town lead to dead ends as most people didn't seem to know the house existed and anyone who wasn't surprised about the manor's existence had no information to offer. Of course they all could have been lying; Lilian was not very adept at picking up on social ques or mannerisms so it was rather easy to lie to her.

Realizing her questioning was leading her nowhere she began to explore the grounds with her projection. She spent a couple days wandering around the outside, taking in the gardens and such. Eventually she moved closer to the building itself and began peeking through windows. She discovered that people did in fact occupy the rooms within , however she was disappointed to see they all looked annoyingly ordinary. She was hoping to find a manor filled with vampires, or werewolves, or a mad scientist at work.

Despite her disappointment her curiosity still burned and she continued her investigation of the building. Sometimes people would enter or leave but they were few and far between and no one she recognized. There was one individual who would frequently exit the manor, however he would merely walk through the gardens for a little while before returning inside. On the fourth day of the second week of her investigation she began to notice the front door was being left open. On the third day of her finding the door ajar she decided to venture in, feeling rather safe to do so in her projected form. She was once again met with disappointment. The rooms were all ordinary, the serving staff were ordinary, and now that she could hear the conversations being held they too were rather ordinary. She continued to return to the house simply to explore every inch of it and be completely sure it held no secrets. With this in mind she began to map the inside and outside of the manor. As she did this she discovered spots where the inside architecture did not match up with that of the outside, meaning there were a few secret rooms that needed to be searched. More interestingly however was that the occupants, or at least some of them, where acknowledging her presence. At first she ignored it as she took it for granted she could not be seen. But as someone who is used to being ignored even when people can see her she became increasingly more aware that subtle smiles and tips of hats were directed at her. One day, the gentleman she was used to seeing explore the grounds, held a door open for her. He didn't talk to her, didn't look at her, didn't even look up from the book he was reading. She had been waiting for someone to open a door so she could exit a room without raising suspicions and after a short time he stood from his chair and opened it, only closing it once she had stepped out. After that Lilian decided to take a risk and returned to the manor the next day in person. As always the door was open and she simply walked into the building. Everything was still the same, it was as if her being visible changed nothing.

The home had rekindled her interest in it a hundred fold.

She finished mapping the house and began to search the secret rooms. Most were the normal sort of thing one might find in the home of someone who is both paranoid and wealthy. There was however, a few of these rooms she could not get into through normal means. No secret switch or hidden lock, no way to reveal these areas in any form -at least none she could find. Her curiosity getting the better of her she sat down in the library and acted as if she had fallen asleep. In reality she had projected her mind out and made her way to the closest of the secret areas she could not find away into. Making use of her projected forms more pliable nature she squeezed through an extremely narrow opening behind a bookcase and was delighted to find not a room but a set of stairs leading down. Moving fast she rushed down the stairs into what she assumed to be the basement. What she found was a vast network of rooms and more people then she had ever seen in the upper sections of the manor. More amazing was that many of them seemed to be performing experiments or doing research. She was ecstatic; there was a whole building of scientists progressing human advancement right beneath her nose. She was so excited she had completely forgotten that some of the residents of this manor had already proven to be somehow aware of her projected form. So much so that when a young lady stopped in front of her and offered her a heartfelt congratulations on finally making her way down, Lilian recoiled in surprise and knocked over a table of equipment. She immediately allowed her mind to return to her body and discovered her body had been moved from the library to a small lounge. She was sitting in a rather comfortable chair in front of a table. On the table sat two glasses with wine and two plates, each with a pear on them. Across from her sat the gentleman she had seen in the garden and who had held the door for her. “Good Afternoon Miss. McClellen. I think you and I should talk.” After a long conversation with the gentleman followed up by a sincere apology to those whose work Lilian ruined when she knocked over the table, she was welcomed into the Society.

Random: Lilian absolutely adores pears. So much so that she usually has at least one for every meal. She'll eat it with a fork and knife, savoring every bit of it. Her mother used this fact to her advantage and had perfume made that smells exactly like pears which she gave to Lilian to wear. Because of this she smells strongly of pears at all times.

She hates anything that does not have a proper explanation as it means there is nothing for her to learn. Because of this she often gets into debates with religious types, fortune tellers, and other such people she considers to be “fraudulent leeches on society.”

She is deathly afraid staying put for too long. A disorder caused from her early experiences with her ability to leave her body. At that early stage she could not move far from her body and was often forced to watch doctors stick her with all kinds of needles and listen to them suggest killing her to her parents numerous times. She fears staying one anyone place for too long will lead to someone trying to kill her.