Don't cry. It won't hurt for much longer.
Kissandra is shy yet emotionally strong. Though she prefers to stay hidden out of sight, Kissandra plays a major part with all her friends, preferring to lead and help her friends and travellers though quiet ways. She puts her friends and their needs before her own and is willing to fight for anything she believes in. In her free time, which is very often, Kissandra spends her time on adventures and spending time with her wolf, Werfen.
What most people donât know is that her strong side is just as extreme as her gentle side. When riled up she becomes focused, harsh, driven to an extreme and undeterred from her quest unless it endangers her companionsâ lives. Only then will she pause to consider the situation for longer and take a glance at every angle. Her anger remains focused and her eyes forward, her chin up high. She is prideful of herself and her abilities to a point where she knows her limits though she is unlikely to brag about such feats. Why draw attention when you can do more from the shadows?
Quirks: Sheâs learned the different barks, yips and howls of Werfen through time and can speak to him in a sense.
Likes: Animals, the trees, the woods, dancing and singing, making others feel better.
Dislikes: Loud rude people who think they are better, uncontrolled anger, runaways and people who discriminate against other races
Main: Ranger Recurve bow with tipped arrows
Secondary: One and a half hand Sabre
Other: White Dress, Black robes, horn dagger, rope, basket, a light cover
Kissandra is born of mixed blood. Her mother was a human, worked in an inn and was expected to run it one day. That was until her father came along. He was Elf kind, high born and stayed at the inn during his travels. The two fell in love and both being young for their kindâs standards, they decided to create a child. The next morning her father left, promising to come back once he could. He never did. Kissandraâs mother was run out as soon as her pregnancy was discovered. In the woods she found an old women and the two grew close. It was near a grove of trees that she collapsed suddenly and gave birth to Kisandra. There her mother died in child birth and Kissandra was found by the woman a while later.
Kissandra was then taken into town by the old women and sold off into a Brothel. She was raised by the Mother until she was 15 and then used. She appeared elf; long fingers, lean body and high cheekbones, however, she had human ears, human eyes and the softer quality of human skin. She was much desired and lived a hard life until the day she turned 16. It was then that she met her lover, Lichen. At age 20 he wasnât bad looking nor was he rough with her. They fell in love and after a while, he convinced Kissandra into escaping the Brothel. She did so only to find that Lichen was a thief and had been tried and found guilty of several crimes for which he was hanged. She had no choice but to flee into the woods.
Kissandra struggled there too, at first having to hide from those that hunted her until she discarded her dress and they found it torn and bloody. Kissandra was left for dead. She stole her clothes from a nearby town and even was gutsy enough to take food as well. Lichen had been able to tell her several things about his life as a traveller and also how to survive. She was able to create a decent bow and hunted for herself. She became a phantom in the woods, a tale of a girl who would leap from trees, take what she needed from travellers and then vanish for long periods of time.
When she was seventeen she was tracing a heard of deer when she came across a small wolf cub trapped in a snare set by hunters. The little cub was frightened and his fur was matted and bloodied. His pack was nowhere to be found. Kissandra took in the little pup and began to raise him as her own. She was able to heal his paw so that no damage remained, however she was forced to venture for help, knowing nothing about healing. Kissandra found work and board at a small farm on the outskirts of a town. With the Farmerâs wifeâs help she was able to keep the wolf pup alive and herself. Being an ex fighter the Farmer taught her how to wield a blade and how to create a better bow, though he eventually gave her his own.
Kissandra thought she had found a home until one day when she was 18, âsoldiersâ came to the farm and tortured and murdered what she considered her family. They found her last, sleeping in the hay in the barn. Her dress was shredded from her body and before the men could rape her, Werfren leapt from the loft and slaughtered them all. Kissandra, frightened and alone ran to the house and grabbed her âmotherâsâ remaining dress, a white silk dress before bolting into the woods. Werfren followed and the two have remained a team, hunting and surviving ever sense. Kissandra still hunts those that sent the men and has become a protector for those that travel the woods.
A new tale has spread. It is said that a beautiful girl guards those that travel, her and her black wolf. Those that try to do harm are likewise harmed in turn. Kissandra is still hunted occasionally, and even more rarely found. But those that find her die with an arrow by the jaws of a very large black wolf.