Scion of an exceptionally strong Azlanti bloodline, Thren’ody’s life was plunged into darkness and isolation in a single moment when her parents were violently attacked in an alley and murdered before her eyes.
In that moment, as their bodies fell to the ground, the loss, confusion, terror and pain unlocked something deep within her.
Her birthright, unleashed in a primal scream of unimaginable power that shattered every window in the immediate district, deafening five innocents in the area and killing three of the attackers, their bodies found with seized hearts and bleeding ears, called upon the Maenad blood of the ancient Azlanti, calling forth the psychic power embedded in every cell of her body.
She was found unconscious in the alley and taken to the city’s healers, cared for until she had recovered, her body completely unharmed yet suffering from exhaustion.
It was soon discoverd that with her parents gone the girl had no one. Determining the dangerous nature of her abilities and the lack of any sort of family, the officials deemed her a ward of the city, enrolling her in an intensive training program designed to instill the extreme control needed to hold back the Maenad propensity for intense emotional eruptions, and serve to counsel her through her trauma.
As she developed, she understood the control that was required and expected of her, yet sought an outlet for those powerful emotions just below the surface. It is through combat training that she found her much needed release, a means of channeling her loss, rage and the tumultuous chaos inside her into action, often to devastating effect.
She has come to the attention of her teachers and trainers, a sort of fondness laced with a bit of fear of what it would mean should quiet Threnody ever lose control.