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Name: Quiren Laceweaver
Physical Description: Quiren's jewels and finery have been traded for coarse cloth and simple outfits. Her hair is long, jet black and well kept. She has bright green eyes which shine with undiminished pride, defiance and a deep hunger for something other than food. Her face is not particularly beautiful but she has lived a healthy lifestyle for her twenty years of life so she is moderately attractive. A little taller than average, she walks and moves with a practised arrogance.
Starting Scenario: Wandering Winds

Backstory: A merchant's daughter Quiren has seen her family rise and she has seen it fall. Positioned at the right place at the right time her father had made an unbelievable amount of profit and had shot up from being a middling merchant to one of the richest merchants in the city of her birth. Money opened doors, it had weight and influence. Her father had used his new found power to make connections with the city's nobles and had managed to force out most of his competitors. Her father doted on her spoiling her with gifts lavished on a young girl who had been used to making do with less. But as time went on an obsession settled into her parent's minds. They became consumed by the idea of being nobility. They bought their way into countless balls, hired servants, bought mansions and did their level best to act the part. It was tolerated for a while. They weren't the first merchants to do this, but it irked the nobles of the city. As her parents tried ever harder to pretend they were something they were not, her father's relations with his noble contacts soured and turned to scorn. It all came to a head when her mother during a party implied that she was both a noble and better than the person who was hosting the party she and her husband had bought their way into. Like a bursting cyst, all the built-up pus and venom came pouring out. Like falls tend to it happened quickly. Suddenly the Laceweaver name was synonymous with scum, arrogance and entitlement. No one wished to have any business dealings with them, no one would risk the ire of the nobles they had insulted. What had days before been a thriving business collapsed. The nobles themselves did nothing. They didn't need to and it made a better lesson for them not to have to take any action to utterly ruin one of the richest men in the city.

She was a young woman by this point and she watched her parents respond to this crisis with madness. They descended into denial and delusion. They lived their lives as they had before, they spent coin as if it was still pouring in. They tried to buy their way into the parties and gatherings of the upper class as they had before but they were denied every time. So they hosted lavish parties where they alone attended. They danced alone in the halls of their expensive mansion under the eyes of their concerned servants and at last, called themselves nobles were no one could challenge them. Quiren smiled, danced, partook of her parent's mad designs and plotted to escape. Her parent's madness was not her own, her growing madness was far darker, far more ambitious. She could see what her parents would not let themselves see; this was all coming to an end soon. Their families creditors would come and take what was left. But she had gone from the life of a lower middle class to living like the richest of nobles and she had liked how it tasted. She would feed on her parent's madness, drink their wine and enjoy the splendour of the lie they lived before cutting them lose and abandoning them. She held no feeling of compassion for them and her ambitions had no place for them. She would have her appetite for the finer things sated and would crush anyone who would stand in the way of her ideal life.

She boarded ship and left her family to the fate they had set for themselves. Starting small was an inevitability she hadn't been able to secure as much funds as she had expected. But unlike a fallen noble she was familiar with the common sense of the common folk. She'd be able to go without the luxuries she desired if it meant gaining more later. She would be able to survive at least without issue. But to rise to the heights of society as she desired required more than that. She only had one example to follow and that was her father. She'd need to be in the right place at the right time. Yet somehow she felt like she knew where that was. The Twilight city was her 'right place' she could feel it.

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