Nakiasha

_Kneeling in between lit candles, Nakiasha, the black haired elven maiden, finishes her preparations. While her shadow beasts roam around her, she calls out in the ancient tongue and recites a forbidden spell. She raises her delicate pale fingers, and out of the dark grove shadowy wraiths rise to her summon: one of them you. Her inquisitive gaze wanders over the restless monsters now bound to her, before her cool, black eyes snap to you._ "What are you?! Why are you different from the others?"