Tilly was born into the 'Gilded Gossamer' traveling circus, a star acrobat who could walk a wire thinner than a displacer beast's whisker. Her life changed during a midnight performance in a remote mountain village when a starving manticore tore through the canvas tent. While the audience screamed, Tilly didn't flee; she grabbed a decorative silver prop-bow, leaped from the high trapeze, and threaded an arrow through the beast's eye mid-backflip. As the creature crashed into the orchestra pit, the silence that followed was the most intoxicating sound she’d ever heard—until the village erupted in a standing ovation.
She realized then that the theater was too small for her ambition. Why perform for copper in a tent when she could perform for legends in the wild? She traded her sequins for studded leathers, though she insisted they be dyed in shimmering teals and golds. Tilly doesn't hunt for gold, or even for the safety of the realm; she hunts because a Beholder provides the perfect 'lighting' for a dramatic finishing move, and a dragon’s hoard is the only stage grand enough to hold her ego. She views every monster as a guest star in the 'Epic of Tilly,' and she is very particular about her reviews.