Cecilia Santelli

History
Cecilia was an orphan hailing from southern Solas. She lived in poverty, which had made her more cautious of her surroundings, yet fearful, hesitant. She is rather harsh on herself for not being able to overcome her fear of confrontation, said fear having earned her the label of a coward.

There isn't much that could be said about Cecilia's life. She spent the better part of her childhood on the streets, living off of doing odd jobs for other villagers, or whatever scraps she was able to scavenge, until she was taken in by an old farmer who took pity on her, provided she worked on the fields. Her situation had improved, yet even if she was never to escape poverty, she was grateful for what little she had.

A few years pass by with no calamity to take note of, when one cold autumn night, her newfound home is ravaged by a werhob attack, killing her sort-of guardian, and leaving her seemingly unscathed, save for a broken wrist and some relatively shallow cuts. She had yet to realize at the time that said cuts were not merely new scars.

She lives on the streets once again, never hanging in one place for too long, drifting from village to village and to larger towns eventually. The curse of lycanthropy makes itself known soon enough, on the next full moon when she inevitably turns into a monster not unlike the ones who destroyed the measly farm she called home. It isn’t clear what had transpired while in her beast-like form, because when she came to she was lying in an unknown place, shaking and too exhausted to move. As months passed and her fears were intensified by her not knowing what happened every full moon and her mind jumped to the worst of conclusions, she knew she needed a cure, before whatever was happening caught up to her.

Strangely enough, the fear she hated herself for turned out to be the reason she stayed herself and the severe insomnia kept her just barely a hair away from giving in to bloodlust.

Chapter 1: L'ombre sombre sur le Castow
When she thought faith was out of bad turns to take, the sun didn’t rise again. It had been replaced by a full moon that had yet to set. The search for a cure to her lycanthropy had brought her as far as Castow, where she sought the help of the Church of All Saints in exchange for any service.