Charming, beautiful, regal - Keaira was once all these things. She was beloved of her Noble family and of those who worked on her family's lands. An oreaith woman such as her was much sought after by the men of her people, but she had already given her love to another.

A human.

It was true. She was a good foot and a half taller than George. It was true. George wasn't the most well off of men - even by human standards. However, what George lacked in wealth and stature was more than made up for by his spirit - his being. Ever since she first saw what he was like, Keaira had been infatuated. As she looked for any excuse to sneak out of her home at night to see George again, that infatuation slowly turned into love. Needless to be said, Keaira was ecstatic when George told her that he was quite taken with her as well - apparently he had a thing for bigger women (a comment which made the then naive Keaira giggle relentlessly).

Of course, Keaira's parents did not approve of her love for a human, and they did everything they could to dissuade her, but all their efforts did was give Keaira cause to run away to be with George. The two were wed shortly after, and had a daughter named Rinne.

Keaira had a handful of happy years with her family, but five years after Rinne was born, Rinne was kidnapped, and George was killed by whoever it was that had taken Keaira's daughter. Fortunately, those responsible left behind a key piece of evidence - a piece of evidence that instilled a dark, twisted nerve within Keaira.

It was a ring. A ring with the signet of her family upon it.

Angered. Betrayed. The devastated Keaira decided then that she was going to hunt down her family - wherever they may be. Her travels back to her old home bore no fruit as it had apparently been abandoned by her blood and taken by a new family who knew nothing.

Hopefully, Keaira's family would slip up.

Otherwise, there was nothing she wouldn't do to get Rinne back.

(Will add to this later)