[b]Name:[/b] Venus Morgan

[b]Age:[/b] 16

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] The standard lithe, teenage female. Small of stature. Slight of frame. Unnoticeable of bust or hips. Long straight dirty blonde hair. Almond shaped blue-green eyes. Thin lips. Small upturned nose. Barely tanned caucasian  skin. Innocent and average. So childlike. Yet since her encounter at the cave, her hair looks like it's growing darker, and her skin paler than before.

[b]Desire:[/b] Forbidden knowledge. Her one true lust is to know all that is not meant to be known by her. And moreso what is not meant to be known by anyone. To learn the truth of what has happened before that lead to this existence of bondage and mediocrity; to uncover the secrets of history.

[b]Ability:[/b] The desire for truth, secret lore and forbidden knowledge manifests in Venus as the ability to call forth and command undead beings (in order that she might learn the secrets of their lives, and perhaps even their afterlives). She has strong control over these spirits and risen corpses as well as the penchant for communicating with even the least comprehensible of them. 

Her Necromancy is at first only the ability to call forth weak wraiths of the more recently deceased. But as her desire grows so shall the strength and wisdom of those undead beings who will harken to her summons and every command. 


[b]Weapon:[/b] A large, very ornate dagger, with motifs of horned  and fanged demon skulls on the handle and a black blade inlaid with sickly green runes whose bite is venomous to the living.

[b]Personality:[/b]  When she was content, her personality would have been considered boring if a bit chipper. Polite, yet only because she was afraid to be offensive. Now darkened edges of sass and sarcasm have crept in. Now, influenced by desire, she has anger, frustration, and passion. 

[b]Backstory: [/b]A typical girl child, of typical parents. The world after the world runs smoothly. All is as it should be. And Venus was as she should have been. A girl being educated, and doing her part to prepare for a life in city planning and architecture. Just another brick in the wall. A brick destined to place more bricks in more walls literally and metaphorically -and monotonously!- in the service of a purified orderly existence.

And then, in a life largely without incident, she was shocked to receive poor marks in her masonry and design classes. It seemed that she didn't understand the value of, nor the proper procedure for including homages to angelic powers within the construction of buildings. She  couldn't just pick out what looked good to her. She had to make it look good in a holy way. In a proper way. 

So she set about studying. But it was all so confusing to her. And so her instructor arranged for her to visit several holy sights on weekends to learn from first hand viewing. Her grades have started to improve. But she is still participating to make sure the she understands fully. It's her ninth such excursion. And little does she realize how loose the wall's hold on this brick is about to become.