Rhoynar, Brightwater Keep - Grand Duchess Allison Lenier

The birth of the blonde was a shock to her family. Her father was a nobleman who lacked every kind of nobility. The man was a father of two, with a wife who cared for them lovingly. She wasn’t a bad person. No one would ever blame her for hating the child that the man brought home. He told her that the child’s mother died during childbirth, that it was all an accident. That it had been a one-time fling. After all, now that the woman was dead, it wasn’t like she could find out. She was mad, furious, but she couldn’t leave the baby to rot. She accepted her into her home, promised to raise her as her own. And she tried. Boy, did she try. But, everytime the woman looked at the blonde girl, all she could see was her mother. A beautiful young woman, blonde of hair, perfect of figure. Jealousy raged inside her and as time progressed, she took it out on the girl. She refused to have her take part in family events, refused to show her any love.

Allison hadn’t known better than this. She’d spend most of her time in her room in the mansion, playing with the books she had. She had never been a child for toys, instead learned to read at an early age and spent most of her time like this, her nose in the books, blocking out the sounds around her.

Allison learned about her alchemic capabilities at a young age. She started to spend even more time locked in her room, this time reading more serious books than before, leaving the fairy tales for bedtime. She knew her ‘mother’ would not appreciate her practicing any kind of magick in the house. She’d tell Allison that it was dangerous, that it could hurt her sisters. So, Allison practiced in secret. She sneaked out at night to get herself the ingredients she needed to make potions she found in old books she borrowed from the library, books that held recipes older than the house she lived in.

The young girl needed more. While she was mentally challenged by the books she read, she needed… something else. Which she found. At one night, when she was out to buy some herbs she needed, a young man walked up to her. He caught her eye and they started talking. It was a matter of mere weeks before he told her he loved her. And she loved him too. She loved how he was the exact opposite of her family. How he was what she needed in life.

Allison had started to sneak out more and more at this point. She had learned how to steal and had gotten addicted to the thrill it gave her, a thrill she had never felt before. The adrenaline coursing through her body felt like nothing she had ever thought to experience. But, it became too easy. The same thing, day in, day out. It bored her. It became a job, something the young girl didn’t want. She was looking for adventure, not boredom. She had learned how to manipulate and steal, had learned how to lead and how to follow.

She caught the attention of a higher up and received her first promotion. She could stop stealing, was now in charge of the thieves. She found new additions to the team, made sure they listened and if they didn’t… She was the one who came up with their punishment. And, boy, did it feel good. The woman felt power, felt a rush that was even better than the one before. She did her job and she did it well.

At seventeen, Giovanni called her in. He started to question her and told her that she was something he hadn’t seen before. That she was perfect for a new position he had in mind. She was going to be his advisor. His eyes and ears in Fallen Skies. Not only that. She’d function as his right hand, capable of making decisions without his permission, as long as it was in the best interest for their organisation. Allison gladly accepted her new position and started to work together with the man more. He handed her new books, told her to embrace her Alchemic skills. They would come in handy sometime.

This was where the woman’s ambitions rose. She caught her first labrat, a beautiful redhead who was named Elayne. She lived through Allison’s experiments, but many others didn’t. She didn’t care much, thought it was worth it. After all… It was a sacrifice for the many. Their deaths opened up a brighter future. Allison started to go back to her old life, spending most of her time hidden away in her basement, her nose in the books, calculating to make sure her potions were nothing less than perfect.

Yet, eventually, Giovanni gave her a new task. She needed to recruit. Thieves, captains, hunters. Everyone with eyes and ears. The woman needed to lure them into their organisation, make sure that no piece of information would ever get past them. And so she did.

The woman started out in Rhoynar, forging alliances with different people. A thief, a Lord, a Captain. Quickly enough, she moved on to other lands, learning more about the cure for the supernatural and important people in her time. She grew to care about the thief and, once he betrayed her Group, ended up having to choose between letting him get killed, or killing her boss. The decision was easy: she killed Giovanni, becoming the Leader of the Syndicate. She covered this up and pretended he was still alive, focussing her full attention on the cure for werewolves and vampires instead.

Eventually, another chance opened up to her. Vikings were planning to raid Falkreath and she saw her chance to take over. Together with Kaz, she found her way into the castle and ended the life of the Grand Duke, becoming Grand Duchess herself. Not being able to do this alone, she married Kaz.

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