Katina

She is known as the Renegade Nimir-Ra, leading a pard that no longer exists and wanted by vampires, lycanthropes, and Faery alike.

Katina was born almost 3/4 of a century ago to a human mother in Scotland. Her father she had no knowledge of until much later on in her life. She grew up as the unwanted daughter... a bastard child, and the youngest of seven other children. They all had a father, even if he was dead. She was beaten and abused both mentally and physically, and was left as scrap work for everyone in the village. She was rarely fed, and she had to learn how to survive on her own until she was nearly sixteen. At this time, her father (much to her surprise) came and collected her.

He introduced her to the vast world of the Seelie, light court of the Sidhe. She was astonished, and a bit puzzled at why he had left her behind. That was never made clear to her. She was nearly twenty when her father was killed by protecting her in a personal Duel. She ran... ran as far away as she could get... back to her mother.

Of course, her mother would have nothing to do with her and she spurned her turning her away before she could even step back inside what she used to think of as comfort. This angered her... angered her beyond imagining, but she did nothing about it. She took off in the woods, towards the nearest large city, as it was as close to what she had experienced in the Seelie court as she could get to. She never made it. It had been the night of the full moon as she took off, and, barely into the woods, and just out of hearing range, she was attacked. She never saw what it was, but she had a feeling.

She knew she was going to die. However surprisingly enough, the thing left... after tearing her nearly asunder, leaving her alive she dragged herself to a neighbours home. She'd aged. Looking now, instead of the 16 they knew her at, when she had looked like she was 10, to the 20 year old that looked finally sixteen. They didn't recognize her... With her nearly Waist length golden hair and eyes a vibrant green, a myriad of colours trapped within those iris's. They housed her, gave her shelter until she'd healed enough to hobble about. Her own house was within sight this entire time from the window of the room where she slept.. and she still felt that rage from before. Then it happened, a month had passed, and she forced herself outside, suddenly feeling feverish and very, very sick. The old couple that had housed her would later be found dead, their throats torn apart and eviscerated, their entrails splattered across the house and half eaten.

She shifted that night and with no memory of such, went to her own house, killed her mother and her siblings in much the same way as she had the kindly old couple that had helped her and ran... Ran as far away as her newly found legs would carry her that night.

Years passed and finding a pard in America she grew older and more powerful... though it was slow in going. She discovered new powers.. In her hands.. In her mind... And was even Accepted into the Unseelie court... the darker side of the Fae world. They helped school her abilities and soon with these newly found and trained powers she made herself Nimir-Ra of the Stalking Deer clan. This seemed not to go over well with anyone and for the longest time any wolf pack she has crossed have tried to slaughter her and her entire pard, and have been partially successful.

It seems that to this five foot tall girl with her now ankle length blonde hair... things can only get worse.