[COLOR=GRAY][CENTER][img]Once, there was a woman who lived a life so bewitching that it could only be true. Born to a man cursed with six other daughters. She was the seventh daughter, an omen of terrible things to come. Feared by her parents and siblings, she was sold to put their selfish minds at ease. Forced to live a life of shame and sin, she was passed about until she eventually took her own life. A seventh daughter, unwed and dead by suicide? But fate intervened, and she was pulled from the grave by a goetist named Canidia, who rebirthed the woman into the world as a Striga and trained her in the arcane arts. Now she is the Bruxa they call... Carmilla[/img] [sup][h2]O[i][sub][sup]nce, there was a woman who lived a life so bewitching that it could only be true. [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] Born to a man cursed with six other daughters. She was the seventh daughter, an omen of terrible things to come. Feared by her [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] parents and siblings, she was sold to put their selfish minds at ease. Forced to live a life of shame and sin, she was passed about [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] until she eventually took her own life. A seventh daughter, unwed and dead by suicide? But fate intervened, and she was pulled from [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] the grave by a goetist named Canidia, who rebirthed the woman into the world as a Striga and trained her in the arcane arts. [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] [color=2c2c2e]_[/color] Now she is the Bruxa they call...[/sup][/sub][/i][/h2][/sup][sub][hr][/sub][sup][hr][/sup][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5668134][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019f51a7-e9fd-76b7-8fac-7e580d5214f5.webp[/img][/url][sub][hr][/sub][sup][hr][/sup][/CENTER][SUB][SUP][table][row][cell][INDENT][h2][b][COLOR=SILVER]L[SUP][SUB]OCATION:[/SUB][/SUP][/COLOR][/b] [i][SUP][SUB]THE HAUNT - MILK STREET[/SUB][/SUP][/i][/h2][/INDENT][/cell][cell][/cell][/row][/table][/SUP][/SUB] [INDENT][INDENT]Walking away from Archie and his friends, Carmilla felt her features soften, her expression notably less vamp-like and flirtatious, instead, replaced by sincerity and longing. She looked back over her shoulder, her signature sultry smile slowly fading into a slight pout as she watched Archie earnestly head towards the side alley. Anxiously tapping her long, ballerina nails against the countertop, Carmilla took a quick look around to ensure no one was watching her before reaching under the bar rail and pulling a compact mirror from her stowed clutch. Beside the small leather handbag lay her absent conduit. Carmilla had hidden the wand earlier when Archie had eyed it, seeing through the minores sahar, or glamour charm, she had cast. Re-holstering the ebony rod, Carmilla excused herself from the bar, taking the necessary cautions to avoid Boz before heading towards the same side door that Archie had left through. Looking behind her as she approached, Carmilla scanned every angle to see if anyone was watching; her keen huntress eyes rarely missed a single detail. But even if her eyes did deceive her, Carmilla's other senses were just as attuned to the hunt. She inhaled deeply, taking in the smells around her, tasting them before being satisfied that no living bodies were either near or hidden from her sight. With a quick flick of her wrists, Carmilla's physical form disappeared, replaced by a dense fog that moved through the damaged seal around the exit before ascending the exterior brick face of the one-time bottling factory. Re-compiling herself atop the roof of the Haunt, Carmilla leered over the edge, watching Archie below before pulling the compact she had wedged into the front of her skin-tight pants' waistline in lieu of struggling to fit it into the nearly non-functional pockets. She opened the mirror, staring at her own reflection before speaking. [b][color=#8D60A3]"[/color][color=#9566AD]G[/color][color=#9E6CB7]a[/color][color=#A772C1]r[/color][color=#B078CB]i[/color][color=#B87ED6]m[/color][color=#C184E0],[/color] [color=#D390F4]P[/color][color=#DB96FF]i[/color][color=#D390F4]t[/color][color=#CA8AEA]r[/color][color=#C184E0]u[/color][color=#B87ED6]v[/color][color=#B078CB]y[/color][color=#A772C1]a[/color][color=#9E6CB7]h[/color][color=#9566AD]![/color][color=#8D60A3]"[/color][/b] She hissed towards the mirror, its surface shimmering as a silhouette, separate from her own, suddenly appeared. [color=#9F6CB8]"You said to call if I had an update,"[/color] Carmilla stated into the pocket mirror. The shadowy visage nodded slightly, prompting her to continue. [color=#9F6CB8]"Auber's successor has the Grimoire. It's only a matter of time now."[/color] Carmilla explained. [COLOR=WHITE]"Then, until it is time, you will continue with your task."[/color] [color=#9F6CB8]"Look, Uncle, I'm not one of your little [i]meragēls[/i]; you said if I did this, my debt was paid, and I was free. I'm not in the business of hurting little boys."[/color] [COLOR=WHITE]"Little boy? Do you think we are ignorant of the way you have approached the target? Hurting them, no, that's not your business, but you do love to fall for the mark, don't you?"[/color] A monotone voice replied from within the small reflective pane. [color=#9F6CB8]"He's in trouble. I know you said not to intervene-"[/color] [COLOR=WHITE]"Then don't."[/color] [color=#9F6CB8]"It's not that simple. If I don't, someone might die."[/color] [COLOR=WHITE]"Spilled blood has never mattered to you before."[/color] The voice stated. [COLOR=WHITE]"Why would another red mark in your ledger matter now?"[/color] [color=#9F6CB8]"This one is different."[/color] [COLOR=WHITE]"We know you and Auber have a complicated history. Do not to misplace your feelings for the deceased onto the living."[/color] A shadow fell across the mirror as the mysterious figure suddenly came closer to the mirror's surface, darkness obstructing the upper half of their face. [COLOR=WHITE]"Under no circumstances are you to intervene until necessary. Oh, and, Carmilla-"[/color] Their chin was visible from under the shroud, a small smirk appearing above a cleft chin. [COLOR=WHITE]"Try not to complicate the relationship with the fledgling."[/color] The figure ordered, [COLOR=WHITE]"Or you'll find yourself... further indebted."[/color] The silhouette disappeared in the mirror as Carmilla shut the compact angrily in her hands. She could feel herself fuming as she looked from the Haunt's roof towards the skyline of Calder City in the distance. Directing her attention to Archie below, she watched as his efforts to track the mysterious van came to no avail. The defeated man returned inside the club while Carmilla was left standing outside by herself. Her eyes flashed violet, Carmilla scanning the ground below as the scent of Treasure's blood became illuminated to her. Damn Uncle and his Club, she was going to help; there was more at stake in Calder City than Mayhew. Her nostrils flared, the tip of her nose becoming pointed and upturned while her eyes narrowed and her brow became more pointed. Her canines suddenly elongated before an additional pair of fangs covered her lateral incisors. The trail wasn't yet stale, but it was far from fresh. Still, Carmilla could track the scent of Treasure's blood anywhere the van had gone. She could only hope she wasn't going to be too late. A pleasantly warming sensation spread across her lower back, like the burning heat of a distant fire. The wing tattoo that was intricately drawn there glowed in the dark of the night before large, leathery wings unfurled from just above her waist. Feeling them mesh and meld with her back, Carmilla gave her wings a test flap before leaping off the rooftop and allowing her new extremities to carry her into the night sky.[/INDENT] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019f4d8a-8cfb-7702-a409-651bfc0b2479.webp[/img][/center][/INDENT][/COLOR]