<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/izQSSl0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Countess Emilia<strong>Tagging:</strong>Ember, The Grand Fool<br/><strong>HP:</strong>25/25<strong>Attack:</strong>d8<strong>Armor:</strong>0<br/><br/><strong>Active Stunts:</strong>None<br/><strong>Status:</strong>None<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Emilia dreamed of another life, of a time when she wasn't Countess Emilia but merely Emilia the rogue. She stepped beneath the dark spires of the mansion, cast in sharp relief by the silver moon behind them. A gnarled dead tree offered a point of entry, its barren outstretched branch practically a highway to the second floor windows. She slipped inside, magically muffled boots dampening the creaking of the old floorboards when she landed on them. Locked doors failed to slow her down as she made her way down hallways and into rooms, her trusty lockpicks serving as her skeleton keys. She reached her goal: a large oaken chest no doubt filled with priceless treasure for the taking -<br/><br/>The whisper of a breeze was her first and only warning; there was no wind outside. She whipped around but already the beast was halfway to her, claws extended and teeth bared. Emilia had boasted in drunker times that she was faster than any man or woman alive - but unfortunately her adversary was neither human nor alive, as she found out the hard way when its fangs bit into her neck.<br/><br/>Emilia's eyes snapped open. She hadn't had this dream for a long time, of the last moments of her old life and the rebirth of Countess Emilia, not since she had started to accept her condition even as she sought out a way to reverse it. Instead of her cushy quarters in the S-Spot where she had gone to sleep, she found herself standing on an infinite lake, the moon halfway above the horizon, its reflection completing the perfect sphere of the silvery orb. A pinch of her flesh brought no sensation, confirming that this was a dream within a dream.<br/><br/>She watched as the woman who was red - or was it the red that was a woman? - approached, standing passively in that dream state that accepted everything that happened no matter how outrageous. Another call to wake up, another place that was not where she had fallen asleep - a dream within a dream within a dream, this was starting to get too outrageous to quietly accept even in a dream. Another pinch, and a flash of sharp pressure answered in her flesh, followed by a swift electrical surge to her loins that left her wet and aching for more - no, this was no longer merely a dream.<br/><br/>Her surprise was dull, as was her annoyance at whatever mastermind was behind this - ever since she had turned, her emotions had been dampened, but her thirst had grown to make up for it. Not a thirst for blood, but a thirst for the white venom milked from men's fangless snakes and the dewy nectar that dripped from women's delicate orchids. A thirst that she realized could be sated by the woman tied to her, the chains linking two opposites together, one once pale in life now alabaster white and cool in bloodless undeath, the other ashes and embers and literally on fire. What would she taste like? Emilia found herself wondering. Smoky with a hint of heat?<br/><br/>Suppressing her urges, at least for now, she pulled on the chains until they were taut, but apparently they were disinclined to give. Looking around as she rose to her feet, she took in the scarlet banners, the packed bleachers, the masked audience. "It would seem that we are the entertainment," she observed. "And our fates are tied to each other, literally and figuratively. So, shall we cooperate?"