Class: Martial Artist Monk
Age: 24
Race: Half Oni (Tiefling)
Profession: Youkai Hunter / Mercenary
Languages: Common, Abyssal
Description: Short cropped red hair with white hairclips, orange eyes, pale red tinged skin. Deep red colouring around eyes, sharp horns on forehead. Long winding tail. Wears a heavy black longcoat with spikes over a corset and leather pants with strong plated boots. Generally wears a cruel grin on her face. Goes by either "Lily" or "Kef".

The result of a willing coupling between oni and human, from birth Lily was never destined for a life of community or acceptance. Her mothers were outcasts from society, and moved from place to place to keep themselves and their daughter safe, warm, and fed. Her early childhood was one of chaos and upheaval, though not devoid of the love of both of her mothers.

Unfortunately, their life on the run came to an end, when one night they were beset upon by a group of mercenaries, on a hunt to track down and kill youkai in the area. Though not the target of their search, the hunters slew her oni mother as a matter of course, and the other when she fought to protect her. The leader of the band of mercs found and took pity on the child, who's Oni features were quite subdued at the young age, and took her in as his own.

From then on, she was to be trained as a hunter under his tutelage, taught to use the supernatural power in her blood as a weapon used to kill those of her own kind. To track and to slay all manner of fey, magical beast, and anything not mundane to human senses, and to profit from the task. She was not treated with much respect, seen mostly still as an oddity by the other hunters, Lily learned that getting along with others was not something she could have, and that the only one that she could depend on was herself.

She trained in her own styles- the styles that she remember of her mothers- neglecting her training with bow and sword in favour of fist and foot with a bitter conviction, spurred on by the hateful encouragement as a weapon, and the loving membrance of her family in equal parts, the contrast warping her perspective ever inward. Eventually, she parted ways with the group of hunters- violently- and began to forge her own path, making her way as every bit the fearsome hunter they had trained her to be. But finally, with her life, and her actions, in her own hands, for her own self. And for no one else.