I can remember everything about my past, I have forgotten nothing. Yet, that which is the clearest in my mind's eye is my own death. Nothing can ever reach that pain and horror, at least in my mind. I was of the Varius blood line...born to parents who did not wish for me. Given away like an unwanted dog, while my own brother was kept.

I was born Zahrah Kapri Varius ,in my old body, yet I simply went by the name Kapri as it was just easier that way. I know those who raised me where not my birth parents, it would be impossible for them to have a child of such pale flesh and hair as myself. I was given away by my mother to them when I was but days old, it makes me wonder at times if my father knew about me and if he was her husband. Was I a mistake? Something she needed to hide? My brother is the key to my past, or so my adoptive parents have told me.

My life was an easy one. I was given food and shelter and at the age of eight I was given to the caravan's executioner to learn from her. This was a normal thing within the caravan, when a child reached the age of eight they where sent to learn something from another. Yet, the executioner was also a woman who was a bit different than the rest. She was pale like me...but she had flaming red hair. I learned to trust her as she taught me. Soon I was taking over some executions, but I would always see all of them, that was life.

~"There was once a time I hoped and could believe, now I am not sure. Perhaps all that has happened has made me bitter, yet...I could care less. I am not hopeless, I simply hold no hope. Those who are hopeless still believe in hope, wherein I do not belive in hope. Hope is an idea created to make people feel happy over something that is bound to hurt them in the end."~

I arrived in Beware and was wrapped swiftly into a world of lies and pain. One thing lead into another...children where born from a union that should never have happened, one is dead now, the other I will soon kill with time. As I sai..i remember my death clearly and rerhaps it was for the best that I died, but why linger on what has happened? I shall focus on what is now. I am the creation of Vaiyanen Malvagita. She gifted me with her family name and bloodline, among other things.

~"I came here to find a place to belong, yet all I have foundis confusion and pain. I did have a place, however short, but I no longer have that place. So I question...why do I stay? What do the fates have waiting for me?"~

I am the same soul and blood...but I am not of the same family..and thus for now...I shall simply...learn all that I need. And in time...revenge shall fall into proper hands