Race: 1/2 Elf

Height: Some 6 ft 4 inches taking her mothers height.

Eyes: A strange steel grey baring strange golden flecks.

Hair: A wild chestnut brown, shoulder length.

Chest: Very well developed, breasts full and rounded, a nice heavy swell to them, the nipples firm and a soft pink.
Her abdomen is toned and muscled.

Pelvis: Toned and shapely with good wide strong hips.  Yet holding the beauty of her elven bloodline as well.

Arms are long and well muscled and define as are her legs, long and lithe.

BIO: --

Chrystiana was born In Darkmist to a family of outsiders, her father banished for falling for a human, her mother banished for bedding an elf.

Together though they were happy and had started their own family. As Chrystiana grew her father would tell her horrid stories of vicious beasts that he'd been hired to hunt.

Men that could turn into wolves either voluntarily or at the Full Moons light.  Wolves that would stand on hind legs, rendering men's bodies to bloody husks as the beast would devour it, or worse, turn the poor victim into one just like it through its bites or claws.

Growing up with these horror stories she grew to hate the beasts and began training to hunt them with her father and mother.

One night a letter arrived by courier from a cousin of her mothers in Darkmist asking for help.

The former Commander of the guard, Zion a born Lycan had killed the elders and some of the local guards.  Chrystiana's father was wanted as a hunter to come track him down and kill both Zion and kill any local lycans found in their den during the hunt.

Sadly, that night ended in tragedy when they were betrayed by one they had believed to be a normal villager.

The "villager" led them to the den, then shifted behind them trapping Chrystiana, her mother and father and the few other local hunters who'd come with them.

Cut off from escape they fought valiantly but were outnumbered and eventually one by one they were killed.  First the locals with less experience in hunting, then her father and lastly her mother. Chrystiana herself cornered and alone stood little chance against the Lycans.  They easily disarmed her, stripping her naked her gear discarded, the wolves snarling at the helpless 1/2 elven huntress with hatred.

Yet they did not kill her, instead after killing her mother and father before her tear and rage filled eyes they dragged the kicking and screaming naked Chrystiana she was brought before the Alpha of the pack.  Her taken by the packs current alpha and kept for a few days.  All of which remain blurry yet filled with remembered pain from somthing.  Till after some unknown amount of time she vaguely felt herself lifted and taken from the den .. the cold night air chilling her naked skin.   Her last blurry memory was of her skin crawlling with agony, then nothing till she woke up in the forest alone, the moon set.

She was naked, alone and covered in blood. Thus the nightmare had begun.

Sobbing in shame and horror at realizing what had been done to her now in those days she could not remember.   The beasts had made her one of them.  In doing so making the hunter become one of the hunted!!

Rushing out of Darkmist in shame her families honor destroyed by their deaths and her turning.  Now knowing she would be one of the hunted, frightened and filled with helpless rage at the loss of her family and now cursed she ran.  

Rather then risk being caught she rushed into hiding in shame, many times debating on taking her own life and ending herself to save her families honor.

In her rage she came to the conclusion in her tormented pain filled mind, that killing Zion could restore her honor to her family. Or at least dominating him to be hers at her whims. She went around gathering information finding the foolish lycan was not so hard to track. Now she just had to go and take him. One way, or another.