New Lilin

Born in Kalsgard, daughter of a second generation Minkai and a native Ulfen Aasimar, Lilin grew up a lively child, spending time with her father learning the swordplay, traditions, history, and religion of Minkai, and time with her mother learning how to weave Celestial songs into magic, both beneficial and harmful. It came as nothing but a surprise when at twelve she was sent on a caravan south to the small Varisian town of Sandpoint, to live with her father's uncle, with just a pack, a package, and a symbol of Shizuru, with a picture of her parents inside. From twelve to fifteen were miserable years for the developing girl, time in which she compensated for the frustration she felt by lashing out at those around her, from her great-uncle, to the townsfolk, to the other young children, whom she bullied regularly. The few people she formed any sort of relationship with where the Mvashtis, a respect formed from many lectures and healings handed out after fights gone a bit too far.

	A pair of weeks marked the direction of her life, diverting it from the potential ruin to which it was heading. It began after a fight with her great-uncle drove her to sneak out of the house, heading towards the outskirts of Sandpoint with no plan in mind. The sheriff's whistle, an unfamiliar sound in the quiet little town, drew her back, only to find him cut down in the street, the first victim of Chopper, the murderer who would soon plague Sandpoint. With no skills to maintain the estate left to her she arranged for it to be sold off through Mayor Deverin, renting out a room at the Black Deer to keep a roof over her head for a time. It was while searching through her late relative's possessions that she found the package that she had taken from Kalsgard to Sandpoint three years ago. Within she found her father's silver katana, a family heirloom, and a note from her parents expressing their love for her and the hope that she would one day understand the reasons they had for sending her south.

	She turned a new page, volunteering herself under Sheriff Hemlock the same day, and turning her rented room to a permanent arrangement. When the house sold she donated the money to Chopper's victims, and later to the victims of the church fire. In the five years since she's established herself as a fixture in town, a hardworking deputy, and a helpful hand to the Mvashtis. Still, the younger folk in town remember her as the unfriendly and cruel girl she was in her teens, and neither side has taken steps to bridge this gap.