Race: 1/2 Elven
Height: 5 feet, 4 inches
Weight: 128 lbs

Eyes:  Deep green, seeming to draw your own gaze into them.

Hair: A deep flaming red, long shoulder length, soft and shimmering.

Face:  High proud delicate cheekbones, softly sculpted nose and perfect complexion giving her an almost ethereal appearance.  Her lips deep red and usually graced with a whimsical smile, teeth dazzling white.

Skin: Soft, supple, perfect and unmarred. A pale alabaster only adding to the ethereal beauty and quality of her body.

Body:  Wide proud shoulders, her arms and legs well toned and muscled.  Her chest strong and proud, her breasts large for one of elven descent. Firm and round, the nipples a darker  
shade of  pink  against her pale skin.  Her abdomen is firm and taunt, her sweet sex framed by a neatly trimmed  patch of hair. Her ass is tight and  rounded a nice tight heart shape.

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Her story for any wish to read it
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Aowynn now a Dusk-knight, the dark preverted version of what she once was a proud warrior, a Dawnknight living in harmony with Lathander. Her a worshiper of the DawnLord and one of his more powerful and beloved Dawn-knights, swearing her life and service to the temple.  Aowynn was a very strong and true warrior, using her skills with the blade to cleanse undead from the realms of her birth.  With each victory over the evil undead her prowess, skills and pride grew.   Tales of her victories told far and wide. She turned down noone who sought her services and blade to aid and cleanse undead from their villages.

Eventually she was sent to the realm of Barovia seeking to slay an ancient and evil foul undead.  She strode into the realm with confidence. Vowing to soon cleanse that land for the poor citizens that summoned her to their aid. She strode into the crypts full of pride in herself and her abilities with her blade, and thinking herself invincible as a vaunted warrior of evil and the undead. Aowynn easily slaying any undead in her passing, blessing and clearing the upper crypts.

Aowynn in her arrogance entered the final chamber of the lower crypts, the very tomb of the master of the foul undead plaguing the village, she had no thought of danger, no thoughts of
failure.  Her confident in her abilities to slay this foul creature like so many before him.  

Suddenly the doors to the crypt slammed shut behind her sealing her inside the tomb!!  A low dark laughter filling the cold musty air as she turned back to see a hulking figure before her.  The Figure standing over 6 feet in height, eyes glowing like red coals smouldering in the dim torchlight.

"Greetings I have been expecting you slayer!  It is quite the honor I have meeting the great Aowynn Morningstar, beloved Dawnknight of the foul and hated Dawnlord, great slayer of undead!"

(Aowynn held her shimmering holy blade in front of her showing no fear)"Who are you foul undead?

*Laughing darkly* "My name little morsel is Vladamir Rashenkov Barovia!  You will do well to learn it, for I am the one you will soon call your "MASTER"!  For it is at my hands you will be taken from the service of your beloved Dawnlord!  Leaving the living world world of light, and become naught but a servant to the darkness you swore to defeat as I change you damning you to darkness as you become my Dusk-Knight The dark unholy opposite of your former life and calling!!

*With that she snarled and lunged with her blade, holy spells in place. Honed and good though her spells and skills were Aowynn was no match for the power of the ancient vampire lord.  The last thing she remembered seeing before she dropped to her knees  bleeding out from her many wounds would be the foul vampires malevolent grin, and Sharp  white fangs.  The twin red coals of his eyes filling her vision as she was held helpless like some rag doll easily held by his powerful grip.  

Her armor stained with her own blood too weak to fight as she screamed out in anguish to the Dawnlord for help.  Her plea replied to by silence, pride and arrogance her downfall.  Her
screaming out in wordless horror as she felt his fetid breath upon her neck and the final sharp pain of his fangs finding her flesh and sinking into her neck.  

Aowynn struggled weakly against him, heart racing as she felt her very life being drained from her,darkness filling her as she faded from life. The foul sounds of Vladamirs lewd sucking and grunting as he greedily fed upon her sweet untainted blood filling the tomb.  Finally her gasping for breath, her heart starting to slow in death as she went limp in his grip.  Only then did he take her limp, dying body and place her in his own coffin, laughing darkly as he closed the lid upon her pale body.  Vlad whispering darkly to her as she felt herself slipping into darkness*

"Your mortal frame passes. Soon my "pet" you will reawaken as one of mine, One with my blood, You will call me master then".  Cutting his wrist with his fangs and forcing the bleeding wound against her pale lips
Vladamir forced her to swallow his foul dark tainted blood!! Aowynn whimpering and choking as it spilled down her throat, making her burn with cold fire as it spread through her veins, binding her dying form to him.

She awoke 3 days later in the darkness of the coffin screaming in terror.  Her clawing at the lid to escape.   Her body feeling so very cold and burning with thirst and hunger! Hope filled her as she thought  *I escaped him I am alive!*  Her "awakening" did not go unnoticed Vlad awaited her, pulling open the coffin.  Her crying out as he pulled her easily from it.  

Welcome my pet and fledgeling!  Her eyes wide at his words, struggling as she felt a strange pulling making her body move closer to him, eyes seeming to pick up now every detail in the dark tomb.  Her whimpering as he held her to him, carrying her to a moving
bundle on the floor.

Aowynn's eyes widen as he Opens the bag, revealing a young man, her own Dawnmaster! Pushing her to him, he bared the mans throat to her.  She struggled against the strange burning thirst and hunger within her seeking to defy the Vampire Lord, till Vlad cut the man.  The scent of blood spiking her hunger her vision swimming redly as Vlad ordered her to take
her Dawnmasters life.

"Kill him pet, take his blood and life and in doing so damn yourself and your name becoming my Dusk-Knight!!"  

"Aowynn No! *the man would cry out*  Remember who you serve remember the
Dawnlord and his light and glory!  Fight the darkness!  She trembled as she fought against the growing hunger and burning thirst, shaking violently in her struggle. Unable to fight the burning uncontrolled hunger and thirst she attacked sinking her newly grown fangs into his throat, snarling like a wild animal as she drained her own Dawnmaster, her mentor and friend!  Her coming back to her senses, sobbing in horror at what she had become!  Her now damned to darkness by the innocent blood she'd taken, a thrall and fledgeling to the very vampire she'd come to destroy, unable to defy his will her mind and body his to control in every way.

Vlad laughed darkly as he forced her to do dark and horrible things in his name.  Even destroying the very temple she served, killing all its members!!  Slaughtering all in the village she came to save, laughing with mirth at her anguish as she was made to kill her own family to the last member destroying her family line as the price for having tried to slay
him!

Aowynn Morningstars name now cursed by all Dawn temples, her new dark name name Aaowynn Dusk-Knight, spoken in hushed whispers cursed by all!  Stricken from the Dawnlords books, her great holy deeds fading into the darkness of time. Yet the tales of her evil under the vampires rule as his Dusk-Knight spoken in soft whispers tales told to frighten children.  Aowynn Dusk-Knight slayer of all that is good and light in the world!

Still she seeks redemption of her soul.