Among the mysterious, and unkown

Darkness.

Why was it always darkness? Why not a simple ray of light to illuminate? Why not a candle in the middle of the room? Why not-

Crickkkk...

The floorboards above sounded ominously in the vast, unrelenting darkness, darkness you could probably take a knife to and cut. But, there was no knife to be found. At least, in this cellar.

"M....Mother?" A single voice in the darkness, "A...Are you there?" The owner took a step forward, only to yelp in surprise as the floor dropped away. Scrambling back, they almost lost their balance, hinging on the blade of greatsword.

As they regained their balance, their eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, if but slightly. The hole was thin and extremely shallow. They'd panicked over nothing.

Crickkkkkk...

Sighing, the frightened person walked forward, regardless of the peril that no doubt was waiting in the gloom.

And, with each hesitant step, the outline of a door grew, seemingly taunting them. The wooden frame held together by cheap bricks and even cheaper glue, suddenly opened, pouring light into the room...

Illuminating the vast piles of corpses that lay rotting on the ground around them, each one more mutilated than the last, some without limbs, some without eyes, some without anything that could be called a body part. The smell of blood and decay overpowering, the person tried to stumble away, the corpses moving into one large mass. As the person turned, a large man in a large, black, bloodstained robe entered the light, his huge, demonic sythe glistening with fresh blood...

"You shouldn't have done that...."

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Arch awoke in a cold sweat, her blankets fallen to the floor, leaving her naked form shivering in the cold sunlight. She hadn't thought about the window all night, and now that she did, she was glad she'd downed a blood bag to fuel her shield, else she'd be a pile of cold, hard ashes right now.

She collected herself, shivering in the aftermath of that... Dream... and got up, dressing herself in her usual regelia of plate, platemail, chainmail and cloth armor, the black and orange contrasting at the belt. Sighing, she grabbed the gloves, slipping them on as easily as the last hundred thousand times, and sighed in frustration like every morning. She hated being five foot three, too short for her own good. Shame she hadn't been gifted in the magic that some other vampires had, levitation would be extremely nice for her.

But, being a Tremere, she couldn't really complain. Being able to pop a blood vessle so violently that the owner felt it a thousand fold? Being able to boil someone's blood slowly, making them wither until that last moment of boiling when they exploded into a goope of blood, flesh and organs? Being able to summon a blood shield to protect yourself? Being able to do what most other vampires failed to be able to do once after their Embrace, walk in the sun?

She shrugged, like always, as she combed her raven black hair, cleaning her dragon blood tattoo of all the grime she'd collected the last day of study. Sighing, she put the comb down. Not one bloody piece of progress, and still she grew older each passing day. Not literally, of course, but figuratively, since vampires, especially Tremere, the masters of blood, never aged.

She went down the flight of stairs into her special room, her basement, which was easily the size of the rest of the house doubled and coated in a blend of Iron and Silver ores, each mined from the earth by her hand, and looked upon the very thing she'd come to love and hate over the past centuries.

A Philosopher's Stone, barely the side of an eyeball, hung in the center of the room, suspended via magnets. The swirling mass of quick silver, mithril and stone seemed to recognise her and slowed slightly, as if the mass were intelligent. The shelves littered around the outside of the room and a mini labyrinth of the blasted things going inward slightly, barely three yards, held all the ingredents native to Earth and a few to the other plains.

"So, still here huh?" She asked in her alto voice, going up to the stone, "What mysteries shall we uncover today?"

((Waiting for review. Also, upon reading the rules (which i thought were going to be rather straightforward and stuff), I realize how some of this isn't exactly canon in this world (I was going off Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines, since that seems to be the canon for a lot of other place I've RP'd), so I'll change if need be.))

((But, if you wish me to make it plain as day and irritate the living Hells out of me, I'll post an

Name, Age, Species, personality (I will have to quit if you require more than an extremely vague description),  weapons, armor and her powers.))

dont worry. you wont have to quit. like the bio.