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    Valley of Lillies

    Hana Suzuki
    Hana Suzuki

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    Age : 18
    Experience : 50

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    In Progress Valley of Lillies

    Post by Hana Suzuki on 14th June 2017, 11:45

    The Valley

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    "When man learns to love, he births hate to protect it."

    The Roots:

    Before Lillias was... well, Lillias, she lived a pleasantly quiet life. She was born the youngest in her family, with two brothers, the eldest being nearly a decade older than her. The second was two years younger, and she doted on him dearly. He was very lovable, and very effeminate for a boy, she remembers, but he had the most adorable laugh.

    Her family descended from a line of criminals, but they had long abandoned the family tradition before Lillias had been born, when her grandfather took over as head of the house and decided to reconstruct the family syndicate and at least try to live more respectfully. It did not happen overnight, however, and it was a long and tedious process of shutting down or converting businesses over the years. Some businesses continued, but by the time Lillias had been born the family had most of its fingers out of the deeper areas of the underworld. Her generation was left blissfully unaware of their background, with the exception of her brother, who had willingly involved himself in the family affairs since his childhood. It is unspoken, but her brother had a near-death experience when the residence was attacked by enemies. His resolve only solidified when Hana had just been born, because not long after there had been a second attack by the same group, and he had nearly lost his sleeping sister to a fiend who had gotten as far as into her nursery. The family still had enemies, and there would always be a need to dirty their hands. Her beother wanted to at least be able to keep his sister safe and out of the other world.

    Her childhood was a blur of laughter, rolling hills and chasing dragonflies and fireflies. And if it was one thing everyone knew about her, it was that she absolutely loved to sing. Like a little lark, Lily radiated with a gentle joy and brightened the day of those around her with just a smile. Her brothers often competed for her attention, and the little one grew to be very competitive with his older brother, often picking fights and challenging him to impress Lillias. She loved them both very dearly.

    The siblings had an uncle - the younger brother of their father, whom Lillias had found to be quite strange at times, but she loved him either way because he was their uncle. An endearing father-figure in her life, despite how coldly he would treat them at times. He hated them - or at least, pretended to, because he did still look out for them. He did oblige (albeit reluctantly) to babysit them when their parents went out, and he played with them when they asked. After a little pleasing from the ever-adorable Lillias and her little brother, whose puppy-dog eyes never failed to work on him. As far as she knew, he was married and childless, but he was very fond of children himself.

    Lillias, in her entire life, had never been unhappy. She had everything she could ever want, and was content.

    And then everything changed.
    The Sparks:

    It came so suddenly, so quickly that she had not been prepared for it. At all.

    There had been growing tension within the family - what for, Lily did not know, but it was enough to affect her. She saw less of her brother, who went away on long "business trips" and returned smelling heavily of blood. Her uncle disappeared, and she was told never to speak his name in front of her father and grandfather, who seemed to grow more weary and tired with each day.

    It was a civil war, she'd been told, a white lie the adults made to protect the children. So she believed it, because that was all she could do at the time. She assumed that her uncle had been involved in it, and her brother as well, and fervently prayed for their safe return, and for the safety of everyone she held dear. She kept her little brother unaware, occupying his days with lots of stories and games, filling him up with so much happiness he could never begin to think that anything was wrong.

    Lillias now believes it was a mistake on her part, because she'd left him unprepared and unwary of possible dangers. Till present, she still blames herself.

    Her brother would write as often as he could to her, but over time the letters dwindled. The last one, however, promised that his work was almost finished, and he'd be coming home soon. There was no mention of their uncle, however, and Lillias feared the worst.

    A week after, on the day of his expected return, Lily had secretly stayed up late eagerly waiting from the balcony of her room, cheeks red from the cold and hands like ice. At the first sight of light outside the gate, she jumped and bolted out her room, sprinting down the hallways with her heart pounding excitedly and childish screams of 'He's back! He's back!'. She could already picture him; the same, kindly eyes, messy, wind-swept hair, and a big, bright smile.

    She stopped dead in her tracks, however, just a few feet away from the person holding the flickering light and the small entourage that had gathered outside to receive him. She saw the backs of her mother, father and grandfather, who did not turn to greet or reprimand her. In front of them stood a young man. But she didn't know him.

    "... Your son... was the finest man I'd ever worked for."

    Her brother was never, ever coming back. She would never see him again.

    For the first time, Lillias tasted suffering. And that was only the beginning.

    Her parents were never the same again. Her mother's eyes weren't as bright, and her father would spend hours looking out the window. The times he did come out, he could barely stand to look at her, and she knew it was because she and her brother most resembled each other. When he was with her, he looked so apologetic, as if he himself had murdered her brother, his son.

    Lillias did not pursue the matter. Not with her father, who was so distraught that he would come to her room in the middle of the night and sleep by her bedside, caressing her hair and gripping her hand firmly like he really brother once did. He neglected her little brother at times, but he was trying, and her little brother understood. It pained him most to look at his only remaining son, because he would remember he used to have two, and the boys behaved so similarly that personality-wise, his youngest son was like a replica of his older son as a child.

    Lillias' thoughts would wonder to her uncle at times. Where had he gone, when his family needed him now more than ever? When her father needed him? The man's health was clearly deteriorating, and there was only so much Lily and her brother could do for their parents.

    So when he finally returned, arriving in the dead of the night at her bedside, Lillias had been so relieved, she hadn't even thought to question, why now? When he hugged her dearly, as if his life depended on it, she didn't question why either. She thought she knew, that he was sobbing into her back and fervently apologizing because he grieved for her brother as well. She didn't question the blood on his hands and clothes, or the commotion going on outside, even though she had begun to worry. Then her father barged in just moments later, furious, covered in blood himself, and lunged towards them, tearing her uncle off her. The pair immediately engaged in a sword fight, and Lillias had she never been so confused and distraught, so much so that she could barely gather her thoughts before explosions rocked the residence, and she was thrown into a wall from the sheer force. There were shouts, and the sound of metal clashing, before more explosions, and someone screaming her name. Then someone was carrying her. Not her father - her uncle? She couldn't see, because darkness was encroaching her vision, but she knew his scent well enough.

    And she knew who killed her brother. "Why...?" Then sometching collided into them, knocking her out of his grasp. She knew him, she thought, before slipping into unconsciousness.

    When she awoke, everything was gone. Someone was holding her - a man- her uncle? No, she thought, when her vision finally focused and the ringing in her ears lessened. Her father. He sat against what once was a pillar, glazed eyes desperately trying to focus on her and lips trying to form words. Her brother. He was telling her to look for her brother, and she remembered that yes, she still had one brother alive. She pulled herself off him, realizing with horror that blood stained the whole of his front and stood, frantically looking around for help. Someone. Anyone.

    "... Dead. All... dead. Your uncle - he killed them. I killed him."

    She knew. Lillias knew. Her uncle killed her too, she wanted to say, but she could no longer speak. She remained deathly quiet, struggling to cope with her emotions. Her father said something else, but she was no longer listening. He was dying, and her with him.


    Ivann would give anything to know just where he went wrong, so wrong that his own children were suffering for it. Had he been a better brother, had he stopped his little brother's foolishness before he turned, stopped his brother from leaving... he might've saved them all.

    He looked lovingly at Lillias, unconscious and so small in his arms, and as he ran his fingers through her hair, he regretted not being able to protect her from all this. Regretted that she and her sibling would face the world alone, that he could not be there to watch them grow. That he could not live to marry her off to the right man.

    He regretted failing her. He'd already failed his wife, when he could not protect their eldest son. And now, he failed his children, because he had been unable to save their mother as well.

    He had so many things to say, so many things he wanted to apologize about, so many things to explain. But so little time. So he decided he would, in due time. The last of his life force, he used on a spell, weaving runes into her memory and binding a fragment of himself to her. It would be years, likely, before that fragment manifested into his consciousness.

    A shadow fell over him, and without even looking up, he already knew who it was. Already knew the familiar set of purple eyes, now laced with anguish and an unspeakable grief on his small shoulders.

    He breathed Yassen's name and heard a choked, shuddering sob. As his gaze met his brother's deep purple ones, his heart wrenched. The little boy he'd sworn to protect, now stood before him, hands covered in the blood of his own. He'd failed Yassen too. He should've tried harder to dissuade their father - Yassen had done so much for the family, he should've been named the successor. Never mind that Yassen and his wife had difficulty bearing children. Yassen was hardworking, and strong. Or perhaps he should've taken more time to speak with Yassen, to tell him that he was in no way inferior. Father loved him just as much - he had named him his successor instead of Yassen because he knew how naive and kind Yassen was on the inside, how easy it would be for others to use him.

    Still, in the end, he had failed to protect Yassen from the men that used him. He failed to protect his family, too.

    "Brother, I..." Ivann nodded and looked at him understandingly. A pained expression flirted across his brother's face. "I... I didn't know. When I realized, I... They used my son against me. He's only a month old. He's all I have left of Lorelei."

    Ivann paused, letting the news about his brother's newborn son and deceased wife sink in. He realized the decisions Yassen had been forced to made, the things Yassen had to go through. He was angry - of course he was, what about his children? His wife? Their father? His dead little boy? - but he understood, nonetheless, as furious as he was. Yassen had gotten the son he wanted, but at the cost of Ivan's own. It was so unfair, so very unfair, and his heart ached at the gaping holes left by the many deaths his own brother had a hand in.

    He had only one question - one he absolutely had to know. "My son. My little boy. How... How did he die? Who was it?"

    The silence that fell over them was unsettling, painfully so.

    "It was by my hands."

    A lone, glistening tear slid down ashen cheeks, landing atop of little Lillias' head. Ivan turned away from his brother, gripping his daughter closer to him and biting down hard on his lip to restrain himself. For once, he felt so alone. The love of his life - gone. He had seen her death himself, watched as she was gunned to death. His father and son, murdered by his own brother.


    Lillias did find her brother - but she left with a baby instead. Her Uncle's child. The flesh of a traitor.

    Her little brother was dying when she got to him, moments after her father himself had passed. She had never, ever felt so powerless in her life. She had lost everyone she ever loved in a single night. The little brother her father had hoped for her to save, was drowning in his own blood, every second of his slow, agonizing death bringing nothing but suffering to both children. She cried, of course, cradling him in her arms and whispering false promises, lies she knew hurt less than the truth. Perhaps that was when she started lying so much, when she realized truths were not necessarily good.

    He had asked for a song, and she knew he was terrified and aware of his fate because he would ask to be sung to whenever there was thunder, or when he couldn't sleep because of night terrors. She complied - how could she not, when her baby brother was dying? And as she sung, it became more apparent that his discomfort was not getting any better. He was still in so much pain, more than he should know of. He deserved to go peacefully, and Lily found it so unfair that she was begging in her mind, to whatever god was listening to just end his suffering, endlessly willing for his pain to cease.

    "Spi mladyenets, moi prekrasný,
    bayushki bayu" (Sleep, my beautiful good boy,
    Bayushki bayu) The little blonde smiles wearily at the familiar tune of his favourite lullaby.

    Stop it.

    "Tikho smotrit myesyats yasný f kolýbyel tvayu," (Quietly, the moon looks into your cradle) She combs her fingers through his mellow, unruly locks, her voice trembling with each note. There's a slight tingling in her hands, but the weight of her baby brother in her arms distracts her from it.

    Stop it.

    "Tý-zh dremli, zakrývshi glazki..." (Slumber, with your little eyes closed) Her grip on him tightens, and her tears fall like little pearls on his face. She wipes them away with stiff fingers, and watches as his eyes glass over. Slowly. Much too slowly.

    Stop it!

    "Bayushki bayu-" The side of his head where her hand is explodes, and his whole body stills in her grasp.

    A shrill, haunting cry reverberates throughout the burning residence, before it is joined by another wail.

    She was covered in blood when she found him. A little babe, with his mother's dark hair and father's unmistakable deep purple eyes. Someone had left him there as a rule joke, she was sure.

    She had every mind to kill him on the spot. Throw him in the fire and watch him die a slow, burning death. She had gone about to doing it too, already holding him above a nice patch of burning wood. Then he smiled at her, and Lillias made the mistake of looking him in the eyes. She heard his laugh; a light, tinkling, baby laugh, so pure and so much like her baby brother's. He was innocent - he had no part in this. Killing him would mean stopping down to his father's level. She would be betraying her blood, and by that her father and his father, and their fathers before them.

    The girl lowered the bundle away from the flames licking the air. She hated him, so very much, because he had lived while her brother did not, and here he was, so vulnerable and at her mercy, yet she could not bring herself to kill him because her blood ran in his veins too.

    Truly, it was ironic. Cruel, even, but perhaps it was her punishment for trusting the wrong person. This baby was a reminder of her failures, her weakness, she resolved.

    Lillias left the residence, and her old self behind; adopting a new identity. Lillias Bardagyé was gone, a mere ghost of the past. The new Lillias - Lillias Noel, was a vicious, selfish little girl. What she wanted, she got, and there would be no one who could deny her otherwise. Whatever it took to survive, she would do it.

    After all, what more could she possibly lose?

    "How tragic to love something that death can so easily touch."

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    Hana Suzuki
    Hana Suzuki

    1 Year Anniversary- Player 
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    Posts : 346
    Guild : Guildless
    Cosmic Coins : 25
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 18
    Experience : 50

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    First Magic: Vector Hack
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    In Progress Re: Valley of Lillies

    Post by Hana Suzuki on 6th July 2017, 08:47

    Lillias Noel

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    "I'd really prefer going by Noel, but if you must, Lillias would do. Never Lily."

    Gender: Female
    Age: 16
    Birthday: December 2nd
    Sexuality: Straight
    Special Characteristics: -


    It should be said that Lillias is cold, strict and very pragmatic. Any and all, if not most relations, must be kept strictly business. She is careful to maintain a distance between herself and others, essentially isolating herself and avoiding as much social interaction as possible by maintaining a busy schedule, and is quick to reject any offers of friendship. While the girl is capable of being polite, she is particularly blunt and straight to the point. Haughty, sharp-tongued and snarky, she's not one to forgive easily, even if she does claim to forgive someone. Lily's inner turmoil manifests itself in her rage, but she does not allow herself to be blinded by it. Instead, she chooses to carry out her revenge in more tactful, less obvious ways, but sure to cause annoyance and occasionally harm to her wrongdoers. The girl has a habit of mocking and teasing others as well - whether they have the intelligence to understand her implications does not concern her however - but that also means she reads a lot into things. It comes as a blessing and a curse. With the bluntness of her words and snarky nature, she could start a riot if given enough time. A natural born warmonger, one could say. Usually, this trait wards off even the most persistent of social butterflies.

    Yet, Lily is also an exceptionally talented liar and actress, and a very tactful speaker, making her an excellent choice for a diplomat or infiltrator. Her silver tongue works wonders - combined with her petite appearance, it's easy for others to overlook her. But she is not to be taken lightly - she's manipulative and deceitful. She will get what she wants at the end of the day, at whatever cost. She's not above killing, after all, although she'd prefer to keep her hands somewhat clean to keep the Council off her back. Ruthless and cunning, she delights in picking at others' minds and the control it gives her over them. And because she cannot allow herself to get close to people, she chooses to play with them instead.

    There are, of course, some acquaintances she works closely with and have her unwaveringly loyalty, or at least more faith than given, but only a select few are lucky enough to earn her faith. Usually, they are long-time partners of hers. Trust is a double-edged word, after all. Due to this trait, Lily is distrustful, naturally making it difficult for people to trust her. It hurts, but she believes it a small price to pay. She relies heavily on her own strengths and accomplishments, therefore making her a poor teammate and very uncooperative with others when it comes to working in groups. In this, one could say she she's arrogant in thinking she can handle everything on her own.

    In terms of leadership, Lillias would in all honesty make a poor, if not fair-ish leader should she actually learn to work in a team. She is capable of delegating and recognizing strengths and weaknesses, but she simply just cannot trust others to watch her back. Similarly, as a follower, she's so just as poorly, although it would be easier to complete her task because she does not need to direct the team or work under a spotlight. It should be considered that half the time she may not follow the specific instructions, but will eventually complete the task. A perfectionist to boot, Lily cannot stand sloppy work. This applies to her in battle as well. She always, always finishes the job, and gets incredibly upset with herself whenever she fails something. Her high expectations of herself combined with her general spiteful anger at everything compel her to keep improving. In battle, she relies more on her wits and cunning to fight and withholds her power cards and abilities as much as possible. She plans somewhat vaguely, but is not a stickler knowing that adaptability could very well keep the flow changing, and possibly more in her favour.

    ✦ Collecting - Lily has an eye for valuable items. While not on the constant lookout for collectors items, Lily knows how to appreciate them. Antique vases, teas, paintings, weapons and cameras, you name it! The older, the better! She loves a good old artifact, and the history it carries with it. Naturally, this also includes the collection of knowledge. Lily is a well-read individual, and loves a good book too. It's easy to please her with a gift of any of these mentioned items, but beware - she is no fool, and is capable of differentiating between the fakes and the true treasures.

    ✦ Singing - To herself, mostly. Lily sings for nobody else (except maybe her little brother, but it's to shut the brat up). She has no desire to be famous, or sing to an audience, hence often it's when she thinks she's alone or is incredibly distressed that she even breathes a single note. Otherwise, barely anyone is aware of the voice she has.

    ✦ Working - Guilty as charged. Lily is an intense workaholic, something she doesn't even realize herself. Any free time she has that isn't spent seeking employment or training, is spent running the household, taking inventory, doing paperwork, reading, heck, even cleaning is a hobby now. Lily cannot stand being idle, and gets fidgety with her knives when there is nothing to be done, hence the cuts on her fingers.

    ✧ Anything Unsanitary - Lillias hates filth with a vengeance. In her residence, or any area within her control, she will not tolerate blood. She will not tolerate mud. She will not even tolerate dust, especially when her little brother is involved. She is especially cautious when it comes to his fragile health, ensuring the surrounding environment is sanitized and spotless, and more than often takes it upon herself to thoroughly clean anything or anywhere that she considers remotely filthy. It's more or less become a hobby.

    ✧ Law - Naturally, for one who works beyond the rules of the Magic Council, the law is incredibly troublesome. She's well-read on them, and "keeps" to the important ones officially, but it is still a hassle when there's someone constantly monitoring you and telling you what not to do. It's annoying, but it's also what's brought down some of her business rivals, so she's somewhat pleased about that. Alas, they're still a pain, and she finds them very limiting for those who do follow it. Lillias Noel does things her own way, thank you very much.

    ✧ Overly Sweet Things - While she does have a sweet tooth, it is easily satisfied and she is never one to resort to eating actual sugar (unless it's brown, in which case sometimes she does). While she does not hate candy, she's not fond of them either and generally rejects any offers of them. Anything else is fine, but if it's too sweet it makes her feel nauseous.

    ✦ Power - Not surprising, considering how obsessed she is over it. Physical power, materialistic power, mental power even - she must have it all. This works in conjunction with her far of being weak. She may be tolerant to pain and suffering, but she does not like it one bit. If money is power to some, money she will get. If it's knowledge, she will force the books to read to her.

    ✦ Me, myself and I - Everything is about her. In her world, at least. She will not hesitate to get what she wants, by any means necessary. She cares only for herself and her little brother, but on the basis that he is the last of her blood and it would be humiliating if she couldn't protect even him. He's a burden on her, in all honesty. Her main priority is surviving, and the ones after... let's just say it involves lots of herself.

    ✦ Reputation - Lillias is a very prideful person, so it's needless to say that she's particular about her reputation. She wants to be feared and respected, not for connections of her background but for who she is. A force of destruction.

    ✧ Weakness - She's stubborn, incredibly so, and for good reason. She lost far too much as a child. It was frightening, to realize how weak and pathetic she was when everyone and everything she had disappeared so quickly, at the hands of someone she trusted. It's a cruel world; only the strong survive, so she will make sure she's strong. For every loss she suffers, it agitates her and she relieves the frustration by blaming herself, then training and pushing her limits, if not to become stronger then to at least prove she's trying to. When her plans backfire, and she is at the end of her wits, she snaps.

    ✧ Intimacy - The very idea of intimacy in general is foreign to her. She's uncomfortable enough as is with familial affection. Displaying it would be unthinkable, because it would allow others a chance to prey on her. She'd never know when someone could turn on her, and it's troublesome having to maintain the relationships. Besides, she's a busy girl.

    ✧ Losing everything - She's worked so hard to build her world from scratch again, from the moment she rose from the ashes of her former home, dying little boy in arms. While she no longer acknowledges her past, it did exist. She lost a brother, and raising her little cousin in his place cannot change that. Even if he calls her sister. She could survive without the new one, surely, but it would be a hassle to rebuild everything. There was always so much to do, and so little time.


    Height: 160 cm
    Weight: 45.3 kg
    Hair: Platinum blonde, long
    Eyes: Iridescent Cobalt Blue/Indigo
    Skin Tone: Alabaster White

    Lillias possesses a pair of soul-piercing, iridescent indigo eyes, speckled with purple and blue shades. Her platinum blonde hair reaches the end of her back, and appears white in certain lighting (or to the colorblind). Her alabaster complexion mean that her eye bags from a prolonged lack of sleep are more pronounced, but its easily dealt with using makeup. Her body is slim and well-toned with slender limbs. She has a fair amount of scars, most having faded and become pale and shiny with constant use of salves and scar-creams, but the fairly deep ones are still visible, mainly one just an inch away from her heart, another on the left of her lower back, and one on the right of her neck, right beneath her jaw. The faded scars and occasional fresh cuts on her fingers are from nicking herself with blades when cleaning or fiddling with them, and while her hands are slightly rougher than one would expect (she does fight, after all), she still maintains great care of her skin and almost always wears gloves, hence they aren't as calloused as they should be.

    Lily enjoys dressing simply - but that does not mean she will settle for cheap clothing. Most of her wardrobe consists of luxury brands, silk, fur and similarly expensive materials. Of course, there are times where she finds decent clothes amongst non-branded stores, but she rarely ever goes shopping herself. Commonly seen wearing her hair down with her favourite silk ribbon, her clothing choices consist mostly of blues, whites and similar cool shades. Bright and intense colors tend to hurt her eyes. Her daily go-to would be a dark purple or blue knee-length dress, a pristine white waist apron and black stockings with a pair of Mary-Jane shoes. Simple and deceivingly innocent. During winter, she wears a similar outfit, but her shoes are replaced with winter boots and she sports a fur-lined coat over everything else, accessorizing with scarves and thin gloves. However, she's never seen without her set of dual knives.


    Guild: Guildless
    Tattoo: Grey, top of left hand
    Rank: D


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