[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s17.postimg.cc/ka8uqfrzj/bella-heathcote-gif-2.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: Corner of Portland Place & Oxford Street -> Westminster Bridge (Northside)
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A [/center][hr]	Virginia noticed Mary's smile - she supposed that it was only fitting for Mary to smile at the mention of Veliona. She was the Dark Maiden, after all - a goddess of death and remembrance, of power and strength. Had she not a brother to care for and friends to defend from the trappings of society, Virginia fancied she would have pledged herself to dark forces and campaigned in Veliona's name. It was what her mother had always wanted for her, that much she was certain of. As for what happened after death...Well, that would be a thrilling adventure. 

	As much as her family was enamored with death, Virginia never thought much on what was awaiting behind the curtain. She preferred to focus her attention on the here and now. She could be enthralled with death and the chaos it brought on, attending public executions with her brother and observing intently as the necks were snapped as the victims fell. She could obtain cadavers and dissect them, teaching herself more about the human body than most people her age would care to know. And yet, what occurred after death did not trouble her. If pressed, she might recite a belief that Veliona would protect her - that she would see her ancestors again - but she had every intention to Seek Life Elsewhere. It was not yet her death day.