A charming will'o'wisp, she's a bright soul. You'll know she's been around if you see roses on the ground. That's why we like to call her, "Queen of the Roses".

Life Story:

  I was raised in a dingy flat by a gang of thieves. Following their ways, I became a pick-pocket and a con-artist. Not until my 16th year did I learn my true heritage by cornering the gang leader. With my dagger to his throat he coughed up, "You weren't wanted anymore. Your master lost you to me in a game of poker when you were three." My master? Who was he? I did not have any clue.

  Unable to force any more information out of him I bound him up and warned him against following me. That day I ran. And ran. And ran. Toward nightfall I collapsed outside the hut of an old warrior, Charon. After taking me in, he nursed me back to health. For two weeks, I refused to answer any questions, including my name. Who was I anyway? I did not even know.

  Eventually, I broke down sobbing after telling him the entire story of my life. Because I would not give him a name, he started to call me "Lena," which has stuck. My savior also helped me learn the more honorable skills of a blademaster before directing me to his old friend Merlin for further instruction. With Merlin's help I have learned that one Vassago warlock had been experimenting with turning regular creatures into willowisps. Unfortunately he had vanished twenty years earlier.

  It has been years now that I have wandered in search of who I was before the transformation, to no avail. Having already given up hope of ever finding out I have focused my attention on righting wrongs in the world so that no one else would have to suffer the anguish of not knowing who she is. Recently, upon the formation of the Order of Ma'at, I applied and was accepted. Henceforth, I will focus my energy away from my past toward Honor, Justice, and Truth.

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