Karehna was born Stahl, into a strong bloodline, the daughter of two purebred Stahl, who were killed when she was but 6 months old. It was believed that she would die without her mothers breast to suck on, but against all odds Karehna survived. Walking by 10 months, she showed great physical ability. Hunting successfully by 5, she was sworn into the spear sisters mere days after her first bleed. One of the strongest fighters since then she has been given a position of power amongst them.

Karehna knew no love. No caring. Life was hard, it was rough, tough, unforgiving. Her first husband she had some feelings for, or perhaps his physical prowess, but he died in battle years ago. Since then she had taken another, but there was little affection, less love. He was less than her, she wrestled her way easily on top.. there was no challenge. She is bitter, strong, passionate about the strength of herself and her people, but she is also lonely.

Standing 5'10, she was little more than lean muscle, her breasts strapped down with cloth or leather. Unlike her sisters she did not parade around in stolen garments, but practical leathers, cloth, and perhaps, if it was an occasion, a silk to bind her hair. Her eyes hold a sadness, and a spark of passion, begging to be ignited.