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?"