Mhairi Ankaa

Before

She was born to a family of Gypsies, Romani, and named after a star, as was her mother before her, and grandmother too. She took to thievery like a duck to water, her mother, wanted her to connect with the more mystical accepts of her culture and traditions. And gave her a stack of handmade tarot cards passed down from mother to daughter for generations.

During

The Ruination of the Sickle's Sun is a women scorned. She knew her husband-ex-husband had his eye on Cassiopeia, intent on making the star named girl into a star, but The Ruination saw the girl's talents for fortune. Or rather, misfortune. To spite her ex-husband, The Ruination, forged the girl in the heart of a dying star, making her like and unalike what her husband wanted. Taught her to be seductive but deadly, hiding coy smiles behind deceptive paper fans. Then sent her to her ex-husband's court, to sow discord among his gleaming throng.

It's wasn't so much of an escape as it was an eviction. It hadn't taken the gleaming denizens of The Ruination's ex-husband's Court to realize just who that source of their ever increasing misfortune was. They forced her out, even in the face of the ex-husband's ire. She wouldn't go back to The Ruination, and announce her failure, instead she walked the paths using the stars as her guide. Her kin, now both in name and nature lead her out of Faerie.

After

After her admittedly ill conceived temper tantrum against her Fetch, she really didn't know what to do with herself. She no life here. There were some of the Family in town, who Cassie approached timidly, completely prepared to deceive them in order for information, and favors. She wasn't prepared to meet her uncle's sorrow filled quicksilver eyes. Her mother is missing. He told her. Missing like they used to be. Her coffin is filled with buttons, pine cones, and other bits and bobs. He checked, paranoid he admitted, he always saw something 'off' about Ankaa, since his return. He even knew someone, who knew someone who could get her a new identity. As she promised to herself, to save her mother, she decided to take her mother's first name as her new last name. Her uncle told her to go to Sacramento, there was a Freehold, maybe the people there could help her.

Mask

A slim girl, with raven black hair and grey-blue eyes. She likes wearing silver nail polish.

Mien

Her skin is like captured moonlight. Her eyes are lit with a fell green fire. Her hair is as black as a starless sky. Her nails have a quicksilver coating, but they always seem to drip, burning up before they can spatter on the ground. Her mantle surrounds her like a brisk autumn breeze, contrasting sharply with her ever burning self.