Willow Liadon
Name: Willow Liadon
Clan: Avari
Sire: Manon Setath (Follower of Set and Adramelech)
Generation: 5th
Age: 109 Age by Appearance: 27
Nature: Survivor
Demeanor: Martyr
Occupations: Proffessional Inn Keeper, Spy, Assassin
Haven: Castle Morash (Possibly DF Compound in near Future)
Offspring: Menwi, Anastasia
Progeny: none
Thralls: Astle
Background
Willow resided in inner-city Rhydin for all of her mortal life. The woman mostly kept to herself, living in a small basement apartment in a low-income complex. Not the best of areas, but she seemed settled about her living arrangements. To afford rent and food, she worked part-time at a bar named Shatter, where she was a barmaid and put up with being treated like trash so that she could pay bills. It was there that she met a man that she began to care for named Raidon. She never did know what his last name was. After work one night, the two stayed out for drinks, and things got a little carried away. Willow found out she was pregnant at age twenty-four and when she told Raidon, he pulled quite the disappearing act. Willow fought and mulled over the options of abortion, adoption, and just plain ditching the kid in a dumpster. She worked vigorously at Shatter until her water broke one night, and she was rushed to the hospital. No more than three hours later, she gave birth to a small baby girl, who the doctors said was most likely not going to make it through the night. When that wiggling mass of limbs was laid on her stomach, something sparked inside of Willow, and she knew she could not give the baby up. So, she sat up through the night, ignoring her exhaustion from labor and work, and she held the baby's hand and talked to her, softly coaxing her to stick with them. After thirteen hours, the child took her first breath in without a respirator and let out a wail that could have shattered windows. At the same time, lightning cashed outside of the hospital, and rain began pouring onto the pavement below, opening Willow up immediately to name the girl Rayne.
Life for the next three years went on happily for Willow and her daughter. Though she still had to work to support them, she was enthralled at the miracle daughter she was blessed with. Rayne grew into quite the bundle of energy. Sweet, loving, and always glowing. One evening, on her way home from work with Rayne in tow, she ran into a large, intimidating man outside of her apartment building. She tried moving around him, but his voice was gentle and eyes pleading as he asked her where a safe place to stay in the neighborhood was. Knowing that was impossible in that area, Willow began to describe how to get to a better part of town, but Rayne was enthralled with the man and he seemed to be tender hearted towards her child, thus convincing Willow to allow the man to stay in her apartment for the night. His name was Manon Setath, and he oozed with charm and thankfulness. He became a permanent houseguest, helping Willow all he could. The two grew close and became best friends. Approximately two months later, Willow was wandering the apartment in restlessness during a sleepless night. After fixing herself a cup of green tea, she settled in the kitchen with a book. It was then that the gentle giant shed his skin and became a monster. Willow found herself thrown down, swept up, and pinned by the neck to the wall, her feet flailing under her as she choked for air and looked down in terror at her roommate. Her side was torn open and blood began to pour, coursing down her legs and puddling on the floor. Her struggles began to weaken from loss of blood and air, and she was then dropped into the pool of her own blood. Things moved more quickly, and suddenly, Manon was kneeled before her with her daughter on his lap, still half-asleep. Until she saw her mother. Willow, from that night on, would never forget the look of terror and confusion in her miracle child's eyes, nor would she forget her own helplessness, being too weak to even lift her head. Manon leaned forward and shoved the child's arm into Willow's open side, making the child collapse into screams which were choked off in seconds, and silence fell.
It was when she awoke that she found herself cleaned up and dressed in a robe of black silk and laid out on a bed. She sat up, feeling strange, and rushed around, trying in vain to find her daughter. Every room was decorated with an Egyptian motif, and she was confused about where exactly she was. It was then that Manon entered, and after she tried running, she was grabbed up and placed in a chair, clamped down by his hands on her shoulders. He then forcefully explained that she had been changed, and briefly mentioned a god named Set that he followed and recruited children for. Willow refused to be cooperative, so she was dragged to a small, stone room and chained up, and force fed by Manon himself. She quickly became bonded by him, and went willingly as she was taken up a level to what seemed to be an empty church. Crossing the sanctuary, she was laid down on a stone altar, then put to sleep. When she awoke, Manon held a clay jar, looking exhausted but satisfied with the results, explaining to her that he held her heart in every way, even physically. It was placed inside of a stone statue of the Virgin Mary, and she was returned to her room to rest more. The next day, he was gone, and all doors unlocked. He had disappeared. Not thinking of the jar in the statue, Willow spent a few days alone, then went out in search for Manon. A little over a year passed, and the bond was broken. Left without understanding her lineage or much at all, she fled to the countryside, where she began work at a small tavern, her misery her only company. A few years later, she had horded enough money to build her own establishment. Thus sprang up the Moonshadow Inn, where she threw her life into serving others and trying to blind herself to the past. It was at Moonshadow Inn that she met the angel who became her mate. His blood became an addiction to her and granted her the ability to walk in light of day. Through enchantments which the Morning Star used to his own purposes, a child was born to Willow and her angelicas mate, which they named Menwi. The child grew quickly, and had no longer matured when she grew apart from Amhenru and herself to follow her fated calling to serve the Morning Star.
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