My father, Tomaz Rhau-Nys, was undertaking a week long ritual sacrifice when my mother, Anya Rhau-Nys, went into labour prematurely. At the moment my father made the sacrifice, my mother gave birth. The dying soul endeavoured to take possession of my new born soul and it took all my father’s dark magic and a long battle to save my life.
Being born in death made me a Dark Weaver, many consider Dark Weavers a freak of nature, most are not allowed to survive, but my father was determined that I be given a chance of life. But the price I’ve had to pay is a high one, I’ve had to live in the shadows, on the edge of life, staring death in the face every day. Also the battle for my soul left me horribly disfigured, my natural form is not one everybody wishes to see.
There are times when it is a struggle to survive, but over the years I’ve managed to create the illusion of a more suitable appearance and find a balance that has enabled me to spend less time in the shadows…and more time amongst the living.
My powers give me the ability to draw on the forces of darkness, bending it to my will, creating almost anything I desire, though my main weapon is an energy whip which can be lethal, especially as I can always draw down more energy to increase its power. I also use dark magic to enhance my Dark Weaver abilities and of late, I’ve discovered that I also have the ability to heal, which was something quite unexpected. However, the healing is reserved only for those who inhabit the darkside, it would actually prove fatal to anyone else.
I’m always surrounded by demons, I rely on them for protection if needed, they are also my ‘eyes and ears’ in the darkness, keeping me informed of any shifts in power or trouble that may be brewing.
As for my name…well there was once a Rhau-Nys Clan, but that is now all in the past and I see no need to provide an explanation as to what happened. Except that I was born Torena Rhau-Nys and out of respect for my mother, took her name when she died.