Chaytha Stormstryk (Kay-thah Storm strike)

Chaytha Stormstryk was a High Elf, born and raised in the towering peaks of the Nal'arad Mountains, a breathtaking range that stretched far to the northwest of the Elder Forest of Elnaris. These mountains, kissed by the heavens themselves, were home to the High Elves, a proud and noble race known for their mastery of the arcane arts and their elegant, ethereal beauty. Chaytha, with her sea-green eyes and strawberry blond hair that shimmered like a tendril of flame, was no exception.
As a young child, Chaytha demonstrated exceptional skill in the art of combat, earning her a place in the elite Stormstryk Clan, renowned for their prowess as spellblades. She was a prodigy in the use of lightning magic, her spells crackling with an intensity that could rival the fiercest storm. Yet, despite her ferocity in battle, Chaytha was guided by a steadfast moral compass and a deep-rooted sense of justice. One fateful day, Chaytha encountered a terrifying undead warrior from the realm of darkness. Its malevolent power stemmed from an ancient spear, a weapon corrupted by the infusion of one of the demon lord Drakazar's soul shards. The spear pulsed with an ominous energy, a force that seemed to amplify the creature's strength and malevolence.
Driven by her unwavering sense of duty, Chaytha confronted the undead monstrosity, engaging it in a battle that raged for hours. With each clash of steel and flash of magic, Chaytha felt the pull of the demon lord's soul shard, as if it were calling to her, tempting her with its dark power. In a final, desperate act, she caught hold of the spear, snapping the spearhead from the ancient weapon.
The spearhead found itself buried deep in the undead warrior’s chest, shattering its lifeforce. The act of using the weapon to kill an enemy transformed her into a Dreadstalker. Though her victory was hard-won, she could not ignore the burden that now weighed upon her soul. The demon lord's essence had granted her incredible power, but it had come at a great cost. The cost every Dreadstalker must pay, in one form or the other.
Chaytha's path would cross with that of Veradis Ashvale, and the small, but ever growing band of fellow Dreadstalkers. Together, they would vow to face the darkness that threatened their world, and seek out others who shared their curse, hoping to forge an order that could stand against the forces that sought to consume all that they held dear.