Every bounty hunter in Eizper of at least mediocre reputation had at one point of their career attempted to catch the most infamous of faun thieves: the Shadow Shell. That was what her victims and hunters called her. She never liked that nickname, as she operated just as well in the shadow or in broad daylight, and she thought of delicious slugs whenever someone said “shell”. If it was up to her, she would have called herself the Supreme Thief of the Eizper Underworld, but alas, life does not bow down to the whimsies of one little girl, does it?

‍Karys knew firsthand how monstrous life could be. When she was but a wee baby faun, her parents went for an innocent

teatime visit to their friends’ home. Their friend lived next to a young male faun that was always dabbling with odds and ends. That afternoon, over cakes and coffee, the young male faun had an explosive accident. He lost his arm, but his neighbours home collapsed, trapping the mild inhabitants under toxic flumes, heavy debris, and scorching heat.

‍Since then, Karys had been raised by her grandpa, Annas. It was from him that she learned all her gunpowder skills.

‍As Karys would tell you, life delights in throwing grenades your way. She became separated with her dear Annas during the chaos of the Ashenfrost,and had since to

carve out her own survival in the harsh world. Having stolen her first gun at the age of nine, she refined her thievery from all levels of Eizper society. When she successfully nicked a formidable wizard’s ring right from under his nose, he placed a nine digit bounty on her horns.

‍Since then, even getting close to Ad Serida, where she suspected her grandfather still was, proved too risky for Karys. She relied on migratory fauns for every scrap of information regarding Annas. And from the bottom of her heart, she believed that one day, life would finally give in and grant her a wish, that she would be reunited with her grandpa.