Kiev Royal

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Not much is known about Kiev's life, before her undeath.
It's generally accepted that she was born, and grew up, in England, in a fairly well off family.
She doesn't talk about her death with anyone, besides her closest allies/friends.
Her death was violent and gruesome, the victim of a group feeding frenzy.

On a late Summer evening, she was walking out in the garden of her family's estate.
She was spotted by a group of vampires, hunting for an easy meal, and a young, frail girl was a perfect target.
The four of them stalked out of the shadows and were on her in an instant, screeching and fighting eachother over every last bit of blood they could rip and tear from her body.
She was never meant to turn, she was meant to die, and rot in to the earth, but the infighting between her attackers caused their blood to spill in to her screaming mouth.
The transformation heals the body before it reawakens you, and much to her great misfortune she was found before she had healed, and buried by her devastated family.

She was saved from the earth a second time, by her awakening while her coffin was lowered in to the ground. She clawed and struggled her way out from behind the wood, and in a blood starved craze attacked the crowd, and the screams and cries of her family have never left her mind.
She escaped in to the night, running in fear from what she had done to the ones she loved.

After the inital shock of her sudden new life, she fled from her homeland, on a small boat. Rowing during the cold windy nights, and covering herself with thick hides in the blistering sun.
She found an island. The thick jungle on the inner parts of the land sheilded her from sunlight at all times, she spent years there, seemingly alone, learning to control her bloodlust and quiet the fears in her mind.
The nights were cold and the days were hot, but soon she felt nothing of the weather. She saw feeling as beneath her.

But everything changes eventually, even Kiev.
There were visitors to her island. Pirate visitors.
Kiev had never realy been good at talking to people, or getting along with people, basically anything to do with people, even when she was alive.
But a violent death, then years alone on island, made her even worse.
She watched them for days, learning their names, their habits, trying to understand how to greet them, but her brain couldn't. She just kept practicing conversations over and over again in her head.

One night, as the crew were eating and drinking out on the beach, and seemed to be in a good mood, she made her move.
She crept out from behind the rocks she has been watching them from, and sat down at the fire and looked around, expecting immiediate acceptance and love, from the conversations she had been practicing.
And was quite disappointed when the Captain, asked "where the fuck did you come from".
She explained, and the crew stared at her in stunned silence.
The Captain, Morak, told her she was lucky to be in the presence of such an accepting and understanding man.
She watched, as out of the top of his furred head, a pair of long, curved horns grew, and his glowed, aflame with demonic energy.
Morak was a half demon, able to hide his true form at will. And his crew was made up of fellow demons and monsters.
It was as if fate had placed them both there, on the island, to meet.

Kiev and Morak together, were a fearsome duo leading a formidabble group of pirates.
She loved and trusted him more than anything, and followed him without question.
And Morak loved her too, but, there was something he loved more. Money.





But that was all hundreds of years ago, it's not something she thinks about much anymore.

Kiev has been to every remote corner of the earth, to the astral planes adjacent to ours, to the deepest, darkest demon infested trenches of the ocean.
She's highly intelligent and always seems to hold all the cards in a game you didn't even know you were playing.
She's been alive so long, the lives of mortals mean nothing to her,