Kyltania

=Physical Description=

Many imaginative stories have circulated around Azeroth and Outlands about this infamous woman. Despite popular belief, Kyltania was never some statuesque, imposing, vixen as most of the women strive to be in the lands. She was born as what would be considered a sickly runt; her figure petite, frail, and delicate. Only reaching a height of a little over 5 feet tall, her strength comes from her personality, wit, and aura.

Her pale, tanless skin is marred all over by what looks like ancient demonic sigils that appear as if they were burned into her skin. They appear darker than the rest of the skin as if they never seem to have healed, constantly tearing open to bleed. One might best describe them as some kind of tribal branding.

=Personality=

She is known to be kind, usually disarming people at first meet. Incredibly polite, soft-spoken, shy, at times charming. But an immense beast lies beneath the surface of this woman. Usually blood and gore would not phase her, but the thought of romance might make her recoil, as if she were easily flustered by it at times.

There is an air of confidence about her that coats a deep self loathing. She never really sought power... she just was powerful, and hated it. Having to deal with highly volatile, uncontrolled gifts through her youth she became very withdrawn from the world as a dysfunctional outcast. It wasn't till later years that she experienced a more fulfilling life, almost what one would consider, being robbed of her childhood.

Walk softly and carry a big stick is her motto. Those who have crossed her usually end up regretting it. There was once rumor that she made soul shard jewelery for herself from one poor sod who agitated her. If it is vengeance she wants she will make it a point to make one's existence quite miserable.

=History=

This woman's past is shrouded in mystery and very few know of her origins and what made her the way she is. She was born to a wealthy Lordaeron Family shortly before the first war between the orcs and humans. Her father, Gryden Dromedes was a professor of Dalaran and mage knight commissioned by the Royal Army of Lordaeron so their homestead never remained in one place for very long.