Well I guess I do owe Angelique for bringing me to this timeline all together. After all, Miguel was dead in my timeline. She would be more respectable however, if she could get away from the strings that her high priest dangles her from.
Count the hours while the sun shines bright
Smile your welcome to the night
Embrace the blood red flower with a thorn
And dream of dark wine and roses till the morn
-Cecilia Eng
I originally come from Earth; France to be exact. I was the daughter of a poor family that had barely enough money to feed their family. And so when I turned 14, they sent me off with a wealthy man from Paris who had taken an interest in me. It solved their problem and mine. It was a rather easy life, I had no complaints. When I was 19, my benefactor died and there was a rather large row when his relatives found that he had left me with a rather hefty sum of money. To avoid any unpleasant complications, I took my money and moved off to Italy.
It was there that I met Armand, one of my dearest friends. He and I got into many scrapes together in the next 3 years. But after a time Armand was summoned back home to France, a place to which I truly did not wish to return. And so we agreed to meet again when he was finished with his business. However, fate decreed otherwise. As irony would have it, within the year we had both been embraced, given immortality. His sire took him off elsewhere. I as well was taken off, but after only 2 years my sire had been found by witch hunters and killed. I only escaped due to my rather obvious physical charms. I went off, travelling around Europe for many years, occasionally venturing into Russia and Africa.
While in Africa, I was introduced to my primary form of magic: voodoo. My teacher was rather a twisted sort of individual and so she and I got along famously. She taught me the darkest forms of voodoo, very frowned upon by other practitioners of the art. I studied under her until her death nearly 3 years later. Again I set off and wandered about until finally I heard tell of a new world. A great proponent of adventure, I went about finding the best way to make my way across the water, finally finding someone I was able to "convince" to help me. He did so and when I reached America, I used the money I had left to set up a very nice home for myself in the city of New Orleans. I was able to make rather a name for myself during this time, but 5 years later the most fascinating thing happened to me that set my fate into motion. I met a very strange man who did not quite belong in the setting. I found that that he was a "traveller" who proceeded to take me to my new home.
I ended up in the country of Matrice, where I settled in and started making a name for myself in certain circles. Many years went by and then I met the people who are now rather a thorn in my side. Raiena in particular was most annoying, I never could stand the woman. But even with my enmity with the Royal Family of Tandraia, I managed to impress enough people to start me on my way to godhood. And so here I sit now, biding my time and waiting for the right moment to increase my power.
Her breath is sweet as death is
-Cynthia McQuillan
You are my shadow, you bring the pain,
You are the pleasure pulsing through my veins,
Blood to blood,
Life to life,
My breath is you,
The taste of night.
-William Shakespeare
