Daughter of a great house once; now a vagabond for a year past, at least. Pretty titles shredded in her nasty claws. Dynasties dishonoured in the face of a spawn illegitimate. Infidelity from her mother marked her from birth, mixed in foul blood with regality; it was no surprise an abomination crawled forth. The secret was well kept, at least, it was for a while. The truth would come out, and the girl would quickly find her home life swept out from under her. Her mother stayed behind that night, gave her daughter time to flee and lost her life as a result. Her father a man who did not like his pride challenged. One minute sheltered, the next, inexplicably and entirely alone. This was the first fracture.

Once Erylis, now Worm, she would shed her 'great name', diminish it to nothing, a ghost long past. The girl keeps a low profile, lurks in the dark, listening, seeing. Erylis had ghosts. Worm has none. Learned the ways of court once, keeps skills unmentioned in her arsenal, most within the art of manipulation. Travelled for 2 years and made a living off of whatever work she could find, far from picky and especially unconcerned with self-preservation.

Perhaps she is just desperate. Searches for answers in the earth, the wind, the rays of sunlight and the glow of moonlight. Believes herself to be a conduit.