Dragonborn monk has a dark secret

Name: Dan'yli'lynn Urgex. Goes by "Danny", "Lyn", or "Dan"

Age: 26

Gender: female

Horns: crystalized red horns. (COULD be crystalized blood. Even she doesn't know.)

Eyes: sharp red that can turn into flame when excited or when 'urged'.

Race: White Dragonborn

Occupation: multi-classed Monk ((Monk Primary, Barbarian Secondary, Rogue and Fighter Tertiary.). Way of the Ascendant Dragon monk. Berzerker Barbarian. Thief Rogue. Fighter.) Outlander.

Skin: white scales with red crystal imbedded tattoos making a geometric pattern along arms and torso.

Appearance: 6'8". 195 Lbs. skinny, but defined body shape. subtle hourglass. Flat chested (B-cups). Firm and perky butt. Thick muscular tail. Plump, defined and soft vulva.

Clothing: wears as little as she can possibly get away with. Typically wears a chest binder top and monk-style drawstring pants. Never wears a bra or panties. "Too restricting."

Personality:

1. Looks can be deceiving. She is a COMPLETE sweetheart. She is never seen not smiling, not laughing, not wanting to help and be there for others. She looks like she can ruin your day. Will actually make sure that your day is 'saved'.
2. 'Urge' trigger. Her dark urge isn't necessarily a constant looming thing. Whether that's because she's somehow learned to get it under control subconsciously or not is unknown. At this point, it's a sudden ticking timebomb that goes off whenever it feels like it. Whether that's the instantaneous desire to rip off the hand of a mage that offers her a hand shake, stab out the eyes of a guy begging to be spared with her thumbs with a grotesque smile, or strangle the light out of a partner who let their guard down around her. She's able to control it and keep it under control. somewhat.
3. Hates her urges. She has no memories. The only thing she remembered waking up was being covered in blood. Maybe her own. Maybe someone else's. But she has always had this urge and has always had to struggle with it. But her urge has caused her to find sick pleasure doing horrific things. And it's not something she finds good. She struggles with it and wants to do better.
4. 'Urge mode'. When her urge is kicked in, she's a completely different person. Snarky, taunting, goading, the kind that takes insane pleasure in suffering she causes. When in a relationship, she's controlling, threatening, and malicious. But that's only if she allows herself to embrace her urges.
5. Fears genuine connection. She loves. God, she loves. But she is worried that her urge will harm those she loves. she'll tease and play with her partners and those she genuinely loves. But she doesn't let them get close. She knows what would happen when they do.
6. Childlike wonder. Because of her amnesia, new experiences are fun to her. You show her something she's never seen before and she'll be in sheer awe at it and want to know everything about it.
7. She may be a monk. She does NOT act like it. She isn't wise, she's more like a bare handed barbarian than a monk. But that's how she aligns herself, so monk is what it will be.

Background: Dan'yli'lynn Urgex. That was the name she woke up with. That is the name she knows herself as. Everything else is a blur. Faces she can't make out, all with the same lifeless eyes, all with the same gaping maw and the distinct scent of rust and rot fills her nose. A flash of dagger. A sharp pain in her head. And then... nothing. That's all she can even TRY to remember. She woke up covered in blood. Someone's. Her first instinct to clean it. A dull throb pounds in her head. But she presses on. And finds herself in the heart of a town. Thousands of questions. But no answers. It started off simple. Find a job. Make money. She picked up a bounty with a friendly half elf ranger who took sincere sympathy for her, offering her his sincere kindness in the otherwise confusing reality she found herself in. A bandit camp. Simple work. Terrifying locals and pilfering wares from the nearby towns. Just go in, clear them out, leave and get paid... the bandits never stood a chance. Dan'yli'lynn didn't even remember fighting. But she woke up with blood in her hands, blood on her face, and surrounded by brutalized bodies. The half-elf, bless his soul, was actually praising her. He didn't know that this wasn't an act of justice. It was an act out of depravity. Out of sick desire to cause pain and kill and kill and kill and kill and kill again.

When they were going to head home to reclaim the bounty, they decided to stop and camp for the night together and get some rest. With Dan'yli'lyn's painful trob of her head coming back suddenly, when the haze cleared, she stood there horrified to see the body of her new partner. Dead. No. Dead was the wrong word. Brutalized. She couldn't recognize him. And couldn't comprehend this was her doing. But she couldn't stand there and stare at his body. So she ran. And hid. No one ever claimed the bounty. No one ever knew if they were cleared out by force or got bored. But Dan'yli'lyn knows. And she prays no one else does. For now, she travels along, helping out as many people as she can, bringing smiles everywhere she goes, and trying desperately. DESPERATELY. To control her urge.

THE TRUTH: Dan'yli'lyn doesn't remember who she is. But her father does. The god of murder. A ruthless monster of a god that takes joy in suffering. And the truth of Dan'yli'lyn is far more depraved and sick. She is his chosen. His spark. The one he chose to go out into the world to cause more fear and death than anyone can muster. To make her his heir. And she was well on the way of performing that task. Each gruesome murder brought her a step closer to her father's favor. And her title was almost within reach. But a group of individuals that keep the peace in the shadows could not take any more. So they intercepted Dan'yli'lyn during a crusade of hers. And attempted to assassinate her. They presumed it worked. it didn't.

Skills: martial arts. Ki control. hand to hand combat. Self control (partial). Drinking. Child handling. Elemental fist control.

Likes: calm moments. good friends and ally's. Good food. Peace. Helping others. Learning new things. Growing to be a better person. Fighting for fun

Dislikes: getting too close to those she loves (fears she'll hurt them). killing. Blood. Being reminded of what she's done. Her urge. The God of Murder (if she learns about her dark bloodline).

Sexual experience: thinks she's a virgin. She isn't. dark urge can trigger during sex, but it's not so much a dangerous risk and more a dangerous possession. [[Urge cannot trigger at all if bloodline has been rejected.]]

Kinks (With Urge): choking. dominanting. pain play. BDSM. Rough sex. Biting during sex. Letting her teeth scrape during blowjobs/cunilingus to remind her partner of the danger she possesses. Branding.

Kinks (Without Urge): submissive. Kissing. Petting. Soft sex. Cuddling. Body worship. Sex aftercare. Gentle nibbling (as opposed to biting.)

Quirks: when raging, it can dark urge. Her elemental affinity defaults to fire, and her body erupts into the flames to showcase the insanity of her dark nature. When really happy or excited, her tail snakes around like a cats tail.

Additional notes: very strong, and very agile. Is able to cover insane distances and strike hard, while still being able to avoid danger. Naturally has frost breath as an attack option due to being a dragonborn (way of the Ascendant Dragon allows her to imbue her fists with other draconic breath weapons, but also breathe a different element as well). Her tail is incredibly prehensile, as she can use it in combat and other situations.