A woman stands clad in oiled scale and hardened leather, a circlet of silver around her forehead and a collar of Abyssal nature sunken into the flesh of her throat. The black, unnatural metal flows into her skin, and fiery letters in a long dead language glow along its surface. Her eyes are a cold blue, her lips held in a frown at all times. At her left arm is a band projecting a small circle of force, and held in her right is a cruelly curving hook. Hair the colour of polished steel flows down to her shoulders.

At her right wrist, a bracelet to match her collar, studded with symbols, hangs loosely. One button in particular looks more worn and used at a distance, though on close inspection it's revealed to have been sorched and scratched, seemingly in a failed attempt to render it unusable.

            ~History~

Once, in an age long forgotten, a war waged between three cities. One of righteous fervor, another of plaintive mediation, and the third a bastion of tyranny and dominance. Towards the ending of their eon of conflict, a peculiar sorceress came to make her home behind the spiked, foreboding Tensian walls. Her origins were unknown, and matter little for our tale; her capture of a runaway slave is the focal point.

The woman had been running from something she could not explain. Her throat held a collar of metal not to be found in the mortal realms, and adorned in fiery crimson writing, indecipherable to any living eye. The edges of the metal were fused and melded directly into her flesh, rendering removal impossible. At her wrist, she carried a bracelet of matching form, though not bound to her in the same immutable manner. It was this bracelet that the scorpion-tailed sorceress obtained, finding that it offered fully limitless control over the collared wretch, once its controls were decoded. Through trial and error, and boundless magical insight, she eventually held a working understanding of the inherent enchantments, and set about remaking the slave to be in line with her own goals, body and mind.

It's been said that the most dominant of wills most crave submission. It may not be true, but in this case it was; the sorceress wearied of control, and longed to taste the lash, in terms of her own choosing. She could trust none, but this slave could be forged into the perfect partner; Dominance Incarnate, but leashed and restrained by her own needs and interests. So it was that the human shape was cast off, and the creature she named Kasiri was made to exact specifications. Tall and amazonian, sculpted of muscle and taut crimson skin, with cruelly barbed tail and armed with a rod of flesh utterly inhuman in its dimensions, the bestial allure was tempered with a mind as cunning and manipulative as her owner's. In her first moment of awareness, her hand shot out to wrap around the sorceress' throat, preventing her spells and blocking her commands as the vicious creature set about establishing her dominance on the helpless mage's body; breaking wills and subjugating all in her path was the guiding tenet of her being, and she took to it with lustful intensity.

The Island and its warring factions has long been lost, and whatever became of the sorceress is unknown, but the vicious demoness she built exists no longer. The slave has reverted to the original form she was found in, and once again guards her independance with jealousy and paranoia. What could one do, with the power to shape and bend her to their merest whim? Would they recreate the rampant willbreaker, or would they forge her into a more pliant and obedient pet?