In life Nexas Anubis was a simple girl living in an Allirian city near the Spine. She grew up a common girl, her father was a stall merchant in the city market and she was a bit of a trouble maker. She loved to fight the boys and be the toughest around, but she always did her best to never make enemies. Her family was middle class, so she was well off but didn't have everything.

That city was attacked by orcs while the army was called off to war and the city was defenseless. The orcs were coming and the people would not be able to get out in time. But two heroes stood their ground, vowing to defend the city until everyone can escape. Magnan Smithson, and Draegan.

Nexas could still remember looking back from her families wagon as the two heroes stood at the narrow gate where the orcs would funnel through. So statuesque and heroic while they faced a hoard of beasts head on. The city was able to evacuate with the help of Magnan while Draegan stayed behind... And days later she learned of his fate. Dead with a mountain of orc corpses around him and the chieftain spitted on his sword... taken by the orcs to be burned.

The people mourned the loss of the heroes, but celebrated that they were alive and their city saved. Nexas was overflowing with appreciation for the heroes, she was especially enamored with the heroics of Draegan as he stayed behind, knowing he would die, for the sake of the people. She took his sacrifice very personally.

As soon as she heard that his body was discovered she decided to go to it, against the wishes of her family and friends who thought her infatuation to be juvenile and impractical. She went anyways and appointed herself to watch over his grave. She lived by his grave, even building herself a small hut from where she could watch over him. She brought fresh flowers every day to his grave and made sure his stone was clean and well taken care of. She even built fences around it to discourage vermin and basically did everything in her power to make this a grave worthy of such a hero.

But as the years went on she knew that she would eventually grow old. So with regret in her heart she left his grave for a time to seek a way for her to watch over his grave for all eternity. Her search eventually brought her to a necromancer. She was able to convince him to help her with her plight and he made her undead.

Now she could watch over his grave for all eternity. She came to not even need her hut as she guarded his grave, content to just be at his side even in the fiercest storms. Her body would deteriorate over time, but she would not die even when she became bones and rags. She learned magic during those years which helped her pass the time as well as keep her body in a semi whole state. She would train and practice to scare away or kill any who would disturb his grave. She allowed non to approach his grave, it is a privilege she guarded only for herself.