(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt354/WildFire82/Fantasty%20Woman/file_1856122.jpg)<br/><br/>All was quiet in the Wyrdrain Clan that night, nothing could of prepared them for the tragedy that had happened to the secluded outdated village in the midst of the forest, modern in most aspects but animalistic and rustic on others, you could not expect more from their kind even in these days.<br/><br/>Most the clan was asleep when it happened. Like an eagle to its prey the enemy swarmed the clans village, outnumbering them greatly. A great deal of them concentrating on the royal quarters, marked only by totem posts. That was when she ran from her home hearing the commotion, not knowing what she was walking into. She scanned the tragedy before her eyes settled on her father the king, Great Albion Tzlenzu Ndochind the second, fighting with his guards for his life. She grabbed her sword, sizing the enemies up, Humans! They were after the royal family, and capturing her kind for profit. She could not allow this, code of their kind was not to allow humans to do such a thing, even if it meant killing themselves as a last resort they would never let the humans get their hands on them. They were being so careful. Only few human groups hunted werepeople but as of late they were increasing as the price went up on their heads.<br/><br/>Nisia Linxatat Ndochind, Princess of the Wyrdrain Wereleopard Clan, had only taken steps from her home when she was unexpectedly overbaren and taken into the very hands she was going to protect her father from. She was disarmed within the first few powerful, yet graceful swings of her sword, her fellow werepeople tried as they could to help her but she somehow became separated from them as well. The humans took her fighting the entire way into the very forest which she was so familiar with. There were so many overpowering her, she barely kept the edge. Could hear her fellow clansman trying to get to her but she was starting to fade. She used that time to feint loss off consciousness. It worked for a time, that was until she heard where they were taking her. Instantly her eyes flew open and she struggled, they stopped, startled and started wailing on her, there was a pouch tied to her leg for quick shifts. She was going to need it. She took the chance after being tortured for the next few hours. She shifted in front of them clawed and bit her way out. It was dark but with her night vision she should be fine. Or so she thought, they were closing in, she ran through the forest manuevering in an area she wasn't use to, she had lost them after several miles. Running now just to put a bit more distance between her and them. After hours she thought she could run no longer. Finding an area that looked thick she ran into the brush, bad move. She ran into thick brushery only to run right off the edge of a cliff.<br/><br/>Nisia woke in human form a few days later; she had no memory of what had happened a couple days ago. She was naked, a touch bloody, covered in mud and unsure of the two pairs of eyes staring at her at that moment. She had no memory of who she was. The only thing she had was a pouch with what she determined hers, since it was the only material thing she saw around her, she didn't question it. She opened the pouch and pulled out a piece of cloth, it seemed to be out the main piece of an outfit, she managed to slid it on easily as if she had done it time and time before. A simple peice it was, easy to move in and quite comfortable. Next she found a pair of thigh high leg coverings and slid them on, they looked tight but also found them quite comfortable. As she sat there she poured out the rest of the pouches contents. Jewelry, some of it leopard print. "Odd", a necklace, she looked closely inside the crystal amulet there was a teardrop shape gem of something else she didn't know what though. She stood as she put her jewelry on, it seemed to be second nature. As she clasped the arm bands on her eyes paused on the markings. It was then and only then she felt something rub against her and looked down with surprise, two cubs, leopards stared up at her. For a reason she could not explain she did not fear them.<br/><br/>Back at the Wyrdrain Clan they had all about given up hope in the following weeks and months. False information that the princess had been killed was sent to them. The king was stuck between mourning for his daughter or pushing for evidence. If he would mourn and move on the clan can develop and move on as they need to to prevent such from happening again, but as a father, as a father he didn't want to accept this. As a king he did what was right for the clan his feelings aside.<br/><br/>It has been two years since the disappearance of Princess Nisia, the clan has moved on and upped its security to protect the rest of the royal family. The king created a memorial for his daughter but all searches and take of her still being alive have been cut off completely.<br/><br/>She on the other hand has adapted to the forest quite well. The only companions she had were the two leopards she called Rain and Linx. They stayed with her since that very day she woke upon the cliff lost and confused. She was a different person now. She found resources including that of a nearby waterfall that she visited often with the cubs.<br/><br/>During her track through the forest the cubs had led her to an abandoned buiding and in time she spent over the months she worked upon it, perfecting it. It was dark inside with a back and front opening, the front opening opened up onto a porch that was the lenth of the home. She never could figure out what happened to the previous owner as the place was hidden quite well. From outside with an exception to the door and porch the place looked as if it weren't a building but a rockside with forestry. She set a few traps, created easy entrance and exit points for her and the leopards.<br/><br/>After being there for so long she found a small town about 10 hour hike to the west. She has only ever talked to one person there a sweet old lady who has always met her on the outskirts of the forest with medicinal supplies, herbals, candles, ammo and an occassional gift once every few months. The lady gave her a name, Blackstar. She was the only person who knew about her and kept it that way. It took a bit but the woman talked her into keeping a few weapons in the home as occassional intruders have been known to try and make a kill though why was beyond her. When she was talkng to the woman, the old lady seemed to look into her eyes as if she knew her. It was the strangest feeling.<br/><br/>The sun was setting and the leopards lay across the branches upon the tree outside. She was inside sitting in the only chair in the home straddling it as she stared into the fire doing what she did most nights. Trying to remember anything; even something as simple as her real name. She knew this 'Blackstar' could not be it.<br/><br/>.............<br/>There was one man in the Wyrdrain Village who just was unable to let Princess Nisia's disappearance or supposed death go.  They were childhood friends, he had secretly loved her for years.  Never had the chance to tell her.  Now he was suppose to just let it go.  He had left the clan in search of her some many many months ago.  Deep down inside, something told him she was still out there, alive.  He was going to find her and bring her home.<br/><br/>((You can see where this is going...Your character will find her. She will not recognize him. Well go from there Doesnt have to be long long post, two paragraphs will surfice, just wanted to cover history))