Country of Origin: Great Britain
Date of Birth : 30th of December
Age: 16
Powers: As a teenage feral shifter she is prone to accidental shifting when her emotions and hormones go astray. Sometimes her shifting is nothing more than sprouting feline features on her human body, such as a pair of ears or a fluffy tail. When she's clear headed and focused Lillian can shift into her domestic, yet exotic, cat form at will. Her other feline form is a bit...dangerous. On rare occasions, usually spurred on by severe emotional confrontations, she takes the form of a beautiful but deadly snow leopard. As easy and unintentional as her feline shape shifting can be, Lillian finds it rather difficult to change back into her human body from her feline forms. She considers herself a loose cannon, an exotic freak, and wants nothing more than to be an ordinary girl.
Personality: Overall Lillian has a friendly dispossession, but she has a tendency to be a bit shy. This is because she is both ashamed and embarrassed of her genetic predisposition. She loves reading, basking in the sun, and strongly craves tuna one week out of the month as oppose to chocolate. She hates getting caught in the rain, having her tail stepped on, and the sound of velcro. Lillian is kind, sensitive, sentimental, and takes most things to heart. Like most felines, one has to earn her respect before she'll give it.
Physical Description: Lillian has light blonde hair and an equally fair complexion. Her large doll like eyes virtually lack any pigment, a most uncommon shade of grey, so light that they could be misinterpreted as silver or a very pale blue. She is 5' 3" in height with a petite build and is often seen wearing her black framed glasses that she uses for reading.
Background: She was abandoned on the steps of London's orphanarium, bundled in a rain soaked wicker basket, left with nothing but a wilted lilly flower pinned to her baby blanket. The Matron of the establishment took pity on her and reared her in the same fashion as the other children. She was given a plain name, a proper name, named after the flower she was found with, the rain she was found in, and the matronly woman who sheltered her. But to everyone's dismay Lillian was anything but plain. At the age of 2, when most toddlers were suckling on their thumbs, Lillian developed a habit of kneading her blanket anytime she drifted off to sleep. This particular habit was overlooked by the staff as nothing more than a child's way of seeking comfort and therefore assumed as something she'd grow out of.
They were wrong.
Lillian's odd behavior only developed with age. Not only had she continued kneading but she was found sleeping in strange positions, and was caught obsessively licking the tops of her hands on several occasions. She was picky about which foods she ate, avoided water at any cost, and loved to roam the orphanage at night. The therapist had been called in by the matron as a desperate attempt to cure Lillian of whatever illness possessed her. A week later he stormed out of the orphanage, his skin marred in bite marks and scratches, ranting raving about the demon child that resided there. A priest was brought in next, one that was highly experienced in performing exorcisms. Upon meeting Lillian he chucked and declined the exorcism, suggesting to the Matron that she purchase cat food instead, or find the mutant child a suitable companion she could relate to. The Matron decided upon the later option and gave Lillian a kitten for her 8th birthday.
Eight years passed and Lillian's cat-like behaviors lessened no thanks to her furry friend, Sir Purrington. She behaved as a normal girl should behave. She payed attention to her tutor, stayed on top of her chores, ate her food without complaint, participated in scheduled activities, and even went to bed when told. Everything was going great for Lillian until she hit puberty at the late age of 16. She broke out in leopard spots instead of pimples and sprouted feline ears on top of her head. A long matching tail appeared shortly after her ears. Lillian was ridiculed daily, nightly. Name calling, ear pulling, tail stomping, all of which she was subjected to by the other children was a common practice in the orphanage. The only friend she had was Sir. Purrington. He was all she needed. But they took their teasing to another level when they stole Sir Purrington from her bedside, shoved him into a pillow case and set it aflame with a lighter and a bit of petrol collected from the maintenance shed located out back. The flames engulfed the pillow case, and Sir Purrington was burned alive.
Horrified and outraged, Lillian transformed into a ravenous snow leopard and took her vengeance upon her tormentors. News of the snow leopard attack spread quickly and Lillian did the only thing she could think of. She ran.
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