Keana Shadowdark

A heart once denied, now broken.

Keana is a young woman, looking of her early 20's. Long, curly black hair flows down her back, playing against her cheeks and curves. A whisp of white hair flows from her bangs down her cheeks, always to the left. She stands 6' tall, with eyes a soft blue that change with her emotion to silver from the outside in. She wears a velvety hooded red cloak, a gift from friend. A silver dragon head embeded upon the front, clasps it together tightly. It sways majestically at her ankles as she moves, yet a coldness is held to her body and features.

A look of curiousity plays upon her cheeks with the locks of black hair that fall to her knees. She usually has a crushed velvet black dress on, if not that, a black pair of shorts and tanktop. The dress goes half way to her knees and is a lowcut V-neck. The crushed velvet clings to her body tightly, a perfect fit. Its sleeveless and has just enough room for white tipped, black wings to pertrude. The shorts are loose, though sit up quite far on her slender legs. the tank top, sitting half way up her chest, is a little higher of a cut at the top, yet shows a well toned stomach and arms.

A vibrant white tatoo runs up her right arm. Its a dragon gleaming lightly that wraps three times from her wrist to her shoulder. The tail stops in a band upon her wrist, the head tilted to the side on her shoulder so the full face is seen. The silver eye seems almost real as it gleams in the dim light. Very few know it can be summoned, a gift from her homeland before she left.

She had always been a child of the darkness, though slowly the light of hope started to shine though her heart. What she was, only certian few know, what she will become, only she understands.
An uncontrolable fear runs through her which would quickly turn to anger if provoked. She tries to this day to control what she is and hide it behind her pale features..slowly, she is losing that battle.

She was a child that slowly grew up, understanding fear and pain unlike many, unable to speak a word. At the age of 15 she barly looked 8, yet had already been beaten inches from her life more then once. Her clan called it streathening, making her strong enough to train as a warrior. To this day, scars still mark her back and heart, scars that no one can remove. She grew to hate her parents, hate how long they would leave for, and hate the anger that stuck her father every time he returned. They were the ones to teach her this hate, this pain.

With her siblings mostly gone, the twins Crystal and Moloch long grown and left, as well as Keana's own twin Keegan (now dead), she wished badly to leave. The dragon child, yurning to travel, to make sure that all the worlds were not as cruel as her own, left for earth at the age of 16, still barly looking over the age of 8, a curse she had been born with. As to what she was? Her mother had been a shifter and healer, father a mage, dragon and shadow spinner, Keana learned it all. Raised in a small village, alone without a voice, she took to learning. Before leaving she had mastered the shadows, the only thing she would regret the rest of her life as it tore her apart. She was a weak healer, yet a strong necromancer, her elements fire and earth, now a master in those as well. Her only form was a dragon, pure white and over 80 feet in length.

A child so strong, growing up in a place such as earth, alone none the less, mayhap wasnt such a good choice. Keana was enslaved by kindred, fighting for her life as she was abused and used. Her silent screams left unheard as she struggled against the whips. She fought, creating spells to kill those that fed from her. The poison in her blood eating them from the inside out. What she swore not to become, she had to, to live. That, to this day, hasnt changed. She doesnt stop fighting for what she believes. The older she became, the stronger she became as well. Taking on trainers for short amounts of time as she travelled the lands. Learning their secrets by sparing them before moving on. She learned to sing after a trainer mastered a spell for her voice. She took on her first love, Midknight, her first true friend, Cygnus. For years they seemed all she needed, yet when Midnight passed away, yet again she moved on.

She has learned to love since returning to the dagger, now a mother of one. She has a happy life with her son Dakarith, adopted son Abel,as well as her love and master Bishop. She still fights, mayhap the only thing that keeps the shadows from slowly killing her. She has come to know many of the locals, making both friends for life, as well as enemies. The older she gets, the more she learns, the stronger the shadows seem to grow. As she gets angry, they are triggered to protect her, yet now, they slowly take over her mind. She hopes to learn enough to stop them before they stop her. With her sons father, Firefang gone, her most trusted friend Savrec unseen and her undying friendship for Tiren`Imera, she hopes it will be enough with just love. Time tells all...and for now, day to day she lives. And now, as a kindred, for each day she lives, she knows one will fall in her wake, the shadows have grown, and still, they can not be controlled, be warned.







Special thanks to Guile of #TheStoneAltar , Wendy of the #Broken_Dagger as well as #Vampyres`Haven. Without these channels and their operators, as well as the players, years of creation and great story lines couldnt happen. Another Thank You to Tiren as well, for excellent help on getting the site up and running, without him it wouldnt have happened.
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