Erianthe Koraïs was born on a small island in the Aegean in 1984. She was the only child of Artemis "Emerald~Fire" Koraïs, a Fostern Theurge. Erainthe was only three years old when her mother was killed defending a neighboring Sept. She doesn't remember anything about her mother save the songs the Talesingers still sing in her honor. Erainthe grew up in the care of her kinfolk aunt and her maternal grandmother. She was never expected to Change. Indeed, for most of her childhood, Erianthe showed no signs of being the "typical" pre-Change kinfolk. But when she turned thirteen, she began to be extremely moody. Her foster mother chalked it up to puberty and the trials of growing up. But it was more than that. Her mood swings became more and more pronounced. When questioned, Erianthe could only say that she felt "at odds" with herself. The Den Mother of the Sept began to suspect the truth and informed the Sept Elders. They took up the watch. Erianthe's moods became progressively worse and on a still Autumn night, she experienced her First Change. She was only fifteen.

In many ways, the knowledge that she was Garou was a relief and comfort. Erianthe no longer felt as if she were going insane. She took to the training as well as any other new Cub, though she was a bit less enthusiastic about the rip-them-into-pieces side than your average Galliard. Less than six months later she was sent on her Rite of Passage. When she returned, it was a different Erianthe who greeted her Sept Elders. She stood taller, seemed so much older somehow. For the next few months she settled into routine as one of the several Cliaths in the Sept. She found a pack with several other Furies, and they eaked out a territory of their own, patrolling it on a regular basis. The pack concentrated on battled tactics and waited (quite impatiently) for permission to set out on a quest of their own.

Their wish was granted a year later when they were asked to go to South America to join the struggle there against the Wyrm...and perhaps find a wild place or two to protect. They set out mid-winter for Chile. Erianthe spent nearly two years there. One by one, each of her packmates fell. Each time, it was Erianthe who sang their funeral dirge. Before she even turned 18, her entire pack was dead, and she herself was near to death.

Those who knew her would have barely recognized her. She'd lost the raw vitality and innocence of her youth. And then there were the scars - on her right shoulder, dripping over her skin almost as if someone had turned her skin to water, down her arm nearly to her wrist. She never spoke of how she got the scars. She never spoke of what she went through during that time. Weeks later, though, she met a mixed pack in need of a member. She was without a pack, they needed someone - it seemed a less than perfect, but acceptable match. She began to strike up a sort of friendship with one of her packmates, a Fenrir named Irene. Two months later she challenged for Fostern, weaving a tale of the glorius (yet sorrow-filled) deaths of her sisters. The tale she sang brought many listeners to tears. They said they felt as if they were there beside Erianthe in the jungle, watching as her sisters fought well and died with honor. Those who listened could feel her loss, her heart-wrenching pain-filled pride. It surprised no one, then, that she succeeded in her challenge. Only days later the pack returned to the front lines, and Erianthe got to watch yet again as her pack disappeared. She abruptly left the Amazon after the incident and has journeyed to Charleston on one last mission - she has a tale to sing of a sister to a sister who needs to know.