<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lvktwdd.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelie Christenson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=270602.msg13333259#msg13333259)<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><strong>AC</strong>30;<strong>HP</strong>75/75<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Undead!<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All | Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>There was fighting, so much fighting.  She wasn't sure exactly what she was fighting.  It was as if a haze had settled over her memories or dreams of what had happened.  Still it was a vivid dream full of fear, anger, and violence.  Peasants, lackeys, minions, whatever else the more sophisticated of the noblesse called their servants were dying left and right.  They would scream and fall to their deaths, some simply impaled, others eviscerated.  It was bloody and messy.  Typically her dealings were with the already-dead, they did not leave such wet and sticky messes behind them when they were destroyed.  With a glowing, disembodied hand she attacked the Vampire Lord--a man, a name...Adrian Daerheart.  He had died, but now was not dead, now he was wreaking horrible vengeance upon those that had "tried" to slay him.  Amelie was one such unfortunate soul.  Despite her expertise she was not able to strike him.<br/><br/>She remembered the gauntlet, the razor-fingered gauntlet that she had taken from...Lord Sanguinar.  He was clumsily using it--in her opinion--to satisfy some growing lust for blood, violence, and destruction.  It could have been cursed, it could have been tainted by some dark power, it could have been a number of things, but she slipped it on anyway to help her fight off the coming monster.  With one last swipe of the Spectral Hand she managed to catch him on the chest, but the eerie glow of the hand was right in front of her, and his face--handsome?  Lovely?<em>Desireable</em>?--was there in front of her twisted with a sneering grin.<br/><br/>He disappeared soon after to continue his rampage.  The last thing that Amelie remembered was a feeling...a curious feeling.  She hadn't ever realize just how warm her own blood felt as it poured from her body, over her legs, over her hands.  She laid on the ground as the darkness came.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She awoke with a start, as if she had just had a nightmare.  The lack of a racing heart and sweat-soaked skin would have been obvious signs that it was no nightmare.  Expecting to be in a bed as she awoke she bumped into the lid of the coffin--the hard wooden thing--and felt only the barest pang of pain.  She still had the gauntlet on.  Was it a dream?  Reflexively she felt around in the coffin to figure out what it looked like as she began to realize that she could see, though it was in a way that was alien to her.  She shifted around violently inside the coffin as she pushed up against the lid.  It was sealed shut, but didn't seem to be too tightly held...  With a few pounds of one bare fist and her clawed gauntlet the lid swung open suddenly, letting her out into the presence of the Vampire Lord.<br/><br/>"What is..." she commented, a momentary cough coming to her lips as she sat up in the coffin.  With some soreness and stiffness to her joints she pulled herself out of the coffin, and looked in the direction of the owner of the voice.<br/><br/><em>Him.</em><br/><br/>"You!" she said, startled, and moved as if ready to defend herself, though she didn't--couldn't?--bring herself to ready an attack.  There was something, some tangible<em>something</em>in the back of her mind that felt like a tether.  She could feel the presence or the pressure of Adrian's power over her.  There was some urge welling up in her throat to address him as "master", which she likely would find herself unable to hold back much longer.  The feeling was confining, restricting, and she hated it.  She hated everything that came with being owned or subservient to another, and this...bond was more profound than any sort of feeling she'd encountered before.<br/><br/>"What--" she began as the details slowly filtered in, "what is this?  What do you want--" she grit her teeth though her lips eventually followed her intent, "Master?"