New reference sheet I commissioned from the amazing abanob.
Original Submission: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4240111/

Little background story I wrote for her:
Born from a lineage of mystical creatures, Emmajen was destined to be a steward of the great Northern Temple of the Moon. For generations her family had kept the sacred grounds safe and protected the relics and treasures enshrined within. Many of the females of her family had been revered as priestesses, performing ancient rituals under the silver moonlight. Others had been guardians, donning elaborate armor and weapons. The temple was a place of pilgrimage for many beings who worshiped the moon.
Her gryphon mother was a teacher of sacred lore and her unicorn father was a proud temple guardian who was seldom at home. She had a sister who was seven years older than her. Her childhood was average, she was friends with many of the other children. She attended training and mass every week. Around the age of ten she began to question and doubt her role in the world. She became plagued with vivid terrible dreams.
One particular dream changed the course of her life. She was twelve years old when it happened. He came to her in a dream. She thought it was like any other nightmare she had awoken from before, but it was different. The flash of his toothy grin, the eerie glow of his fiery eyes, the sharp claws dripping with a thick black fluid. She could not forget his delighted laughter as he tore her flesh from bone. A long deep slash from the right side of her face down across her right arm. One last glimpse of his smug face as she fell into a sea of dark liquid. The burning sensation continued as she awoke, gasping for air. Her heart pounded in her chest, she sat up dazed and confused. Fearfully she looked at her right arm and what she saw left her stunned. The skin and feathers of her arm appeared to be dyed black where the demon had touched. She quickly touched her face and scrambled out of bed to gaze in a mirror. The same inky markings marred the once snow white of her face and her right eye was now a blazing swirling orb of orange fire. Her head swirled, her mind rushed in disbelief, maybe she was still dreaming. She lifted her head to look at herself once more. As the reality set in, she let out a piercing scream. Her mother rushed in to the room, but what she saw made her recoil in fear and disgust.
Her mother took her to the priestesses of the temple, looking for a cure or some guidance. A demonic energy flows from those marks, they all agreed. They performed rituals of purification and sacred ceremonies to cleanse the corruption, all to no avail. She was touched by a demon, cursed to be shunned by her own kind. She was feared and hated, looked at as an abomination or a vessel of evil. She would always wear a large hood and sleeve to cover her black marks.
Years later her sister had left and her father had died. Her mom was treated as an outcast as well due to her. She was driven into depression by her guilt and self hatred. She hardly ever left her house, afraid of what everyone thought about her.
When she was 21 years old she had another fateful dream. A being of pure silver light came to her. She floated, awash in a sea of cool comforting light. The being told her that to cure her corruption she must vanquish the demon that had afflicted her. A drop of silver light came to rest on her chest. When she awoke she felt so peaceful and safe. To her surprise she found a necklace with a silver stone shaped like a teardrop hanging around her neck. A soft silver-blue light emanated from it. She noticed that something else was glowing in the room. She turned to look behind her and her eyes widened as she saw that at the end of her tail was a flickering silver-blue fire. She stared in shock as the mystical fire did not hurt or feel warm. She hesitantly touched the flame, but it just felt cool and calming as it danced playfully in her hand. A smile crept across her face as she got up to look in the mirror once more. The black markings were still there, but the tips of her ears also harbored the same cool flames. She pondered for a second at the new turn of events. As she gently handled the necklace, she knew what she had to do.

Art ©  abanob
Character and story © me!