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I do not remember where I was born, only that I grew up in the Gate District of Kenabres with no parents or family of any kind. I grew up with others who had lost their families, in the care of the community in general. Roaming the city, place to place. I begged and bartered food from what vendors would deal with me. Even at that age I knew I was different than the others. though they seemed ignorant of the fact.

I could do things, see things that I was sure others could not. I could usually tell when someone would recover from an illness or injury without magical aid. I could see just how far their souls had already gone from this place, and even make my way about in complete darkness. And on those occasions that my life was in danger, other skills brought themselves to my attention. I could harden my skin to withstand most any attack, cause my enemy to combust in searing, screaming flames. I could only hope that no one else bore witness, else I would be revealed for whatever I was.

I tried to rebel against whatever I was becoming. Though the harder I tried, the closer I seemed to come to it. I was later to learn what and who I was, as a man who bore strange features was brought before the district and sentenced to death by hanging. They called him tiefling. Demon-spawn. The look on their faces as they watched this man brought to death, it chilled me with fear and anger. What had he done to deserve death?

In the years that followed, I spent every spare moment and coin I had to study that which I seemed to be, and the origins of it all. The sins inflicted upon man, elf and dwarf-kind, even halflings brought up a rage from within me so deep and seething I feared I would hurt someone. I had to find an outlet, lest i lose control of myself. The inquisition gave me my outlet, and I spent every minute of every day bringing my disgust and rage to the demons responsible for not only myself, but all the other tieflings who suffer in this world. In this I excelled. I knew their strengths, their weaknesses, and what they wanted. I could only hope that there were others like me, and not all of them had succumbed to their fiendish blood.

Viorec and Pontia Levane. A now older human couple who vendor fruits and vegetables in the Gate District of Kenabres to those that need them for a fair price. Willing to barter, they befriended Kieyanna in her earlier years and delighted in her patronage. She often sees them as a mother and father figure, as she would on occasion be invited to their home for dinner and a place to stay off from the streets.

On the rare chance, any tiefling child who would benefit from her protection.

Gellius Camry, a book keeper at the library where she studied demons and their origins. He taught her much, even beyond the subject and her experiences with him helped to keep her outlook positive.

Kieyanna stands inches shy of six feet tall. Her straight black hair falls past her shoulders to the small of her back when worn freely, though more often than not she wears a braid. Attractive eyes are a vivid amber gold and shine bright against the tanned, smooth set of her skin. Her build is generally slender, though her shoulders, legs and arms have a certain strength in them that is clear to see. She is often seen wearing a hooded and cloaked traveling outfit, worn from use.

If not for her strange abilities, one would believe by sight alone that she was human even upon closer inspection. The only revealing physical aspects of her true nature show themselves when she's in the act of passion, where her eyes will flash red. And her fingernails, are somewhat unusually pointed and sharp, though not enough so to be used as a weapon. Her ears also taper off into a subtle point.

And finally, upon her face encompassing most of the left side and even her eye extending to her brow is a red inked tattoo of fine work. The design itself meaning nothing in particular, Kieyanna enjoyed the artistry and that it marks her more visibly for exotic and unique. Perhaps it was an engine through which others would see her differently as she saw herself. Her true self calling out for attention. It was an added benefit that in her opinion she appeared more intimidating with it.

Kieyanna has a playful spirit, a spirit that holds strong even in the hardest of times. Some may see this as not taking things seriously, though there are others that are cheered by her youthfulness. When the going gets rough though, short of divine/profane intervention nothing will keep her from her goals. She feels a strong dedication to her brothers and sisters at arms, treating them as the extended family she never knew she had. Often she will tease those that she sees as vulnerable, meaning only to bring them good cheer. On occasion though, her antics offend and she be lost as to how to fix the problem.

Her chaotic nature shows itself in her desires, and she will often flirt with near anyone. Man or woman, day or night even in the midst of danger. Not having been blessed with the strongest of minds, she looks up to those with great intelligence that use it for the good of those around them and as a result, is rather easily teased herself. One would be hard-pressed though to truly offend her.

You will know when battle draws near, as Kieyanna will sometimes recluse and seem rather morose in her dealings. She does not handle the suspense a battle with the profane brings easily as her emotions are caught up in a raging storm. But when battle commences, her good spirit returns, lighting up the battlefield with laughter and teasing shots should any make a blunder of themselves, even at herself.