Born in on the isle of Cos. She grew up as most little girls would, learning to read and write, playing and laughing, but there was something different about her she knew this from the start, something that burned within her very soul. As time would go on, she would soon come to learn just how different she was. She had no need for robes, and veils, no need to hide her longing to be touched to be held to be Mastered.


So as fate would have it she came across a man from the Tahari he stole her breath away and her body longed like she had never felt it long before. This burning passion within her would soon be truly her freedom. A freedom she had thought she had but had never realized she was being held captive within those so called robes of the free.


They spent the days talking and the nights strolling along the beach. Nearly a hand of longing, of wondering how she could live without him? Her heart broken with his words of good-bye her fate sealed, she could not deny any longer that burning passion within her soul. She stripped her veils and feel before him, her head bowing the words pouring from her lips seemed so foreign to her and yet they where what was held captive within her.
 

The moment the collar locked about her throat she knew she truly was free. She learned her servitude at the feet of not one man but of many. The men of Bakahs in the Two Oasis of Scimitars where the easiest of men to please but she found the challenge a reason to wake each morning and greet the day with a smile.


She was happy, content with life, until the fates would again turn and a new lesson would be learned. Without reason or explanation she was sold to a man that dressed in black, and lurked within the shadows. With a new name and a new life she decided to try and make the best of it. She had been able to please the Masters of Bakahs but could she be able to please not just one Killer but a group of Killers?