Marlee Denmane

Marlee has a tragic backstory. She’ll tell it to you if you really want to hear it; she’s not bothered by it anymore—but it has nothing to do with the person she’s become. She’s heard more than her fair share of moaning from drunken thieves complaining about what ruined their lives and led them to their desperate existence. What a load of road apples. It’s people like them that left her an orphan. Why would she do what was done to her, to another person? She wouldn’t, that’s what. If she did slip in that direction, it would be as a vigilante—removing people like them. But, that’s not who she is. She’s not quite invested enough in the social welfare system to volunteer any time helping one of the local do-good organizations. She’s not a saint, and the world still isn’t doing her any favours. Maybe when she doesn’t have her own problems to manage.