Cecilia Fyg
Appearance
Of average height and sporting a slim figure, Lia has long, straight dark brown hair that falls to her shoulders. Since she has been on the road, her hair is perhaps less well-kempt than in her previous life, but she still manages to keep it clean. Her eyebrows are angular and sit low over cold grey-blue eyes, which themselves tend to be suspicious and observant. She has a straight, thin nose perched over plump pink lips that form naturally into a slight pout. Her skin is pale and clear, with only a few blemishes in the form of freckles scattered across her body.
Skills and Abilities
- Ladylike Rogue: Years of tiptoeing around her house trying to learn all the secrets of the family has instilled in Lia the ability to tread lightly, pick some locks and pockets.
- Cardsharp: Another skill learned in the drawing-room with her crooked Aunt Liberta, Lia has learned to count cards perform subtle sleights of hand to tuck and deploy a card in a clutch moment.
- Charm: Due to her upbringing as the child of a minor noble, Lia knows how to behave in varying social situations rubbing elbows with the well-to-do.
- Cardsharp: Another skill learned in the drawing-room with her crooked Aunt Liberta, Lia has learned to count cards perform subtle sleights of hand to tuck and deploy a card in a clutch moment.
- Charm: Due to her upbringing as the child of a minor noble, Lia knows how to behave in varying social situations rubbing elbows with the well-to-do.
Personality
- Determined: Although she may not have the street smarts to see her plans through, what she lacks in practical knowledge she attempts to make up for in stick-to-it-iveness. Some, like her stepfather and brother, might consider this stubborness.
- Naive: Not quite equipped with the know-how to make it outside the world she knows, Lia believes she will learn as she goes -- with some unfortunate results.
- Charming: When the going gets tough, the tough try to talk themselves out of problems. Lia always had the gift of the gab and will usually try to talk her way out of trouble before resorting to violence.
- Naive: Not quite equipped with the know-how to make it outside the world she knows, Lia believes she will learn as she goes -- with some unfortunate results.
- Charming: When the going gets tough, the tough try to talk themselves out of problems. Lia always had the gift of the gab and will usually try to talk her way out of trouble before resorting to violence.
Biography & Lore
Lia was the second child of three and the only daughter of the Fyg family, a clan of minor nobles in the Allir Reach hailing from Aleseburg. She was doted on as a child by her parents, but especially her father who found her precocious nature amusing and indulged her. As a consequence, Lia grew up spoiled, needing but to crick her finger in order to get what she wanted from her parents. This abruptly came to an end when her father was killed in a hunting accident when Lia was ten years old. Her elder brother Charles, only twelve years old at the time, became the new head of the family, but soon found himself under the thumb of their new stepfather when Lia's mother remarried a year later. With her new stepfather in charge due to her Charles' youth, soon Castle Alese felt less like home and more like a prison to Lia.
No longer the golden child, Lia became increasingly suspicious of the influence her stepfather had over her brother and mother. At age ten, Lia's younger brother Callum was dispatched to serve as a squire to a foreign lord under the guise of educating him, although Lia suspected it was to avoid the expense of raising and educating him locally. Lia was put to work, learning from her mother how to run a great house and demonstrating that knowledge by being assigned chores to perform in preparation to be married off when she came of age. Lia begged Charles not to send her away, but the contract had already been settled, and so when she turned twenty-one she was sent to the opposite side of the Allir Reach to marry Lord Adain Preston, who she first met the day of their union.
It was not a happy marriage.
Preston, for whom it was a second marriage, made no effort to get to know his new bride. He was three times her age and unwell, spending most of his time and energy running his estate. He also enjoyed a drink or three, and he was a mean and violent drunk, often taking out his frustration on whoever was in view: his servants, his hounds, or his wife, who he viewed as a means to an end: an heir. Unfortunately, he was never able to satisfy that end, despite regular attempts, and when he died the estate had no immediate heir less than three years following the wedding. Lia wrote to Charles and informed him of her liberation - which, of course, as a grieving widow she framed as a tragedy. In his response, he invited her to return home where she would be looked after. But on the day before their departure from Preston's estate, she overheard the head of the escort group that had been dispatched from Aleseburg to ferry her along discussing their new orders: to take Lia to another foreign destination where yet another stranger would become her husband.
Something in Lia snapped. She couldn't bear to be treated like a carpet bag, shuttled hither and thither and instructed to marry for her stepfather's whims. She would be damned if she would endure marrying another like Preston (who, based on rumors and whispers she had overheard from the townsfolk and servants, she was convinced had killed his first wife in a fit of drunken rage). She hatched a plan, working tirelessly all through the day and into the night to sew as much of her jewelry and other valuables into the linings of a jacket, belt, and boots. She disguised herself in a simple outfit of dark leather breeches, a simple dark shift, and snuck out of the castle in the middle of the night, leaving behind her privileged upbringing and determined to live on her wits rather than be treated like breeding cattle under the control of her conniving stepfather.
In the intervening month, the mysterious disappearance of Lady Cecilia Fyg has been the topic of conversation in the pubs and drawing-rooms of Aleseburg, with some positing that she was kidnapped by bandits, others that she was murdered, still others that she was abducted by the escort group who would be sending a ransom demand any moment. None of them could entertain the idea that Cecilia, wilful and spoiled, was strong or smart enough to hack it on her own. This would have been deeply offensive to Lia, had she known, but she would have been forced to agree that they had a point. In the few short weeks since Lia has been on the run, she has proved to be entirely unsuited to the task of 'roughing it,' and while she is slowly learning basic survival skills like how to start fires and boil water for drinking, she has not yet cracked the code of hunting, fishing, or navigating.
No longer the golden child, Lia became increasingly suspicious of the influence her stepfather had over her brother and mother. At age ten, Lia's younger brother Callum was dispatched to serve as a squire to a foreign lord under the guise of educating him, although Lia suspected it was to avoid the expense of raising and educating him locally. Lia was put to work, learning from her mother how to run a great house and demonstrating that knowledge by being assigned chores to perform in preparation to be married off when she came of age. Lia begged Charles not to send her away, but the contract had already been settled, and so when she turned twenty-one she was sent to the opposite side of the Allir Reach to marry Lord Adain Preston, who she first met the day of their union.
It was not a happy marriage.
Preston, for whom it was a second marriage, made no effort to get to know his new bride. He was three times her age and unwell, spending most of his time and energy running his estate. He also enjoyed a drink or three, and he was a mean and violent drunk, often taking out his frustration on whoever was in view: his servants, his hounds, or his wife, who he viewed as a means to an end: an heir. Unfortunately, he was never able to satisfy that end, despite regular attempts, and when he died the estate had no immediate heir less than three years following the wedding. Lia wrote to Charles and informed him of her liberation - which, of course, as a grieving widow she framed as a tragedy. In his response, he invited her to return home where she would be looked after. But on the day before their departure from Preston's estate, she overheard the head of the escort group that had been dispatched from Aleseburg to ferry her along discussing their new orders: to take Lia to another foreign destination where yet another stranger would become her husband.
Something in Lia snapped. She couldn't bear to be treated like a carpet bag, shuttled hither and thither and instructed to marry for her stepfather's whims. She would be damned if she would endure marrying another like Preston (who, based on rumors and whispers she had overheard from the townsfolk and servants, she was convinced had killed his first wife in a fit of drunken rage). She hatched a plan, working tirelessly all through the day and into the night to sew as much of her jewelry and other valuables into the linings of a jacket, belt, and boots. She disguised herself in a simple outfit of dark leather breeches, a simple dark shift, and snuck out of the castle in the middle of the night, leaving behind her privileged upbringing and determined to live on her wits rather than be treated like breeding cattle under the control of her conniving stepfather.
In the intervening month, the mysterious disappearance of Lady Cecilia Fyg has been the topic of conversation in the pubs and drawing-rooms of Aleseburg, with some positing that she was kidnapped by bandits, others that she was murdered, still others that she was abducted by the escort group who would be sending a ransom demand any moment. None of them could entertain the idea that Cecilia, wilful and spoiled, was strong or smart enough to hack it on her own. This would have been deeply offensive to Lia, had she known, but she would have been forced to agree that they had a point. In the few short weeks since Lia has been on the run, she has proved to be entirely unsuited to the task of 'roughing it,' and while she is slowly learning basic survival skills like how to start fires and boil water for drinking, she has not yet cracked the code of hunting, fishing, or navigating.
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