Lilium LaChance

[Lily]

Name: Lilium LaChance
Nicknames: Lily, Lucky, Dreamer - most of the time people actually have to tap her on the shoulder or prod her to get her attention
Race: Werewolf - bitten
Occupation: Pack member
Gender: Female
Skin Color: Caucasian; pale
Age: 101; looks around 16
Clothing: Some would say that Lily's choice of clothing is somewhat eccentric, what with her dangly plastic jewellery, zany colours and strange combinations. Lily isn't exactly a fashionista; she wears what she likes and is most comfortable wearing and is most definitely not a slave to fashion, especially since it's not as if the pack are going to judge her because she is or isn't wearing a particular item of clothing. Her not so up-to-date wardrobe includes tweed jackets, cardigans, t-shirts, cropped trousers and a few dresses. She's a big fan of knitted clothing - with cardigans being her biggest love and scarves coming a close second - and also owns quite a few pairs of striped socks of different shades and colours.
Height: 5'
Weight: 112lb
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None - she used to have her ears pierced but she forgot about them and the holes closed up.
Jewellery: Much like her taste in clothing, her choice of jewellery is... bizarre. She often browses the internet for some new additions to her jewellery collection. Among her favourite pieces is a ring made of gold wire and a small plastic apple and also a couple of steel chain necklaces with various strange objects attached.

Body Modifications: Scars on her arm and leg from when she was turned.

Lily's wolf form

Wolf Form
Build: Very similar to an ordinary wolf, except her limbs appear slightly more elongated and slimmer, and her tail is considerably longer. Having said that, she's still pretty feeble looking, and wouldn't fare very well in a one-on-one fight with an ordinary dog, let alone another werewolf.
Height: 2' 8"
Weight: 190lb
Hair: Very thick, and dark brown across her entire body, though there are some darker patches here and there. The markings on her face makes her look like she's wearing a mask.
Eyes: Amber
Defining Marks: She has a long tail, presumably for balance,

Pack
Pack: Cole
Position: Member
Territory: Cole's side of town

Hair
Length: Down to her lower back
Style: No style, per se. It's brushed once in a while, and sometimes Lily adds some braids (though not many because her arms get tired)
Color: Blond

Facial Hair
Length: N/A
Style: N/A

Eyes
Color: Blue
Oddities: Flash their lupine colour when she feels angry, or when teasing or taunting

Personality: Before the accident that rendered her unable to dance she had been a bright, vivacious young girl who loved nothing more than to dance around on stage in her red ballet shoes given to her by her parents. When her ability to dance died it seems like a part of her died with it, turning her into somewhat of a shell of her former self, becoming spaced out, with a permanently dreamy look on her face. For months after the accident she had problems with her memory and balance, often forgetting why she went into a room and then walking into the doorframe and asking "who put that there?"

Since joining the pack she's changed for the better; she's still very dozy and forgetful and far removed from the graceful dancer she once was, but she has, at least, gained back just a little of the sparkle that she once had. It's especially evident during her piano lessons with Rowena, one of the very few times that she seems like the 'old Lily'; with clarity and vibrancy in her eyes. Of course, once the lesson's over she goes back to being daydreamy, but she likes the feeling that she gets when her fingers dance across the keys so she makes a point of being dedicated in her piano-learning venture.

Even with her dreamy, slightly dopy nature, she's still a little girl, and sometimes her behaviour and mannerisms reflect that; she'll giggle at the silliest things that other pack members do or say, or cracking a cute little-girl grin after realising she'd dozed off again. It's not often that Lily manages to grasp the seriousness of a serious situation on her own and often needs to have things explained to her before she realises that things may be bad. After that though, she has the sense not to disturb people if they're involved in sorting it out.

Lily holds the pack very dearly and has slight issues about being separated from them one day like she was with her parents, so she may seem slightly clingy and more emotionally dependant on the people she feels closest to; Steven and Rowena are two such people, and she views both as surrogate parents. Whilst she knows she can talk comfortably with most of the pack, they are the two people she can turn to with anything. Unless, of course, she forgets why she went to see them in the first place which is quite a common occurrence. She might be prepared to lay her life down for pack members, though it's not something she's really thought about, but is most likely to do so by accident and not realised it had happened.

Weaknesses: Like all of her kind she has a fatal allergy to silver, physical contact with which can lead to nausea, sickness or in the most extreme cases, death. She's also incredibly feeble, physically speaking; if someone sneezed around her you'd be scared you'd send her flying, so she's most definitely not made for combat. She does knows this, and she knows well enough to stay well out of the way to avoid being a nuisance. Because of her age she is unable to control her wolf during the full moon. Her leg still causes her grief from where it healed awkwardly, so Lily still walks with a slight limp which becomes more pronounced the more she exerts herself. It aches more often than not but she's learned to deal with it.

Abilities: She has all the abilities that come with being a werewolf: heightened senses; increased strength, speed and agility; healing; and so on.

Over the years Lily has, because of her love for knitted things, learned how to knit her own clothing; scarves, gloves, cardigans and the like. She's actually pretty good with the old knitting needles, and when she's not being her usual dozy self she can make some beautiful items of clothing. She's slowly got to the point where she can almost knit without really paying attention, though she still stabs herself in the hand at least twice per knitting session.

Because of the lessons she's had she's become a pretty good pianist, and is actually able to make herself concentrate enough so that she can get through the lesson without going off with the fairies.

Weapons: She doesn't carry any, partly because she doesn't need to but also because she'd have no idea what to do with it if the time came to use it.

Prized Possessions: Her red ballet shoes from her parents; she can't use them anymore but she keeps them around to remember her family by. They are kept in a box under her bed.

Home(s): The Hyperion

History: Lily's parents had never really gotten along, so it was a pretty big surprise to everyone who knew them when they began dating, even more so when they all realised it was actually going to last. Victor Lachance had left his home country of France at a very young age to pursue his own path in life, rejecting the efforts of his parents to steer him down the path of the upperclassmen filled with soirees and mundane parties to share hilarious stories about how they managed to increase their wealth at the expense of some more unfortunate people. So he travelled to England where he managed to get a job at a ballet theatre as a stagehand, where he met the lead dancer, a woman called Judith Moore. He wouldn't deny that she could dance; when she was on the stage her performance captivated the audience and crew alike, rendering them unable to look away until she allowed them to by ending her performance. Unfortunately, he thought she was a stuck up, egotistical cow who needed to be taken down a peg or ten.

Likewise, Judy thought that Victor was a rude, arrogant, self-righteous man who should treat her with the respect that she deserves. It wasn't without reason that she felt that way; she had had to claw her way up the ladder to get where she was, making, she believed, more sacrifices than the average person to follow her dream and become one of the greatest dancers of all time. She felt that she had earned her success through all the hardships she has faced, and believes that people should also see it that way.

Over the weeks that they worked together they fought like cat and dog, bitching at every chance they got. The other people they worked with eventually stopped treating them both with kid gloves and turned the whole thing into a joke; "oh look, those two are fighting. AGAIN." It became part of their company. When the two suddenly announced that they were together you could have knocked any of the other stagehands or dancers over with a feather... not that it stopped their fights, mind. The two seemed to mellow each other out, cancelling their brash natures out, almost.

After a few years the two got married, and when Judy found out she was pregnant she stopped dancing and decided to become part of the training team instead which meant there wasn't such a huge strain on her body. On the night that Lily was born Judy had been at the theatre, watching the show from backstage, under the assumption that she still had a few weeks left to wait, but halfway through the performance Lily apparently decided she wanted out, and after a relatively easy labour where every spare hand backstage flailed around waiting to help, a healthy baby girl was born.

Inevitably, Lily grew up around dance, especially so after her mother returned to her main passion of performing on stage with the company once more. Her parents were her heroes, and as much as she grew up knowing how important her father's job was for the performers on stage what she wanted more than anything was to follow in her mother's footsteps and become a beautiful dancer; when she was little she would go with her parents to the theatre, and ever since she could walk she tried to mimic what she saw her mother do on stage.

When she was old enough her parents put her into lessons so that she at least had the right start even if she decided later on in life that dancing wasn't really for her, but Lily's passion for dancing never waned. Even before she ever performed at the theatre people could see that she had inherited her mother's gift for expression through dance, often drawing a crowd during class or when she was practising. So for ten years she worked hard to learn enough to one day be able to walk onstage as a performer. During that time her mother retired from professional dancing and joined Victor working backstage as well as taking a more pivotal role in Lily's dance lessons

On her fourteenth birthday Lily got the biggest gift that she could ever hope to receive, a chance to audition for a main part in the company. Her parents bought her the most beautiful set of ballet shoes to wear; shoes of bright red, with a soft ribbon of the same colour.

So she went to the audition, nervous but excited, hoping that she'd be able to make her parents proud. When her name was finally called she walked into the room, seeing familiar faces but knowing she can't count on connections to get her the part, and nor should she. She poured her heart and soul into her performance, dancing as if this was the last time she would ever do so again. It was a couple of days later that she was told she had got the part. She was the youngest dancer in the theatre's history to ever have such a major part and she most certainly didn't disappoint. For the next year and a half Lily enjoyed much the same critical acclaim that her mother had done when she was a dancer, becoming very well known for her ruby red shoes, which she always made a point of wearing when on stage.

Exactly a years since her first night something happened that would turn her life upside down; whilst she was on stage part of the set broke off and fell on her. Her injuries were such that it was a very long road to recovery, on top of which she was told that because of the way her leg had been damaged - her kneecap had been broken quite severely - she would probably never be able to dance again.

At the tender age of fifteen her career was over. Dance had been everything to her; her passion, her future, her life.

A part of her died that day, and Lily was never the same again. She went from being a bright, happy girl with passion and life in her eyes to a quiet, demure girl who would shuffle about the place like a ghost, a hazy look in her eyes as if she was remembering some happy memory of old. It was almost as if part of her soul had died, the part that had made her such a vibrant girl. She wasn't sad, and didn't mope around, but even when she smiled, it was almost like she wasn't all there, or was constantly 'off with the fairies'. Her parents grew more and more concerned but no matter what they did the old Lily never came back.

A few months after Lily had been given the all clear by her doctors Victor decided to take her on a trip to LA to try and cheer her up, and Lily decided to take her red shoes along with her to remind her of her mother if she got homesick. During the rush among the streets of the large city the two got separated and Lily found herself alone on the streets of a city she only knew the name of, wandering aimlessly and half wondering if she should find someone to ask for help whilst half not really caring, happy to just amble along. She spent the next few nights sleeping rough in little alleyways, tucked into the corner and out of sight of anyone that passes by. The gravity of her current predicament seemed to break the daze that she was under, and the fear of being alone in such a place slowly began to take hold. She didn't know what to do, where to go... So she kept walking, hoping her dad would find her.

One night she wandered into an alley when from behind her she heard a low growling. Upon turning to face whatever was behind her she saw a large wolf with gleaming amber eyes, staring at her with such rabid hunger that fear instantly rooted Lily to the spot. She may have turned into a dozy, daydreaming ghost of her former self but she knew when to be scared; this was one such moment.

It snapped at her, managing to catch her arm and cause several deep wounds. Lily turned and ran as fast as she could, coming to a stop when she realised that she'd ran down a alley that led to a dead end. Hearing the heavy breathing she span to face the creature, the pain in her arm growing with each second that passed. Apparently its reach was longer than she realised because it swiped at her quicker than she could react, leaving her already bad leg with new, fresh gashes. It caused her to back up, sliding down the wall behind her when her back hit it.

She hugged her knees to her chest and shut her eyes tightly, whimpering as she waited for whatever was going to come; pain, more blood, being chewed on and probable death.

Instead, there was a loud yelp. She tentatively took a sneaky peek, opening one eye and looking through the spaces between her fingers to see... well, actually, she couldn't see, because someone had knelt in front of her and covered her eyes. The unknown man told her to keep her eyes closed and head down so she did, closing her eyes tight again, resting her forehead on her knees and covering her ears with her hands to try and focus on something other than the thing that her mind keeps focusing on.

After a while she felt a hand on her shoulder and the same voice from earlier told her it was safe to look. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into the first kind face she'd seen since getting separated from her father. Her eyes were drawn to a figure lying motionless on the ground behind him and then to the dark pool that the body was laying in. Possibly noting the shift of her eyes, the man moved to block her view, introducing himself as Steven Manning. He allowed her to cling to his arm as he led her out of the alley, making a point of putting himself between her and the bloody scene in an effort to shield her from the sight, for which she was grateful; she didn't particularly want to see any more than she already had done.

At the time she hadn't really noticed anyone else because all she could really concentrate on was the pain but she would later be told that there were other wolves around them, just staying out of sight so that Lily didn't freak out. The pack took her in and tended to her wounds, and for the next week various pack members helped her to try and find her father, though in the end they couldn't find a trace of him. During that time Steven explained to her that things were different for her now, how things worked differently now that she had become a werewolf. She seemed to take it all in her stride; of course she was sad at losing her father and her mother, but given what she had become it was probably for the best.

So she stayed with the pack, grateful at the offer to let her stay, finding comfort in their company and knowing that she was protected and safe. She became especially fond of Steven, subconsciously clinging to the one person who came to her rescue when she really and desperately needed it.

Over the decades Lily has often had moments wondering what became of her parents, whether they continued life without her or even had another child. Those moments come by less and less each week, lessening with the slow realisation that thinking about what-ifs wouldn't really help matters. Perhaps she was even beginning to forget her own family and her old life. She couldn't remember the feeling of dancing, she couldn't remember the thrill of a successful performance, she couldn't even remember what her parents looked like anymore. It was sad, but at least she now had a new family and for the moment, she was the happiest she had been since before her accident.