Lytch

Lytch started her life in her birthclan, Algor Mortis, being doted on by her father. One of four sisters in the nest, she alone was chosen to follow in her father's footsteps -- she would be trained to be a bone carver, just like him. This gave her a somewhat privileged position, and some might argue it contributed to her somewhat overconfident personality. That's putting it mildly-- she can be quite... overwhelming to be around, when in one of her manically creative moods.

But though her father's teachings held her attention, she found herself all too easily distracted during lessons. Eventually she discovered that while she liked what her father had taught her, she much more enjoyed designing the things he would eventually finish with her help. Drawing, it turns out, was something she loved. It didn't really matter what, or if she was particularly good at it. That could always come later, right?

Unfortunately there isn't much room for artists in a mostly militant lair. Though not averse to fighting, her parents decided exaltation was simply not an option for her. Not under their proverbial roof. There was a place for her, even if it was not with them.