Born as a progeny of bloodlust, the path Khyra walks is stained in blood. Her drive is purely instinctive, a craving that gnaws from within that she wished could go unanswered. Weakness is a death sentence and strength is borrowed time that can only get you so far. Those who are truly powerful won't reveal their hands so eagerly and the woman is one to always play her cards right. While she won't hunt and kill for sport, sometimes her high prey drive makes it difficult not to hurt those she loves. A curse that was given by her ever so kind father.
Despite the flaws, she isn't an outright monster. Khyra finds it hard to adapt and adjust to a normal life. Created to be a weapon and sold to a life of slavery after escaping her father's clutches, the woman never once settled properly into life. Outcasted and shunned by her appearance, Khyra hasn't known many gentle hands to guide her. Because of this, she only forms alliances with those that can be of value to her. Respect is earned and never given freely without a high price. If she deems someone too weak she'll abandon them without second thought and if someone is brave enough to cross her- the world would run red with their blood.
"I want to be better, to do good— I fear I don't know how."