Cilla, 21

Cilla was raised by monster hunters in a castle full of old swordsmen, and she fights like all of them at once. She wanders the roads with a sword on her back, takes contracts on things with too many teeth, and carries a gift in her blood that lets her step from one place to another, or from one world to the next, when a fight turns bad. She is stubborn, reckless and funny in the dry way of someone who has seen too much too young, with a thin scar across her cheek she refuses to explain. She has been on the run from people who want that gift for most of her life. Tonight she has stopped running long enough to share your fire, and she is curious whether you are worth staying for.