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[h2]Wraith of Dagger[/h2][b][color=darkred]Chapter 0 - False Longing[/color][/b][hr]
With a satisfying click, the dirk locked itself in place within the key hole. The gate opened with a low rumbling, and silvery light filled your vision. Before you lies an empty circular chamber, save for the ornate throne of wood and steel situated at the dead center of it. On top of it was a gigantic figure, both fearsome and noble-looking. Its' face was ever shifting, and the cape draping his form was woven not from fabric, but blades of various shape and size.

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[color=darkred]"Here at last,"[/color] the Wraith beckoned. Its face was still ever changing, but for a moment, you thought you saw the creature smile.
[color=darkred]"Come closer, my child. Let me see your face."[/color]

You started to regret relinquishing the Dirk at the gate. Not that you thought it could help you fend off the creature - should it decide to turn on you, but you thought it would be better to have [i]something[/i], rather than [i]nothing[/i].

Yet you digress. No matter what your mind was thinking, your body seemed to be inclined to obey the creature before you. With reluctant steps, you inch closer to the being of blades and bones. And once you were close enough, it reached out its hands, and caressed your face gently. Though, gentle as it may be, its fingers were still made of blades, and soon blood began to trickle down your cheeks.

"[i]Wait. Blood? Cheeks?[/i]" You thought to yourself. Then you touched your other cheeks with your own hand, and realized. There's skin on your face! It was never there before. It would seem that by meeting the creature, some part of you were restored.

Satisfied with your shock and confusion, the creature withdrew its hand from your face, and relaxed his sitting posture

[color=darkred]"Huhuhu.. I like you,"[/color] it continued jovially. [color=darkred]"That obedience! The taste of your blood! They're both exquisite."[/color]

And with that remark, you feel a stinging pain on your left hand. A mark had etched itself upon you. And from it, skins and muscles began to form - you are being reborn. It was a painful process, to be sure. You almost fell unconscious on multiple occasions. Yet you endured.

[color=darkred]"Perfect! A fitting vassal for my power!"[/color] the creature celebrated your rebirth. And once his clapping stopped, a question was asked..
[color=darkred]"Now tell me, ____. Should you attain power, what are you going to do with it?"[/color]

The creature's face was never more serious as he asked the question.

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You may now pick a name and appearance for your character. Describe it in relatively detailed manner if you do not wish to use an image :)
You may also pick an image for the sigil on your left hand, if you want. Otherwise I will assign one for you
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