They call her Vyllynn. SheVyllynn’s story is the twilight of two worlds — a liminal space between the dark safety of the Old Forest and the dark excitement of Voran's a shadowback alleys. Born of a secret union between elf and human, she was never meant to belong to either realm. Rejected by both and forced to forge her own path, she discovered early on that moves between shadows ... andsurvival depended on blending in—and disappearing. In her youth, Vyllynn learned that appearances could be as treacherous as the people who wore them. Abandoned by those who should have nurtured her, she' sought refuge in the art of disguise, adopting countless faces to outwit those who would do her harm. Under the tutelage of a shadowy mentor, she mastered the delicate craft of poisons—a way to silence foes without ever soiling her own hands. Every lesson taught her that the perfect kill wasn’t one made with brute force, but one that left no trace behind. Now known only as Vyllynn, she’s earned the reputation of “The Fixer.” Clients approach her with problems too dangerous or too delicate for hirethe open streets. With a cool precision, she accepts half the fee up front to cover unseen costs—investments in rare toxins, hidden passageways, and the whispers of intelligence—and the other half only once the job is done without a trace. Her contracts are as fluid as her identity: by the time anyone senses what has happened, she has long since vanished into the night. ADespite the myriad faces she wears, one truth remains: only one soul knows the real name behind the legend—her half-elf stalksister Sa’anvi Tembara. More than a family tie, Sa’anvi is sometimes an accomplice in Vyllynn’s dark endeavors, a constant reminder of the bonds that still tether her to a past filled with both pain and possibility. While rumors swirl about her shifting features—tall and willowy to some, waifish to others, with hair and eyes as mutable as the moods of the night—the true magic of Vyllynn lies in her ability to be whatever the moment demands. Each subtle clue—a particular scent, the cut of a shoe, a whispered vocal cue—remains the only testament to her passing presence, a fleeting sign that the shadow has been there. In a world where no one can be trusted, Vyllynn thrives in the gray areas between legality and necessity. She is the problem solver who prefers two-legged preynever commits fully, the phantom who leaves contracts as enigmas and puzzles for those left behind. In every whispered deal, every contract sealed in darkness, she spends her time and makes her money being a ... .... .... problem solver. Some folx refer to her as "The Fixer", asreminds all that some problems aren’t meant to be solved in "I know someone who can fix that for you". Only one person knows her real name - a half sister and sometimes accomplice, Sa'anvi. There are rumors about how she looks - some say tall and willowy. Others say waifish. Black hair, brown, none at all. Golden eyes, red, green, blue, no one is really sure. The truth is that she is all of those things, depending on who's looking. Her gift for disguise is one of her many talents. The other is poison. Why dirty your hands when you can arrange yourself to be elsewhere when the deed is done? She even hides herself from her contracts ... and they from her. Though,the light—but in that case, it's so that each my have plausible deniability. But she knows. She always knows. There is always //some// tell tale moment, some give away - a vocal cue, a piece of clothing, a scent. She asks for half up front - to cover unseen costs - and half on proof of successful fulfillment. Challenges to completion are ... extra. If they //do// arise, she will not move forward without a re-negotiation. She doesn't work for free, after alle quiet, calculating embrace of the shadows.