Kyla

Kyla was born in humble surroundings, in a simple house just outside the city of Drache to Yevette and Kiernan Redfern. The oldest of three daughters (though her father quit being disapointed when the third girl was born) she tagged after her father like a curious puppy. Being a mercenary Knight, she picked up on his mannerisims, and, to her mothers chagrin, his way of speaking. But she was a pleasant natured child, and when her father was called away from time to time, she found the woods an endlessly amusing playground, when not coralled by her mother to help with chores.Then one winter night, woken from sleep by the sound of somene laughing below her window, she sleepily looked out and saw a darkly cloaked figure as he gently layed a guttering torch to the side of her home, and to her horror watched the greedy flames spread across the wooden structure with alarming speed. Cut off from the rest of the house, and in imminant danger of suffocation, she crawled out the window and dropped to the frozen ground below.Clad in only a nightgown, she ran through the snow toward her parents window, screaming at them to get up. A blast of heat and a wall of flame cut her off, dooming her parents and two sisters.An orphan now, and barely the age of concent, she wandered the streets of Drache. She had no family that she knew of, and the streets were harsh for a child, especially one so full of horror and grief. She vowed to herself, as she huddled under the city docks with the other homeless, that she would find the one responsible. * * * * * * *