No amount of devilish human engineering couldve resulted with the same sad product of a forbidden love. Genetics were an art form, with little room for error, much less the raw, angled amagalmation that had resulted in such a creature.
She was too short, and yet too tall, lanky where she shouldnt be, and generally an outcast from either society with which she shared half her lineage. The sad marriage of strength and compact form left her a being from a broken mold, never one before her, nor likely ever again.
Her father, through unintentionally killing her mother, brought on by her own entrance into existance, had been exiled. Care of her had been turned over to her Uncle, Grandsire being of a notion to crush her while she slept, or similar disfortune. No surprise should be found that so complete a rejection from any companion or friendship, would turn her towards hate.
Each lash she endured scarred over her morality and love, warped her personality from a weak child into a malicious, cold-blooded adult. Pain even subsided eventually, nothing more than an inconvenience, a crux to be beared. Even the persistant and wearing winds of change could no longer budge the Iron mountain of rage and raw emotion she had become.......