Karias was born into the regal Proudfist family, who for generations had been serving as part of the city's beacons of light, each one after another joining the Knights of Alerion and staunchly rooting out evil as it was found. Karias was no different, inducted into the order at a young age she work along side her father and brothers, both of the order and of blood.
Up until recently she has been a devout follower of Mitra, believing in her divine protection to guide her through life. That was until her goddess failed her in most dire hour. A cult of necromancers had snuck into the city, goal set upon infiltrating the crypts and raising the dead to make a army. It could have ether been fortune or fate that lead them to hide away in her family home, or that she thought she could handle the intruders alone. Upon her next waking she was on a rack, blades impaled into her body in the most vulnerable places, the pain seeping into every pore of her body, and the screams. She had lost sight of weather they where her own screams or the screams of her family's they where subjected to the same torture.
After what felt like weeks she was forced to endure it, as well having the cult force feed her gruel, and heal her wounds only to open them once more, she had to watch as her brothers and father put up with the same, beg and plead for release, for a end to come. Begging their goddess for rescue.
After a meeting with the cults leader with a summoned divination, the prisoners where forced into a large cage they had constructed, each given a sword and told if they wanted to live they had to kill. She watch as her father and eldest brother killed themselves to avoid the pain of harming another. Thats around the time when something clicked in her mind- There were no gods. There where no goddesses. None of them would every allow such a fate to come to their most devout followers. There was only one thing that was the truth- Power. And she needed power. Power to live. Power to continue existing.
She reached for the blade tossed at her feat and raised it high, feigning the act of suicide just as her father and sibling had, and when one of her family ran to stop her, she struck, blade tearing through flesh and bone as she murdered the man only trying to help her. And it felt good. One after another she picked off the family who cowered in fear of death.
After the blood stopped flowing she stood in the middle, bodies surrounding her and blood drenching her ruined clothing and hands, Looking to the ult with hungry eyes asking 'I don't want to live. I want power.' The cult only laughed in merriment and took her back to her rack, and plunged the blades back into her body. There was pain, but it was good pain, The pain of a job well done.
After a few hours they summoned up their master once more, and she was offered the power she desired, and all she had to do was to make the city fall and rise again under her banner. To make corpses line the streets, but not to decompose, the corpses would move, shamble; form a new kingdom of the wicked and the damned. She greedy agreed, and the cult freed her fro her binds and handed her a blade. The first thing she did was plunge it through the cult's bodies, in which they accepted whole heatedly; their job was done, and their master had his champion.
Not knowing, or caring what she may have aligned herself with she walked out of the cellar, into the light and down the street, coated with gore and caked blood.She was quickly stopped by a band of fellow orders-men, that where being sent to investigate the disappearance of her family, that had 'Left the City' in the middle of the night. Cutting them down she was quickly outmatched and pulled a trump card, using their laws against them and demanding a fair trial.
Of course she was found guilty, she expected nothing less; but she had faith that she would be saved in the end, her master had promised her power, and she had to do was wipe out the city and start from scratch; he wouldn't let that happen if she was dead, and even if she died he would still use her to his whims. There was no way to lose anymore. Death was all that she needed~
