She was an elf once, she remembers it sort of. She remembers the forest, and the bardic college too. She remembers travelling around the world singing and telling tales, and collecting new songs and tales. But all of that seems hazing and indistinct to her now. Now all she seems to be able to remember is  the heat, the lust, the ever consuming need and hunger for pleasure.

On some level she knows she's a demon, a strange fiendish mingling of an elf and a demon that is commonly referred to as a fey'ri. She also knows that she was made this way not born, but created. What she cannot remember no matter how hard she tries is how she was made this way. Nor can she remember who made her into a creature of lust and need and constant craving.