User: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 Having to deal with highly volatile, uncontrolled gifts through her youth she became very withdrawn from the world as a dysfunctional outcast.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. After her father's death during the second war her mother and her settled into Southshore as refugees.

She was never completely accepted by society and peers, an odd little girl that appeared like an ill omen. Her mother, Milene treated her poorly after the passing of her father as she feared her daughter might follow in his footsteps and leave her alone.But she also mistreated her due to the fact that she never entirely felt the motherly connection between her child and herself.

It was sadly true that she was not Milene's true child, although she never really knew this. Gryden never really loved Milene as it was a marriage arranged for Politics and family status. He was never really interested in the haughty noblewomen only seeking his fortune and stature. Milene was one of them. During his time studying the Hillside People he had an affair with one of the nomad pagan women who taught him their language, culture, and magical rites despite the fact that he was not accepted by their people. In fact, almost killed and driven out. Not too much longer after his wife was expecting his child, this woman had also become pregnant. The Hillside Family not pleased with her doing, slowly murdered the child within her and sent her off to suffer in the wilds. Making a desperate plea to her lover, Gryden found the woman and took her into his care secretly. His wife, Milene was to deliver her child soon, but there would be many complications with her birth as well. The child was not going to survive. In desperation Gryden took the stillborn child to the Hillside woman who still kept the murdered unborn in her. By the means of a hideous ritual the child was saved... but which one?

Usurping the last of her life force, Gryden's love was no more. He took the revived newborn accompanied with a strange doll the Hillside woman crafted back to his wife and she was named Kyltania.

Kyltania inherited a strange condition that would cause her to hallucinate wildly, hear voices in her mind, and sleepwalk. Physicians diagnosed her with a number of conditions such as epilepsy but they could not pinpoint the symptoms of her strange ailment. The world the child saw was a nightmarish opposite. Her imaginary friends were, in actuality demons. She was given a number of drugs to make the child more sedate and be able to function properly but all it seemed to do was complicate matters. A friend of the Family, Kelith Vedan had found the child fascinating and performed several experiments on her, plotting to introduce toxins to her that would react with the drugs to amplify her condition. It was that fateful day at her tea party that the pricess' cup was filled with poison. The child became a danger to her surroundings. The nightmares began to manifest themselves outside her head. She was an open gateway for the darkness.

Many others treated Kyltania with cruelty, especially the other children she associated with. (Still working on this. :P)