Sarunga

Some would call being born to royalty a blessing. Something one should be thankful for the whole of their life. Though for her it brought nothing but sorrows. Her childhood was spent growing up in the loving arms of her elder brothers and learning the art of war and fighting from her father. This training would allow her to take control of their army at a young age being no more then in her early teens. She would lead her army and lead it well gaining the respect and loyalty of her men. It was when war would call that her life would take a dark turn. It was during these years which she lost her brother and his mate. Having to pull the baby from her mothers stomach. Taking the child as her ward her duties where soon split between leading her army into battle and raising a young serer while keeping her father from misusing the young child's power. As her father start to sink deeper into the fits of darkness she would soon lead her people in a rebellion against her father. Running him threw with her sword at the steeps of his thrown. Now she would take on a new life of being a leader of her whole people. A life she soon found to her disliking. Slipping out one night with her young ward beside her she would leave the painful memories of her brother, father, and would be lover which had almost cost her life behind taking up the life of a wander and sword for hire while still raising her young ward.

Physcial notes

Stands about five foot seven with skin as pale as the light of the moon. Her hair showing much the same paleness as stands as white as snow. Dark crimson eyes show a life hard lived and a knowing beyond her years. Her build is lean though sleek as she is by her nature a fighter. Ture to many demons of her kind she bares the markings of a female with large bat like wings, a long scailed tail, horns that point backwards over elven shaped ears.