Born on the outskirts of yew, of peasant birth came forth the child known as Kitaras, she lived a regular life helping around the farms, sheering sheep for its cotton, and hiding from the rare invaders to the land. Life continued on a normal basis until around her 11th year of being, then the dreams came... she slept and saw herself grown in this land yet different at the same time, and then she saw blood, death, fire, and darkness. The dreams worried and scarred her at first she did not speak to anyone of them, and she went on as if nothing was happening, though slowly she began keeping more to herself withdrawing from those around her.

As she approached her 13th year upon these lands the dreams began to become clearer, at first they had only been flashes, disoriented, but now they flowed smoothly she saw that she was the cause of the death. Images of her chanting and harnessing magic’s as she released them and killed, then fed upon those she had killed draining and drinking there blood into her flowed all around her. It was also along this time that she began to feel a connection to something else.. magic she could feel and sense its energies around her.

The dreams intensified until at her 15th birthday she came to find their true meaning she found herself looking and standing in front of a older aged version of her own self. "You and I are one remember this child, are pack extends through all ages to each new life remember" spoke the older version of herself as it crumbled into dust and she awoke, the same yet different. Memories of other lands for hundreds of years flooded into her mind at once wrapping around her, knowledge of arts, magic, history, lore’s. love, death, fire, hunting, blood, feeding, and finally darkness engulfed her.

She had changed, gone was the frightened young girl and now stood a young girl with a withdrawn look and knowledge of centuries of study, fighting, killing and feeding. Then a moment later desire and hunger came, the overpowering need to kill and feed flooded her. Running out of the house naked she ran through the woods until seeing a man in a robe with a staff turn at hearing the sound, she ran towards him, the healer taken back by her sudden appearance began to call out if she was alright a moment later he was struck and knocked to the ground her mouth finding his throat quickly and tearing into it blood flowing into her mouth as he spasmed underneath her then stopped his life gone.

She drank a primal urge and need overflowing her for his blood a moment later she had drained all that she could. She stood up, dizzy and off balance her flesh covered in warm blood, she started staggering off towards a thickening in the woods and then the pain came. Gut wrenching pain flooded her as she fell down to the ground grasping at her stomach and beginning to vomit. It was then that she heard his calling "youu are of us yess child yet not whole... seek me yoou shall then only shall know peace you will..."

She laid in pain atop the dirt for a time, memory’s of others like her in her last life coming to her mind, bits of knowledge of the undead and there god the guardian surfacing. Finally she rose, walked calmly back to where she had slayed the once healer, took his blood drenched robe and wrapped it around her, as at that moment she understood her calling and sought out after the guardian and his minions.