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She wishes her life was filled to the brim with sweets and magic and faeries, but instead reality has tossed her supposed eating disorders and dying patients. She is somewhere between nineteen and twenty, but the lines blur and she has never been too sure exactly when she was born because she knows that the people who made her the picture of elegance and innocent were not the people who bore her when she was a wee baby.

But that never worried the girl, because she has never given much thought to her pre-childhood in someone else's womb. Until now. Or up until a time that recently passed, when she met her twin sister, one Arcadia. They had gotten along well, but Arcadia had been a sort of murderer, and Lana could not bear the violence for long, for she had been training as a healer since she was sixteen years old. Four years of her life had gone by, toiling with rebels, wanderers, District Eight citizens, and Mistress Lily.

Coming of age is a long process, but it is even more difficult when one must learn the ways sticking their hands in someone else's guts and search for a bullet. One can't be bothered by questions of "true identity" when they're doing such important work. The girl knew this well enough, and so she buried questions down inside of her.

But now she had to know, it was a simple matter of health: what were her chances of heart disease? How had her parents died? Was the girl, her supposed twin, actually her twin? A doppelganger? A cousin? The only clues the lady had into her past lie in the forest, she knows this at least. So her wandering spirit looked far and wide for an answer or two to her troubles, and she learned to make do trading with wanderers as a means of supporting her curiosity. Life was not cheap in the woods, the girl, Illiana, had had to learn how to barter and deal her way into bargains that would keep her safe and well-fed.

But occasionally people would walk behind her. They'd make crunching noises so she would know they were there, and would pause every time she did. So Illi carried a scalpel with her, and imagined that her medical training not only taught her how to deal with reaching into someone's guts, but had given her a way to be The Opener of guts as well. She simply hoped she wouldn't have to resort to such violent, for Lana never had and she hoped she never would.

ooc- very short opener, I'm setting this up for a number of outcomes but maybe your charry is stalking the faerie? trying to keep this thread short and sweet so it can move along quickly