The Daemon Queen

Pandora is ambidextrous, even though she seems to favour her left hand when using a whip, and her right one when writing. A natural-born seductress, her swaying gait is distracting enough to halt traffic, while her usual posture is carefully chosen to highlight her impressive figure.

Most lilim are the product of consensual sex between a lilin and another sentient Terran race, usually the aftereffect of a night of passion that both parties involved remember fondly. Pandora is an exception in many ways.

Her mother was a henlach, normally as powerful as any of the demon-like titans can be. She was one of the rulers of the land known as Dhakhan on Mithbar, a member of the demonic council that controlled the lives of everyone in the region. The details of her imprisonment are hotly debated by historians and scholars, though many suspect it was a rival of hers in the council that facilitated her capture. Regardless of how and why one thing is certain. The once-powerful demoness found herself in avarath territory, in a weakened state.

Her father was a rising star of a nearby avarath nest. Growing fast and almost at the age where he'd have to challenge the leader for control of the nest and the females, he happened upon the imprisoned henlach. Whereas a member of another race might show mercy and hope for the gratitude of a titan in return, compassion was a foreign concept to the young avarath, and he seized the opportunity to force himself upon the former ruler. For several months, the demoness was his plaything, existing only for him to vent his frustrations through, as he failed time and again to take control of the nest. The birth of Pandora would provide the solution to his problems.

Even as a young child, Pandora was able to use Attunement, a fact her doting father took clear advantage of. With her assistance, he eliminated all his rivals and, for several years, Pandora was his slave in all but name. Her father would point at a target, and she would take them out before anyone could do anything about it. If she dared object, beatings and intimidation were enough to remind her of her place. It would not be until she was an adult that she had her first taste of freedom, and it was at the hands of the man that would shape the rest of her life, one of the legendary Keepers, and the only man above the council her mother used to be a member of..

He happened to be in the area investigating reports about increased avarath aggression, a direct result of her actions. It was not long before her father's scouts spotted the man, coloquially known as Knightmare by the common folk. Shortly after, Pandora was asked to dispose of him, in the same manner she had numerous others in the past. Under the cover of darkness, she glided toward the man in crimson armour, ready to strike him down. The fight was over before she realised what hit her, and with it the first chapter of her life. Whether it was her beauty, exquisite even by lilim standards, or he saw something in her, he decided to take the woman with him.

It was during that time that Pandora was properly named, and for the next few decades the two were inseparable. The Keeper taught her how to fight and how to use her abilities, and it was not long before the two of them became lovers. Things appeared to be going well for a while, but the duties of a Keeper kept the two apart for long stretches of time. During these absences, Pandora would act more aggressive, reverting back to the mentality she had during her early years. Eventually, not even her lover's presence was enough to soothe her, and an alternative had to be found. The solution to this problem came in the form of Mithbar's most infamous prison.

Under the pretence of appointing Pandora the warden of The Pit, Knightmare sought to keep her confined where she could not hurt anyone that didn't deserve it. She remained the warden and prisoner of The Pit until the Sundering, when everything started falling apart.

In public, Pandora is the embodiment of raw charisma and absolute confidence. Flirtatious in a way that has led to several international incidents, she can charm the habit off of a nun (and has done so, on many an occasion). Her legendary bloodlust has claimed the lives of many a servant, though she generally reserves that for her enemies.

In private, she is prone to more melancholic, if not apathetic, moods and, on rare instances, there are visible cracks in her mask. Nobody would dare suggest so to her face, but her closest subjects whisper of a woman wracked by self-doubt and bitterness.