Her first memorie is that of pain and confusion... and that of lying in a bed. She did not remember her name, who she was, why she was there or anything else about herself. It would happen to be that a family of fellow elves took her in, bandaged her and gave her work, pretty much to help with the cleaning and generally with things. The family returned a blade to her, saying it was her. She kept it, but it would not be until a few days later when the village was attacked that she would take that blade to protect those that were kind to her, it is then when she performed very well, not only defending the village but repelling the attack entirely. She was greeted by the village as a hero, but it was also then when the voices begun, she could hear it. "Kill him... kill him... kill him" it commanded, so she did. Everything turned to panic then and she fled, confused and uncertain.
In a smaller city, she would meet a man that offered her money and a place to stay if she was willing to do some inappropriate work. Naturally she did not knowdue to a lack of memories what that meant and went with him.
It was then when she found the excitement, the fire in the passion of flesh... until the voices made her murder everybody in the Brothel. Once again she fled, just as confused and irritated as the time when she left the village. A time later she would meet a priestess, naked and "praying". She spoke of her goddess, Phereanna, and how much she loves this act of faith, how much joy this is.
Interessted she inquired the priest about the rites and acts.
It all ended in a feast of flesh once more. "What is your name", the priestess asked. "Slut", the amnesia driven elf replied. "No that cant be your name." the priestess replied "Then It must be that I have no name, I was called girl before then. if I had a name I do not remember it." The elf explained how she does not remember and what had happened since they both met. "I understand", replied the priestess interested. "I will give you a name then", the priestess smiled. "Shae"
"And for the voices in your head, this may or may not work, if you give yourself to another, think of our beloeved goddess Phereanna, pray to her... and maybe the voices will change..."
And so she tried. and so it worked, the voice demanded for acts of lust, for the act of passion. Eventually she noticed the influence it had on her mind, what she had become, she didnt want that, she thought it was pathetic and her tone and wording changed, everyday begun to seem terrible and even the slightest complication irritated her. In the end she took her things and left for Kalt.
In Kalt she found herself a place to stay in a brothel, just as she did before, it would not last long though, her abilities in the swordplay would not go unnoticed after a few rather dangerous occurances in the brothel with a few male drunks. They did not take well to it and returned in a small number the next day, all turning up dead in the end.
The owner suggested her to find a guild to join, she would certainly have a better place in one of those than as a whore and directed her towards a guild that has recently been in the rise.
She followed that advice and applied to be a member of the Darkmoon mercenaries.