Telia is from a Terran archipelago-covered planet called March, of the dual-starred Berenices system. March has very similar climate of earth, but slightly weaker gravity. The societies' governments lean slightly more towards socialism than democracy than they do on Earth, but she believes more in democracy.

So, if one really wants to look into the beginning, Telia started her life standing precisely ten foot tall, but not nearly as proportioned as she is now. The first thing she remembers seeing is lots of gold water, bubbles, and a distorted view of the world on the other side of the glass. The first person she remembered seeing was a kitsune in a white coat, whose name she had a hard time with, so she just called him 'Mr. H.' To this day she doesn't remember his full name. Every day she learned, every day she grew stronger, and every day she was tested. Slowly, though, the tests grew disturbing, dark, and progressively more stressful, painful. She wished she had a key to the door, to leave, to escape. One day, she realized her tail granted her exactly that, seeing the tip of it twitch, blur, and shift. Once the door was open, she remembered the silvery halls glowing red and tinted dark. How she blended in great with that color. Even though it was red-on-red, one room she passed caught her eye. No, it was more like a small vault, with a window. A sword lay on a rack. She entered the vault, and approached. She heard Mr. H's voice behind her, as her hand descended on the hilt.
Touching the handle of the sword was the last moment she remembered being within the facility walls, and the last time she saw Mr. H. She woke up in a deep canyon, the sword stuck in the ground in front of her. Since then, she's kept the weapon in her possession. For some reason, it made her feel calm. Feel hope when she felt depressed. Feel humble when she felt accomplished after climbing out of the deep canyon, not knowing how to fly this early in her waking life. It almost taught her the way to live an honest life. Eventually, she made her way to a city, over land and sea, and learned even more. She's constantly learning, and enjoys learning. Enjoys helping others. She lifted I-beams for construction workers when their crane had malfunctioned. She painted over walls defaced with graffiti. Cared for animals and brought them to shelters. It wasn't long before she learned the way the modern society works and what hurdles to jump to become a citizen in it, before her skills really began to flourish.
From helping people in need and performing in the streets, to opening her successful bakery, to pave the way for college, the fine arts, digital arts, learning to love technology, to use it to better herself. She did all those things in her life, and lived long. Had a home, where she practiced bettering her strength, practiced bettering her skill with her beloved sword, and a few others. And gathered -almost- enough wealth to nearly satisfy her love for it... -almost-. One day, this love made her a target on a dark night. A dark night she didn't remember after being surrounded, and she heard an ear-ringing 'BLAM' behind her. However, she didn't wake up robbed, or violated. She woke up with ripped clothes, but a full wallet. Why? And why were these aged beings all staring at her from above?
A society within a society. Out of view of the public, almost something dark, and sinister. But evil isn't what she saw when she stepped along the avenue mirrored of the world above, with the golden sky. Where stars fell in daylight and danced in the twilight. Something she wished she had known earlier. An organization of spirits and mystery. It's here she learned that magic really existed. Up until now in her life, she thought it was dead... almost... the only thing that kept her thinking was her tail, and her sword. Later she finds that of this society, even though it's rare, few people leave the view of the overwatch's scrying eyes. Her father, and mother, were two. She learned this, but was never told who they were, or why she woke up without them as an adult. She did, however, find out that it was a good thing that she kept her red blade throughout her life, though was never told why, only learning the weapon's name: Keiruli. But this aside, she spent quite a bit of her life after that flipping between this world and the ignorant one above, keeping her life together and financial frivolities in line while learning of the mystic and arcane below. She studied, learned the language of her people, and attempted to learn magic as well.
However, she could not perform like most others. She had been wired differently, almost. 'Mana' was a concept she could not entirely grasp or utilize. This still did not stop her from trying. She spent years trying to cause something paranormal. Out of frustration, one night, her temper flared slightly, and she punched the wall in frustration. She wasn't surprised her strength sent her fist through it. She was, however, surprised that the opposite wall of the next room had also been smashed in the process. This was the only thing she was ever able to do, so she practiced. She had to 'feel' the magic come from deep within.. but the use of it came at a price. She got a lot of comments about 'losing weight' and 'exercise' in the ignorant world above. Somewhere throughout her studies, she began to experiment with other people, magical friends below. This was a little tougher to explain, after one night with too much magical substances of influence, when she suddenly was on the surface with rather... obnoxious, and sudden endowments, and why she had a tendency to store things between them.
She also did pursue the art of the magical trinket. Starting with the basics of creation of the mundane item, which she found a natural skill for her given her tolerance for heat and impressive strength, she continued to study to imbue said objects with magical properties, but again she could not replicate the procedure most used, and was the safest. An old method of carving runes into an item to channel energies was learned there, called Runecrafting, and she found it to her liking. She enjoyed the amount of planning and calculation it took to enchant an item properly... almost like a puzzle. With the amount of calculation that went into it, she could never do more than make simple and temporary trinkets, but it was a fun hobby nonetheless. Her studies grew more and more intense each day, and it was entirely her choice, but it made her tired. When practicing with her priceless red sword, she overswung, and fell flat on her back. Exhausted. She stared at the ceiling for hours, tired, aching. She got another feeling... “... I need a vacation.”

Whether it was fate or a premonition with that feeling, it was lucky she was far away on a delightfully warm beach, soaking up sun, when the sky suddenly went totally white, and color drained from everything. On that half of the world, everyone knew why this moment was soon later to be called 'The White Event'. She shielded her eyes and squinted, glancing in the distance to the brightness on the watery horizon... the blinding white light retracting towards her home. An minutes after being blinded, she felt the shockwave of the bombs that exploded miles and miles away. Hours later, she helped those weaker than her get to shelter as the tsunamis and flows bore down on them, from the island the city was on completely sinking into the ocean. It took a week and a half for the storms and the tide to settle, and she can go out, and be in private, to find out her charm to reach the magical realm would not work no longer... she never heard from that planet's magical society again. She was sure there were more besides her that had survived, but she could not search. War was on her world, and she knew she could help.
It took a while for her to find a force willing to take her in. Her hometown's military completely gone along with their land, she eventually found a group of those from the city that were as fortunate as her to be away at the right time. None of them would stand for the destruction of what they owned, what they loved, what they called 'home'. She had trained herself, practiced consistently in the art of archaic weapon use, and mild use of ballistic weaponry... but this was the time of fusion and powered implants and magnetized armor. She had to learn once more, how to shoot a weapon of concentrated energy, how to wear armor that moved with you, rather than simply protecting you... and she did fight, and she fought hard. There were a few times where things were quiet, however, that she craved to continue fighting. People around her called her insane a few times, though never to her face...
The force of of the LF, Liberators of Fate, or what the translation of their gibberish name was, kept up their war of terrorizing the populace for only two and a half years. Simply because the whole world bore down on them after they had sunk the island-bearing city... Telia was not a known hero of the war. She was mentioned, offhandedly as 'The Remnants' along with the rest of her unit, but not by name. She wanted to march in, and strike at their leader. But Telia was merely a mercenary in the war. One faction had a powerful air-force, and she and her men were launched at a base nearby to what was the LF's base of operations... Telia, however, knew she was a hero. The others hired with her fell at her sides. Plasma and energy tore at her armor, but it would not puncture or melt through her hide. She shot. She ran. She slashed. She screamed flame. By morning, she was the only one alive in a ten mile radius. In the evening, there were a thousand planes fueled and ready to launch.
Telia got a new place to live. Picked up the pieces. She had no medals, no mementos but her armor, and her rifle, and her sword fed with the blood of at least a hundred over the years of war. She was a little frightened at what she saw herself doing at her final fight, but she found the sensations familiar. She pushed it away, striding toward a peaceful life again... As years after the war continued to tick on, she found herself, falling into the same rhythm as she did before she discovered the magical realm. She could never find her way back into that place, or find out if it even still existed. The earnings from the war, seeing as she got the most of the payment from the mercenary force, rebuilt a home, a bakery, found a place to forge and practice magic in secret... she continued further, a love for food to fuel her magic causing her to expand to not only baking but making delicious pizza pies as well. Eventually, between the successes she had over the years, she decided she needed to see more of the world to learn further... fifty plus years at it burned the dragoness out a little. She found monotony in things she found enjoyable nowadays.
Idly, she was amused at herself when she was packing for her trip to explore the world. Packing away things in her cleaveage, there were more than a few times that she wouldn't have known a way to explain what she was putting between her obnoxiously-sized breasts. A five-man tent. Her laptop. A solar battery for it. A portable stove and fuel for it. A cooler full of food. A small collection of knives, blades, and a few of her guns. Though she would never, ever put her beloved red sword inside, she slung that on her back. She brought a bag full of simple artistic tools to sketch what she saw along the way. She brought enough gear with her light luggage and secret subspace cleaveage to the point that she would not need to come back for a long, long time. She appointed people to watch her businesses, tied up loose ends, and as quickly as she had entered the society, she left. She travelled. Explored the world. She travelled by land, by sea, by air. Saw the greenest of trees, the deepest of oceans, the ruins of the past, the wonders of the world.
Some part of the universe laughs at her, sees her boredom with the monotony of mundane life, and beckons. She knew she wouldn't come back for years, but nothing could prepare her for what would happen as she was sailing over the ocean... a slight distortion in her focus, an unbalance in the gravity, and a static charge in the air... it was the only warning she
got. This is where the chapter of Telia's life in Infinitas begins.

Sometimes Telia can be seen putting things into or pulling objects out of the space between her breasts. She has some knowledge on how to store items in a pocket in space, and does so usually with the one there. She knows how to reach into any other one that isn't secured in some way. Over the years she's been here, she's gathered a large number of items, so there's really only four limitations to her subspace pocket, as follows:

• Life limitations disallow her placing in things that cannot survive in an oxygen-thin environment – she generally doesn't like people trying to climb in otherwise, but anything that somehow finds itself in her subspace pocket has about ten minutes to live before asphyxiation
• Dimensional limitations of the item are restricted to what can fit in her cleaveage and be obscured.
• Mass and volume limitations as per a type IV bag of holding (1:25 weight, 1:20 volume), proportionate to the weight of her bust. Shrinking her entire figure also shrinks the mass/volume of the contents of the subspace pocket, but shrinking her bust alone decreases the capacity of the subspace pocket. If volume or mass limits are exceeded, the subspace pocket instantly collapses and reforms, but the contents prior to collapse are lost, spat out amongst the multiverse.
• Knowledge limitation prevents Telia from having anything she wants that she might own available to her at any time. Given her mass and volume limitations and the ownership of a home, in order to prevent item loss she tends to only take what she needs to a situation, save for a few exceptions that she seems to carry on her at almost all times that revolve mostly around personal defense, personal amusement, and most importantly, snacks.

Telia has a second form, basically a meaner, angry, and much stronger version of her normal body. She's totally incapable of triggering this form at will; someone else has to do it for her. She must first be made angry. Very angry. Then she has to be struck -just- hard enough. Not enough to kill her, but not enough for her to simply shrug off. What would kill a normal-sized person. A bullet is usually a fair guess. This form has been triggered by Keiruli in the lab, in the alley before she encountered the magical academy by the gun-wielding muggers, and was lightly tapped in her push for the LF base. The reason why she has this form is related to why she woke up fully grown in a large glass tube. It would also explain why her physical body age is actually 79, even though it's been 58 years since she stepped from the tube. Since her arrival on Infinitas there's only been one instance where something has gotten a small taste of her other half, not even triggering a full change, and they aren't able to tell the tale.