Unless informed, both She Who Walks Alone By Shadow and Marla Sutcliffe are one and the same, since disappearing into the wilds of Arcadia however, the real Marla was changed. Trapped for so long, yet her ageing slowed to the extent where only those who know her exceptionally well would likely assume that she simply looks tired, however the changes behind her eyes are where she is truly one of the Lost. Her name has been scratched from her mind, and only the names Marla and Alex mean something to her, engraved on the inside of a golden ring that at one time may have meant something, the ring itself is little more than a trinket, but one she has owned as far back as she can remember, and the significance is the one mystery that she cannot unravel.

Her time in Arcadia has changed her, now not knowing where she truly belongs and amongst the Gentry seems to be the natural inclination for her as the real Marla slips ever further away, replaced by She Who Walks Alone By Shadow. The one who looks to unravel the greatest mysteries and uncover the oldest secrets as she did in Arcadia.






But there is a deal in place, a final game for which the victor will be presented with choices, to kill her own Fetch, to take the life of the one who can truly answer who she is, and she will be welcomed back to Arcadia as one of the Fae. They promised...

Mask
Aside from a slightly aged countenance that could be applied to fatigue, the two iterations of Marla are remarkably similar to the outsider's perspective, with the dark hair slicked back tightly and a wardrobe of a muted palette, the two seem to co-exist, with passers by assuming a sense of Deja-Vu on encountering them within moments of one another, at least on a superficial level.

Mein
She Who Walks Alone By Shadow is a creature who thrives at night, in the heat of the sun she feels exposed like she were naked. In the shadows is where she belongs with the secrets. She moves almost hypnotically while wisps of fog and mist seem to drift off her form, lingering in the air momentarily before dispersing in the air giving those who see beyond the illusion that she is moving in a manner almost out of sync with the rest of time, although it would appear otherwise, she possesses a form, underneath the ever swirling smoke that seems to make up her entire being. What is beneath the exterior is a mystery of her own creation.