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"Ngh... nghhh... what in the name of... where am I? How long has it been..." Katarina came to, bound as she was by hand and foot inside some black abyss, a void that seemed to stretch all about her. Well... not all about her. She could tell she was standing on something hard, something warm and wooden on the flesh of her bare feet, with the odd splinter digging into her heels. She was bound in a sarcophagus, that was it. She remembered dimly the events that brought her into this sarcophagus - the battle with the thrice-damned Grail Knight, the flames that engulfed her body as she screamed her defiance in the face of certain defeat, her broken form carried secretly by Franz into the darkest chambers of the Tower of Spires, even as it crumbled to dust and splinters around them. And then... she slumbered. It must have been centuries, she thought, as she looked around aimlessly in her little wooden box. Closing her eyes and forcing her vision to twist and change to that of the vampire, she opened her eyes to see the life signs of what seemed to be a crowd of smallfolk standing about her, on all sides. Frowning, Katarina reached out and touched the lid of her sarcophagus - it was sealed tightly shut, by something that wasn't about to move in a hurry. Trying to calm the rising tide of panic, Katarina began to murmur under her breath to herself. "Okay, Katarina, don't panic, whatever you do. Think... there must be some reason as to why you're surrounded by people in a little wooden box. Maybe they're worshippers? Maybe they need me to tell them to open this damn thing up so I can finally return to the world? Hm... let's try that." Shuffling slightly as she moved as best she could inside the coffin, Katarina rapped her knuckles of her left hand on the interior of the sturdy oaken lid. She waited about half a minute, and then did so again. There was no response. Looking down at her bindings, her undead heart skipped a beat - of course, when the Grail Knight had thrown whatever it was that had, well, to all intents and purposes, just about burned her to mist, it of course burned everything. Even if they were worshippers, they'd probably all die of heart attacks or something... not to mention the bindings weren't the easiest to tear apart. She struggled and struggled, but her blood-starved muscles were simply too weak to do anything. How embarrassing, the old terror of Eastern Europe, the ruler of what was the finest Blood Court in the lands, now reduced to struggling to get out of an oak box... Her rage built and built, and with it the deadened adrenaline began to course through her torpid veins, until... Snap.
Her binding about her hands had broken. Blood was a secondary fuel, adrenaline could get her by. She wrenched her legs apart, snapping the bindings about her ankles, and then she finally stood properly, instead of simply being tied in place. It had been an awful long time... placing her hands against the lid of the coffin, she tested the strength of whatever lock was barring her exit. Around her, the crowd of smallfolk seemed to not notice her struggles - either that or they were too busy admiring the coffin to notice, neither of which would surprise her, given the average attention span of smallfolk such as them. The peasants weren't a bright lot, but they were resolute; they claimed she was the best ruler they'd had - at least to her face - and Neuhausen had prospered under the Red Reign: something that made the pill of defeat even more the bitter to swallow. Grunting with the effort required, Katarina shoved with all her undead might against the lid of the coffin, which flew away... smashing the pane of glass that comprised part of the container in which her coffin sat. The smallfolk about her began to scream and recoil in horror as Katarina stepped out of the coffin, enraged at her new-found understanding of her circumstances. "A fucking museum?! Is this where I am?! What am I, some old exhibit to gawk at for your entertainment?! God damn you all, can't you leave a woman to her rest?!" Several of the smallfolk seemed to faint at the sight of her rage - and so they damned well should, Katarina thought - but most of them simply gawped as though they could scarcely believe their eyes. They had come to Lost Haven Museum to see the coffin that was rumoured to be the last resting place of a European vampire according to legend - it was on loan from Warsaw - and now, here was the vampire, in what little of her glory remained on her! The rumours were true! Several of them began to make signs of the cross to ward her away, shouting things in a language which she could only just about remember the meaning of... was it English? Was she in the lands of the hated Sir Henry? She scoffed at their pitiful attempts to sate her wrath, and grabbed one of the nearest by the scruff of their neck, heedless of the shrill alarms that had now begun to blare from the smashing of the glass. The smallfolk she had taken hold of was a young man, possibly in his teens or twenties, his skin white as a sheet and his eyes dilated from fear. "You will tell me where I am and what year it is. Now!" Her English was fairly rubbish, all things considered, but it would suffice.
"N-N-New Y-York City... In... uh... A-America! It's 2016!" Wham. Four hundred years?! And America?! Kat dropped the man on the ground and shook her head in disbelief. What was she doing in America- a shout came from behind her. "Freeze!" She turned to see two men aiming what looked to be advanced guns at her, with the word SECURITY emblazoned on... whatever vest they were wearing. She cocked her head to one side and smirked, shaking her head. "Two men with guns? Is that all? I'm almost insulted." Despite her blood-starved state, Katarina knew she was more than a match for two men with handguns... she turned to face them fully and grinned a fanged smile, before rushing forward at blinding speed at one of the men, at the same time drawing back her hand and then stabbing forward, her long, sharp nails piercing first the guard's vest, and then carrying forward through the guard's chest, and out of his back in a single thrust. The guard could only groan as his life-force was drained from him, and Katarina bit deeply into his exposed neck, drinking of his vitae and feeling newfound power course through her body. She threw the now-corpse at the second guard, knocking him to the ground under the bloodied body of his comrade, and then took in her surroundings. Large, neo-classical building, with plenty of exhibits... and there, next to her coffin, was Thirst. Her trusted and beloved rapier, which had only once seen its wielder defeated in battle. Walking over shattered glass and surrounded by the terrified onlookers, Katarina reached down and took hold of her blade, its hilt spearing a spike through her palm as it did so, causing Katarina to gasp involuntarily. "Yes... You are thirsty, aren't you..." she murmured to the sword as she felt it grow in power and began to glow with a soft red hint, and a low humming noise. She looked about at the crowd.

"Run along now, I'm sure you have people to call upon for your defence. I'm feeling particularly generous... you can even have a head-start." She smiled to herself and began to walk in the same direction that the screaming crowds turned and ran, almost as if she were herding them like the chattel they were. Mortals, eh? So predictable!

The Prophecy

“I guess adventurers never come with happy pasts.” The strange-looking man mumbled under his breath after Iridiel had finished her tale of how she had been exiled from her homeland. Inwardly, Angora grew irritated - all he had in response was a snarky comment about how trouble seemed to follow them, not a sympathetic 'well, at least you're here' or even just an arm around her shoulders, as Angora had done? Yes, Iridiel had saved her life and her sanity twice over, but even so, Iridiel was a healer, and it seemed a very powerful one at that - surely some acknowledgement of her presence was warranted beyond a simple comment like that? Or was she making a mountain out of a molehill? Perhaps he'd simply meant nothing by it, and it was more of an off-the-cuff line that he honestly said as a way of breaking the ice? Maybe. Angora wasn't sure what to think at the moment. Her head ached from the ordeal that Iridiel had subjected her to earlier, whilst the fire was still too small to have a meaningful effect on the cold winds biting at Angora's skin. At least one advantage of the spirit's possession was that she hadn't noticed the cold. Probably because it didn't understand it, or something.

Of course, then the man's attention turned to her. And what a question to start with, eh? “How did you end up possessed by the... thing? The one that controlled you?” It was a most prying question, and one that perhaps was not particularly conducive to endearing Angora to her new-found companions, given that she was undertaking highly-illegal and morally questionable activities when she was... well, possessed was probably the best way of stating it. Still, he had asked, and she might as well come out and say what she was doing - lying would likely bring down even more danger on her head than telling the truth. Besides... she owed it to them to at least come clean, this once. Not something she found easy to do, given her history.

"Well, we might as well start from the beginning, because to explain what I was doing out here, I have to explain what my profession was in Zerul City. I primarily worked in the criminal underground of the city - what underground there even is, needless to say - in a fair few different lines of work; I was an assassin, armed robber from time to time, occasional lady of the night and then murderer, occasionally I took part in organised drug smuggling, organised magical item smuggling, you name it, we dealt in it. And that leads me onto what was going on about... what would it be, six months ago? I think six months ago, I can't even remember the passage of time. All I do know is that it was about spring, and now it is-" Angora hesitated for a moment, looking around at her surroundings, "- I think autumn? Yes, autumn seems about correct, given the windchill." Angora chuckled a bit and drew the cloak around herself more tightly, trying to keep warm. Despite the cloak's best efforts, the wind was finding ways of sneaking inside and chilling her body. Not to mention the ground itself was as cold as ice, it seemed. "Well, anyway, it was early in this year when a penin expedition had reported they'd discovered some very powerful artefact, perhaps even deitic in manufacture. They'd called it simply the Black Sword, for... well, obvious reasons. And they were going to bring it back to Zerul City for investigation and research at the College of Magic. Unfortunately, there was something in the sword, some kind of spirit? Whatever it was - well, is, seeing how it's still in my body right now - it was not of this plane. The sword... well, its allure seemed to turn the penin against each other, which weakened the convoy and I believe led some of them to kill each other over accusations that they were planning to steal the sword and take it for themselves. Meanwhile, I had been contacted by someone rather... high up in the criminal networks - they wanted the sword and they were paying rather handsomely for it's theft from the convoy, preferably with none of the penin surviving to tell the tale. Now, you must understand, my family is not a poor one, we didn't really need the money, but our fortune is built on black gold. My mother stole the jewellery that my father used to learn the art of goldsmithing. My father, in turn, sold the re-purposed jewellery on for a healthy profit. And none were any the wiser... and so I thought that I could pull off a brilliant coup if I was successful, perhaps even raise us higher than we'd ever thought possible. Yes... an 18 year old girl thinking she could elevate her family into high-ranking circles driven out of pure greed, it's unthinkable, isn't it?" Angora smiled, trying to maintain as innocent a face as she could. "Who would have thought such a thing possible from one such as me? So, into the woods we go, in the direction of the penin convoy - which had caused quite the ruckus in the local area, so it was fairly simple to follow the rumours towards - and then, lo and behold, the convoy slowly makes it's brow-beaten, blood-soaked way towards Zerul City, ambushed by those ever-honourable 'gentlemen' Crusaders once or twice along the way. And so, they make camp when your dear Angora Kelenwyn finds them at night."

Angora sighed and shuffled one arm outside of the cloak and rubbed her eyes. "What I'm about to say, I'm not proud of. I regret doing it. I often don't sleep because of it." She took a deep breath and sighed heavily. "I killed them. All of them. All in cold blood." She shook her head as she continued, on the face of things scarcely able to believe that she'd done them... but she had. And she could remember the actions as clear as day. "The watchman was looking away from the undergrowth where I was hiding... so I sprang out, as quickly and quietly as I could. I knifed him in the back between his shoulder blades to make it quick and quiet, so as not to wake the others. Then, I walked around, stooping to slit their throats as they slept. They choked to death on their own blood, whilst yours truly thought nothing of it. It sounds horrible, I know, but... all I could think about was the sword, and the money when I returned. You're probably all sitting there thinking I'm a monster, and yes, I might well be. After all, only monsters murder people in their sleep, right? Only monsters sound like this, anyway..." Angora leaned forward underneath her cloak and closed her eyes, trying to forget the mental image that had been brought back by her recollection of her tale. She carried on, even though she was slightly muffled by her head in the thick wolfskin mane that Iridiel had loaned to her to keep her warm as her clothes dried. "I killed them all... and then I took the sword for myself. It was wrapped up in cloth, in one of their backpacks - probably the leader's. It was so beautiful... the leather scabbard - which is right here, by the way," Angora reached over under her cloak and patted the sword next to her, "was just... it was breathtaking at the time. It's all muddied and dirtied now, but back then... by the gods, it was beautiful. And the sword itself... I'd never seen anything like it. But the moment I unsheathed it, well... that was when it all started. The blast from the spirit's escape knocked me to the ground, and I felt a surge of energy wash over me. And then... then the voices started. I started hearing whisperings in my head when everything was quiet. They told me to do these horrible things, to kill and to slaughter. Almost if one were mentally ill, you know? Those things that people talk about when they're committed to the asylum? It was right there, in my head. And then, it slowly started to take over my actions. I fought back as best I could, but I realised that not only had I made a fairly terrible mistake - and this was very, VERY up there on lists of terrible mistakes, short of perhaps selling your soul to Hazzergash or jumping off a bridge in an attempt to grow wings and fly - but I'd never make it back to Zerul. Oh, this young lady was paying for her avarice, most certainly, I was getting my little comeuppance. And then, after about a week, I think the process was basically complete. I wasn't fully under the spirit's influence, but... it all but controlled me. I couldn't remember who I was, I couldn't remember anything, anything at all. I didn't even remember my name until I saw a poster with it on. I knew how to read, somehow, but I couldn't talk in Rodorian, only that awful bastardised mess you heard earlier. All I knew was that I had to survive, by any means necessary. So... then I guess I became that thing you encountered earlier. I think the villagers around here called me... the Untamed? Something like that? The wildling, the untamed, whatever it was. It was a fitting name, I'll give them that. So began my six months of possession. Until today, I suppose."

Angora reached out from under her cloak and took another slip of salted ham from the hunk Iridiel had been cutting. "Then I met you people. And the rest is history." She got to her feet and walked over to her clothes, patting at them to see if they were still wet. They were sodden. Turning away, Angora muttered under her breath. "Hurry up, damn you... I can't go about in naught but a smile..."

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The Prophecy

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Katarina, 1508 to 1610

Character you have created:
Katarina von Reisech / Katarzyna z Ryzsecz

Alias:
Various names that have been bandied about in the ages, though most simply call her The Red Countess.

Speech Colour (Actually say what you're using):
#921111

Character Alignment:
A true Villain of the ages, Katarina is bent on unlocking the deepest secrets of the arcane and of the ultimate goal of unlife - to be free of the need for blood and to no longer fear the sun... And she will do *anything* to get it.

Identity:
Only known to a handful of those versed in the dark arts of necromancy and vampirism.

Character Personality:
Selfish, undependable and duplicitous, von Reisech is not a woman to be trusted or relied upon for important duties, though she is capable of loyalty to some causes, so long as they suit her own purposes ultimately. She plays the long game, willing to allow the mortals about her play along with their own little flickers of energy, their brief moments of glory before the cold embrace of death takes over. She is willing to grant others the mercy of the Blood Kiss, though any that are turned by her are subservient to her every whim and desire, no matter how dangerous or damaging it may be. When in battle, she is utterly merciless and ruthless to a fault, willing to sacrifice even the largest and most powerful of their servants in her search for power and her birthright - her lands in what is now Kaliningrad, the old Holy Roman county of Preussen-Konigsberg. Ultimately, she wishes to create her own vampiric paradise, where the hateful rays of the sun are obscured by the mists of undeath, and those in her thrall toil for her benefit, and finally, von Reisech will rebuild the Tower of Spires, and within, she will retire to her libraries once more. She lusts for knowledge and arcane arts, and will not hesitate to jump at any opportunity to expand her collection of spells and arcane magicks.

But... anyone can change.

Uniform/costume:
Katarina often sports Renaissance-style clothing (in spite of the changing times) as she is more comfortable with the clothing that she knew in her mortal life.

Origin Info/Details:

Chapter 1: Manifestation of Evil

Countess Katarina von Reisech was born on the Spring Solstice in 1492 in the town of Neuhausen, a Teutonic fortified settlement founded by the knightly order on their invasion of Prussia in the later 13th century, into an unsettled era of violence and war within Prussia. The Polish-Lithuanian King Jan Olbracht Jagiellon had recently consolidated the gains Poland had made during the Thirteen Years War, in which Katarina's parents had supported the Teutonic Order against the Prussian Confederation and subsequently had suffered devastation of their lands by Polish and Prussian soldiers. Katarina's own birth was surrounded in rumours of secrecy and sorcery - Graf Johann von Reisech was thought to be an impotent imbecile, and his wife Anya was of low-born stock: there were those who suspected that Katarina was either a bastard child or birthed through dark magics brought upon the couple by their Lithuanian doctor, Vytautas Revinskas: a pagan worshipper of the Romuva faith and thought to be part doctor and part sorcerer, Revinskas somehow was able to get the couple to conceive a child, which the parents predicted would be a boy. Though the pregnancy was trouble-free, the sex of the baby was wrong - nine months to the day of conception, a healthy baby girl was born - Katarina.

Her childhood was a troubled one, to match a troubled child. Revinskas often meddled with her education in the Christian arts, planting seeds of doubt that God truly was who the Bible dictated, or that Jesus Christ was the Son of God and not, say, an impostor? Revinskas encouraged the young girl to question those beliefs that were considered truths, and to be skeptical of all that the Church decried as heretical or heathen - were they simply afraid of the real truth? These seeds of doubt would, in time, blossom and bear fruit, Revinskas thought, for he was playing the long game. The castle itself and the lands surrounding it began to warp and twist over the coming months and years, though so slowly that it was barely noticeable even to the trained eyes of the clergy - though the appearance of the Comet of the Feast of St. Peter and Paul in 1499 and 1507, on the very same day of the year no less, the 29th of June, began to arouse suspicion and fear from the superstitious peasantry. At the same time, rumours of Luciferian cults and dark magics began to emerge in late 1507, with several women burned in the local area for witchcraft: the weather was unusually wet, cold and above all dark. Some days, it was said, the sun barely reached over the horizon, and in the winter of 1507-1508, some days the sun was not present whatsoever. Even those well-versed in astronomy and science could not explain this freakish phenomenon, and so, in March 1508, it was decided that the pagan priest had to die, for it was he who was causing these inexplicable occurrences, and it was he who was bringing the wrath of God upon the lands, and the Graf was abetting this wrath by allowing the priest to remain in his court! The burghers, clergy and peasants gathered together in a great throng and rose up in revolt, in defence of faith and land. They besieged Castle Neuhausen, seat of their absentee Graf, in the hope of seizing both the priest Revinskas and the "Demon Child" that he had helped bring into this world - Katarina. The Graf and his soldiers manned the walls and defended admirably against the motley cannon that the peasant revolt was able to muster, and for three months, the siege of Neuhausen was underway, as the Graf stubbornly refused to surrender the castle, for he thought the peasants would simply sack it and destroy the riches of the aristocracy. However, unbeknown to all involved, the three month delay was a carefully crafted plan by Revinskas and the Luciferians within that area of Prussia. The siege would have been unsuccessful regardless: Revinskas and Katarina had fled the area before the siege had even begun, hurrying away deep into the Lithuanian hinterland in Zemaitija and Klaipeda on Katarina's 16th birthday. There, Katarina had undergone a radical change, perhaps signifying the corruption within that had been brought to the fore by Revinskas and his cultists; her hair was white as snow, her eyes two glowing orbs of smouldering red, and she was now well-versed in forbidden necromantic lore, taught to her by the Luciferians and by Revinskas. She had even had the Black Mass performed, her naked form lying on a black stone table, with a sigil of her own blood painted on her breast, a dagger in her right hand and a silvered chalice on her stomach, a ring of chanting cultists praising the Fallen Angel. She watched now as Revinskas put his plan into action.

The date was the 30th of May, 1508, and as the sun slowly rose over the fields surrounding Castle Neuhausen, all natural light was suddenly snuffed out, replaced by a fell green-glowing skull in the sky providing the only light for the panicked revolting army. The moat surrounding the castle turned into a broiling lake of blood before their very eyes, whilst the castle's drawbridge opened seemingly by itself. The revolters turned to fight their enemy, but what they saw was not at all what they expected - the legions of the living dead. Zombified corpses clutched crude clubs and shambled forth, whilst beside them, the creaking of animated bones as skeletal figures took up rusted arms and donned tattered scraps of mail and cloth. At their head was a grotesquely-obese creature, sitting upon a defiled throne stinking of sewage and disease: the Graf had been turned into a near-amorphous blob of pustule-ridden flesh which belched forth its commands, whilst beneath the throne, a nude, spidery-limbed woman shrieked at their foe, seemingly piercing the very air around the revolting army and sending some mad there and then - Katarina's dear sweet mama, Anya von Reisech. The Luciferians had succeeded in their rituals, and the dead walked once more. Though their spirit was valiant, the revolting army had no chance. The living dead fell upon the revolting army as a pack of wolves would fall on an undefended flock of sheep, tearing and gnashing at those who dared stand in their way. Thousands of Prussians were ripped apart in gouts of bloodied gore as the living dead gorged themselves in an orgy of destruction and bloodshed, in the name of the Fallen Angel. The skull in the sky began to cackle; a horrific, grating cacophony of laughter mixed with human screams - the screams of the dying of Neuhausen. As the last few realised their dreadful mistake, they turned to flee, but the very earth itself seemed to turn against them - grass became deep mud beneath their feet, clinging to them like concrete, leaving them all but helpless against the overwhelming tide of the undead. Soon, the revolt had been slaughtered to a man. His raven servants providing sight for his obsidian scrying ball, Revinskas cackled with glee as his plan to corrupt the Count and Countess had at last come to pass. Katarina, for her part, impassively watched as generations of her subjects were slaughtered before her eyes, many by their own ancestors that they had not long buried. She stared at the carnage and slaughter, and barely even moved.

Revinskas began to spill the beans, so to speak... it was he who had rendered the Count all but impotent and feckless, and it was he who had been machinating behind the scenes to ensure the match between the Count and Countess, and the birth of Katarina. Then, he would fulminate rebellion and discontent amongst the peasantry, and then watch as the peasants turn upon the corrupted rulership, before unleashing his trap at Castle Neuhausen. Then, with the Count and Countess out of the way, he would marry Katarina and rule Neuhausen in their stead, promulgating a great demonic bloodline from whenceforth a new generation of the undead would rule, as in Romania... The last step in Revinskas' plan was the turning of Katarina herself. The Bloody Kiss was Revinskas' reward for her service and her studiousness, and he eagerly gave it, seeing that at last his prize was in his grasp... For three long, agonising days, Katarina slowly wasted away, her body unable to fight the vampirism wracking it from the inside, her immune system turning on itself and destroying that which it needed to continue functioning normally. Finally, on the third day, after hours of feverish sweats, blinding pain and uncontrollable spasms, Katarina von Reisech died, with a final, heart-wrenching scream. For a few nerve-wracking moments, it all hung in the balance. Was she strong enough to turn fully? Revinskas stepped forward with a black rapier in his hand, and Katarina opened her eyes, and smiled a rueful, fanged smile. The Red Countess was born from the death of the 16-year old girl. She sat up, and looked at her mentor, who nodded once and held out the sword. "My darling, this is for you." Taking it in both hands, she turned it over, chuckling to herself as Revinskas turned away to begin making plans.

"Revinskas, you old fool. My destiny is my own... I will not have some halfwit Lithuanian dictating to me what I will and will not do!" In less than a heartbeat, Katarina had taken the sword and plunged it into Vytautas Revinskas' back, piercing his old, blackened, corrupted heart. Wrenching his head back so she could whisper in his ear, Katarina laughed, a low, sultry, seductive laugh accompanied by a shake of the head. "My destiny is mine, do you hear me? Mine. Forever." And with that, she withdrew the sword. Vytautas Revinskas sank to his knees, his form slowly crumbling, flesh sloughing from bone as he was unable to maintain himself... and finally, he simply crumbled to dust.

"I am Katarina, Countess of Neuhausen. Though you sought to use me for your own ends, I will seek to continue your work. Perhaps you will find this sweet succour as your soul burns in Hell."

Chapter 2: The Red Countess Ascendant

With Revinskas dead, the county of Neuhausen thoroughly under the control of Lucifer's cults and Katarina still in the Lithuanian hinterlands, the stage was set for another bloody and difficult conflict. The Luciferians refused to hand over power to Katarina after they discovered Revinskas' murder at her hands, and declared that she was apostate in the Luciferian Brotherhood; effectively casting her out and attempting to disavow her of any of her vampiric power under the rituals that Revinskas had performed. At the head of the Luciferian cults was a man named Stefan Grenzer, a man from Konigsberg who had been elected Arch-Priest of the Luciferian Brotherhood within Neuhausen and who now had the loyalty of supposedly all who followed him. However, Revinskas' spells were not infallible - Katarina knew how to counter them and how to gain control of the army of the dead that he had created at Castle Neuhausen, including the spells which he had placed upon her parents to corrupt them into their current forms. After slaying the Luciferians that had accompanied Revinskas to Lithuania, Katarina set out on the journey to return to East Prussia to reclaim her rightful lands, and destroy these arrogant believers. In truth, it was not Lucifer that Katarina followed; far from it, for Katarina had begun to question all religion and saw much of it as the root of the blasted world's problems (little did she know that 100 years later, the most terrible of European wars would prove her right) and so she dedicated her time to magic, rather than relying on boons from gods she neither knew nor cared for. Katarina reached the outskirts of Prussia in late November 1508, and could already feel the rotting canker at the heart of the Baltic Sea - Lucifer's roots had grown deep in the region, and his corruption was endemic. She would, somewhat reluctantly, have to purge it, lest the Holy Roman Emperor send his Imperial armies to cleanse the lands of heresy and witchcraft, as they had done so in Bohemia in the days of Jan Hus. Then all would be for naught, and the Red Countess would rule over nothing but her own coffin. Therefore, in great secrecy, Katarina returned to Neuhausen and hid, conducting several rituals that Revinskas had taught her in the deep dungeons of the castle, and subsequently taking over control of the army of the dead that her mentor had built for her, and disguise them as living troops. In addition to this, she sent missives to the Margraves of Pomerania and Brandenburg, begging them to help her against this new heresy that threatened the stability of Prussia and threatened to spill over into their own lands. Boguslaw X Gryf agreed to send an army to assist her, and in early 1510, Katarina revealed herself to the Luciferians, storming the nearby town of Neuhausen with her father and his army and slaughtering the local garrison and clergy. Reeling from the shock of her sudden re-appearance, Arch-Priest Grenzer rallied his allies and marched on Castle Neuhausen itself, seeking to cut off this new threat at the head, not counting on the intervention of Duke Boguslaw or the Pomeranian army, which invaded Prussia in April, meeting up with Katarina's forces in May. Later on that month, both the Prussians and Pomeranians marched on the Brotherhood's main base of operations: the castle of Osterode. The Luciferians and Prussian Alliance clashed outside Osterode on the 19th of May, 1510, with both Katarina and Stefan Grenzer present on the field. Grenzer's army of zealots and heretics tried to call upon the dark magics of Lucifer to aid them in the battle, but it was here where Katarina revealed one of her most potent weapons against divine warriors; with a gesture, she cut off the magical powers that Grenzer was summoning to support his allies, and rendered them vulnerable to attack. The Battle of Osterode was a crushing defeat for the Brotherhood - scattered to the winds, and with Grenzer dead, Katarina was able to solidify her hold over her new state with the aid of Boguslaw Gryf. The Pomeranians returned home with a nominal oath of fealty to Boguslaw from Katarina in their hands as recompense for his assistance, but it seems the message was never officially delivered to the Duke - a sore spot for many years to come, and something that would ultimately prove to be her downfall much later.

Though externally, Neuhausen seemed to be safe from any threats, internally, Katarina knew there was much to do. The Red Countess had not yet earned her name, and the Prussian nobility had not yet been made to know the glory of the Blood Kiss... throwing off the disguise of the living, Katarina revealed herself as her true form in 1512, when she re-invoked the old pacts that Revinskas had initially bound to Castle Neuhausen, transforming it from a once-noble fortification to a barracked charnel pit of death and fear - she invited all of the minor nobles and clergymen of her region to a great feast, and once they were inside, she ordered the doors sealed and allowed herself to feast and sate her lust on each one, implanting each with the Blood Kiss in turn. The Feast of the Nobles, as it became known, was Katarina's first true act as Vampire Countess of Neuhausen - she had bent the nobility and the clergymen to obey her every whim, and she sent them forth into the countryside to begin her grand plan of corruption, repression and fear. Slowly, the nobility began to corrupt the very essence of the earth itself, whilst Katarina relaxed in her throne room, supping from an ever-present glass of 'aged red' as she began to read through the ancient tomes that her agents had procured from the Luciferian Brotherhood and from heretical collections that had been condemned by the former clergy. When rumours of witchcraft began to leak out from Neuhausen into the surrounding regions, Katarina ordered her agents to hunt down and eliminate the spreaders, hoping to contain knowledge of the truth of the nobility to only those who were required to know - none could truly learn of the Red Countess and her extravagant manners. At the same time, Katarina began work on what would be her magnum opus of achievements - the construction of the Tower of Spires, a monolithic masterpiece of stone and Gothic architecture, as well as containing one of the largest collections of forbidden lore in Europe. The Tower's construction lasted from 1519 to 1560 (such was the complexity of its design and the difficulty of its building) and it replaced Castle Neuhausen as the centrepiece of Katarina's court. However, Katarina devoted less and less time to her courtiers, and more and more to her expanding library of forbidden knowledge and the arcane arts, in her quest to explore undeath and potentially free herself from the confines of blood and darkness, to spread her wings far and wide into new lands and new pastures.

Chapter 3: The Fall of the Red Reign

TBD

Hero Type (Select one):
Supernatural.

Power Level (Select one below):
World-Level. Katarina once ruled the mightiest vampiric empire the Baltic had ever seen, and though it was lost to the Christian foes of the Empire, she aspires to see herself rise to such levels once more.

Powers:

- Knows English, German, Polish, French and (some) Russian
- Can shift shapes from humanoid to beast (bat swarm) to monstrous (known as the Gheist) forms.
- Superhuman strength.
- Blinding speed and reflexes.
- All of Katarina's abilities can be strengthened when she has fed from one of her unfortunate victims.
- For spells and relics, see below.

Katarina's Spell List - Updated 25/01/18

You Will Serve Me in Death - Any vampire worth their salt can raise the dead. By drawing upon the powers of the necrotic winds about crematoria, graveyards and mortuaries, Katarina can impart unlife upon those thought lost to the world. From graveyards rise zombies and skeletons, from mortuaries zombies of superior quality, and from crematoria, spectral forms gather and take physical form, creating awful creatures such as wights, banshees or ghasts.

Chains of Mortality - Only useable on living targets, Katarina conjures a set of chains that anchor to the living being's soul and render them all but incapable of movement. These chains can be broken by divine or other holy magics, but are all but impervious to mundane attack.

Vigour Mortis - By drawing on local necromantic power, Katarina is able to grant increased strength and stamina, as well as agility to those she casts this spell upon. The targets, however, must either be undead or contain necromantic power of their own - normal humans or living beings cannot benefit from Vigour Mortis.

Die Glocke - The Bell is a haunting, chilling peal that inspires fear in Katarina's foes. At the sound of the Bell, the dead stir and rise, and the living find their life force sucked away from them, leeched in order to feed the restless dead. Those who fail to flee find themselves slowly zombifying, eventually to the point where they, too, fall under Katarina's command.

The Reaping - At Katarina's command, a huge two-bladed axe swings forth from nothing and slices clean through her foes. Mundane protection provides no defence - only the supernatural can defend against the axe's blades. It can be dodged by those with sufficient agility or speed, or precognition, but the aura of necrosis that accompanies the axe will nevertheless cause the constitutions of those nearby to suffer.

Hypnotic Gaze - The most common of Katarina's spells, Hypnotic Gaze is more of an ability than a spell. At Katarina's command, she can enthrall those who look into her eyes and compel them to do her bidding for a short amount of time. Hypnotic Gaze becomes easier to resist the more one is affected by it, until eventually only the next spell will be of any use when attempting to force someone to do Katarina's will.

Mind War - Similar to Hypnotic Gaze, only much more powerful. Katarina's very spirit reaches out and takes hold of the sanity of the afflicted, crushing it utterly with visions of death and decay, and leaving the unfortunate victim open to any and every command that Katarina issues. Sadly, those who are affected by Mind War are left as gibbering, half-sane wrecks, their ability to comprehend reality permanently broken by Katarina's spellcraft, and only able to take commands from her.

Skullstorm - A roiling thunderstorm of pure necrotic energy, Skullstorm takes the form of sickly green clouds that coalesce into a tornado-like structure of screeching skull-like shapes that suck in and devour all life that happens to be nearby. Katarina and her allies are curiously immune to the effects of this spell, but those who are unlucky enough to be sucked into the howling morass find themselves torn limb from limb, as thousands of spectral green skulls sate their hunger on the flesh of those within. Death is almost certain.

Shadow Threads - Katarina can conjure clothes, items or other objects from pure darkness. These items behave exactly as if they were made from mundane materials, except for two things - first, they block all sight through them, even that of a magical nature. Second, the fabric is very resilient to mundane attacks, as even the strongest sword finds itself unable to cut through. This can be used as armour or as a shield by Katarina, and she often conjures shadow threads to protect herself from the sun.

Doom of Neuhausen - The Doom is Katarina's most powerful spell. It transforms whichever celestial body is in the sky into a huge, howling green skull. This skull vomits forth huge clouds of corruptive energy, blanketing the land in pure undeath, killing or withering anything and everything in its path. The very air is noxious to breathe, and those present hear nothing but the screams of the long-dead Prussians who died at Neuhausen Castle all those centuries before, and the cackling of Vytautas Revinskas as his blood-soaked minions drive the living before them like chattel. The Doom can even be harnessed to bring the skull to Earth in a final grotesque explosion of blood, charnel and undead flesh. Not even the holiest of magics can cleanse the corruption of the Doom, and Katarina is loath to use it.

The Liber Necronomica

An ancient tome from 1574-1589, when Katarina first began to write down her magical experiences and codify her spells and contagions into one text, the Liber Necronomica (literally 'Book of the Living Dead') is one of the primary tomes for any aspiring necromancer or elder vampire who has been unleashed on the world. Within its pages are countless rituals ranging from matters such as raising the dead, to turning those who have been bitten by a vampire into their willing servants, to creating plagues to visit upon the unfortunate human denizens of the Earth, to even creating necromantic constructs such as flesh golems, rot golems and so called 'Great Flies' - huge, pustule-ridden flying insects that spread death and disease wherever their cursed wings take them. The Liber Necronomica only currently exists in fragments, and it is Katarina's aim to ultimately restore the ancient book to its former glory, binding its knowledge once more in a single tome of pure undeath.

Fragments Known to Katarina:

Metamorphosis Vitreii - M. Vitreii is an infection that is intended to be used partially as a vector to generate dead to be used in necromantic magic, and partially as a way of making certain areas inhospitable so as to allow a Vampiric population to flourish - as M. Vitreii is necromantic in nature, it does not affect those without constitutions, such as the undead, constructs or those magically immune to necromancy by way of birth, race or enchantment. M. Vitreii is a very versatile disease, and can be tailored to target specific victims, or wreak wholesale general havoc upon a population. However, M. Vitreii is ultimately a disease that dies out over time, despite turning its victims into walking crystalline entities that spew forth clouds of spores that carry M. Vitreii over distances, and therefore is unsuitable for extended operations of biological warfare.

Relics and Raiments of the Red Countess

Thirst: A rapier forged from the coldest blackest iron-rich steel that one ever did see, Thirst was the sword that Vytautas Revinskas had commissioned for Katarina when she had finally succumbed to the Blood Kiss, and transformed into a vampire. Thirst is a truly evil weapon, for it gorges on the vitae of its victims to strengthen Katarina, whilst simultaneously acting as a conduit to gather necromantic energies from the surrounding areas to channel them into Kat's own reserves of magical energy. Thirst has claimed too many lives to count, spilled too much blood to be truly sated - the weapon is said to have a soul of its own, formed from the nameless, faceless hundreds slaughtered to quench the Red Countess' lust for power. It was the only relic to survive the Fall with Katarina, and she wields the horrific blade to this day.

The Ruby Chalice: A golden chalice studded with glowing rubies may not look hugely out of place in any castle, were it not for the contents. An ever-fresh supply of blood pools within the Ruby Chalice seemingly from nowhere, but the truth of the matter is perhaps darker than one may realise, for within the rubies of the Chalice are trapped the life-forces of Vytautas Revinskas, the Graf and Grafin von Reisech, and Katarina's first and only (so far) consort, Andreas von Reisech, a vampire she sired during the early years of her reign. By far the most heinous usage is that of Katarina's own parents - binding their vitae to eternal torment and damnation, caged within a ruby prison to feed their daughter's endless thirst for blood. The Ruby Chalice renders Katarina able to operate without feeding on humans - indeed, perhaps it strengthens her, for the rich supply of blood is of far superior quality than any mortal could hope to have achieved.

The Ring of Iron: A blackened, cold iron ring, with a single jet gemstone carved into the shape of a skull. The Ring of Iron is an unremarkable object, but one that pulses with great power - for the Ring of Iron forms part of Katarina's fallback defence should her own magical offence be compromised. It forms a protective force field of unholy magics that turn aside all but the holiest and most blessed spellcasting - only Sir Henry of the Order of the Grail has been able to penetrate the Ring of Iron's black sorcery. The source of the Ring's power lay in the Reservoir of the Tower, a structure built into the Tower of Spires during its construction, and which required the exsanguination of some 300 fully-grown humans to fill to its entirety. There, the Reservoir acted as a energy dam, coalescing raw necromantic energy from the surrounding areas and allowing it to be used piecemeal in the forging and construction of magical items and spells. The Reservoir was destroyed in the collapse of the Tower of Spires following Katarina's defeat in 1610, and the Ring, like all relics save for Thirst, was lost.

The Masque: The Masque was one of Katarina's most interesting and strangest accoutrements. The Masque itself appears to be a black iron theatre mask, similar in style to old thespian-style masks used in theatres across the world. The Masque's true purpose is actually as a perfect disguise - it transforms Katarina's physical appearance into an exact replica of any person that she wishes. The Masque in Katarina's reign allowed her to blend in with non-vampiric nobility and clergy in particular, for it also masks Katarina's vampiric energies. The Masque cannot be worn forever, though, for flaws eventually begin to appear in the Masque's illusions - no dream lasts forever. Eventually, the illusion fails, but this may take as long as two to three weeks, if not longer.

The Heart of Darkness: The Heart of Darkness is without doubt the most powerful of Katarina's relics and raiments crafted during her Red Reign. It is a jet-black scarab of unknown material, surrounded in gold, worn around the neck on a golden necklace. The Heart of Darkness is impervious to all known methods of damage, and confers a black sorcerous magic field that encases the wearer in a thin layer of shadow thread, which deflects almost all known forms of attack, save for perhaps the water of the Grail itself. In addition, the Heart of Darkness also acts as a soul trap for those slain by the wearer, vastly reducing the quantity of magical energy required to cast necromantic spells. The Heart of Darkness was manufactured in the last days of Katarina's reign, as a last-ditch weapon designed to turn the tide of the Great Crusade against Neuhausen, but alas, it failed. The Heart was lost, and was never seen again. But such was the complexity and resilience of its construction, that it is almost a certainty that it survives to this day.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
As Katarina:

Height: Five feet and eleven inches.
Weight: 148 pounds, or 67.1 kg.
Strength Level: About 10 to 20 tons at maximum humanoid strength
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH at maximum reflexes
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: About 4 hours per feeding
Agility: 15X Normal
Intelligence: Not quite Genius, though she plays the long game...
Fighting Skill: Mastered. The Red Countess is a vicious and powerful fighter, particularly with her rapier.

As the Gheist:

Height: Well over ten feet tall from feet to head, including wings possibly as many as 15 ft
Weight: Unknown, possibly as much as two and half tons
Strength Level: Between 70-80 tons comfortably
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 80-90 MPH
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: About 4 hours per feeding
Agility: Slightly slower than humanoid, perhaps about 12-13X that of a human
Intelligence: The Red Countess maintains her intelligence level, even as a Gheist.
Fighting Skill: Mastered. Bestial, bloody and brutal, Katarina as a Gheist can rip through whole squads of men all by herself.

Resources:
Limited at best currently. Katarina is slowly returning to power, and lacks much of her repertoire and her infrastructure, including her library of ancient tomes. Katarina currently has herself, her power and that's about it.

Weaknesses:
Though a Vampire, Katarina is still susceptible to physical damage and if her mortal form is destroyed, she will flee back to Neuhausen as the proverbial mist to regenerate. Depending on her level of power, this can take any time between minutes and weeks, during which time she is still vulnerable to her coffin being attacked and destroyed, which will kill her. None but the most powerful gods can save her undead soul after that. Katarina is still vulnerable to the sun and will suffer very serious consequences in direct sunlight, though she can somewhat tolerate overcast conditions due to her power. Christians beware, however, for she is no stranger to the symbols of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Some say it is because of her Prussian heritage, others that even God has a plan in mind for her, others still that her latent atheism protects her, but whatever the reason, crosses and religious artefacts will not stop Katarina.

Supporting Characters:

- Lord Franz Siegfried Philipp Ludwig von Sigmaringen, Katarina's ally and vampire of Swabia. Franz Siegfried has been Katarina's constant companion since early in her reign, and accompanied her as she fled into the catacombs of the Tower of Spires. Weaker and bent to Katarina's will, Franz Siegfried is nevertheless a potent physical adversary in battle, though he lacks much of Katarina's power. Currently is unaware of Katarina's re-awakening.

- Benjamin Reeves: A werewolf that Katarina met during her brief sojourn in New York City. Katarina was instantly charmed by his mild manner and physical appearance, and has inwardly vowed to protect him from all danger as best she can. The two of them have formed an unlikely alliance, and possibly even more.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: I've already posted two of them, damn it.

Theme Song: Katarina, The Red Countess

Notes on the 'Blood Kiss'

The Blood Kiss is the von Reisech terminology for their bite. Anathema to mortality, the Blood Kiss can be utilised in several ways.

The primary, and most commonly thought of, method is the Transformation - the vampire injects the victim with a tiny quantity of their own blood through their fangs, which causes a devastating blood disease which invariably kills the victim, allowing their full transformation into a true vampire - how Katarina was turned.

For those the vampire wishes to keep around as slaves, the Blood Kiss is a simple bite. With the bite, the vampire casts a spell upon the victim, which enslaves and breaks the victim's will and allows the vampire to use the victim as a mobile blood bank, or vampire cattle, if one uses the definition from The Elder Scrolls. However, the Blood Kiss nevertheless slowly corrupts the victim over time, and eventually transforms the victim into something known as an 'Empty' - a hollow corpse that is almost akin to a zombie, only much faster and more bestial.

A third way is the manner that Franz was turned, in that the vampire's bite causes limited vampirism from the vampire's saliva. This creates a creature known to the von Reisechs as a 'Servant of Darkness' - neither human nor vampire. Blessed with the lesser powers common to all vampires, and yet still eligible for feeding, the Servants of Darkness are the von Reisechs' primary agents in the field. They require human blood for true sustenance, though they are capable of limited sustenance from mortal foodstuffs or animal blood.

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It had been almost four hundred years since her Fall. Four hundred years of suffering, slow regeneration and isolation from the world in her coffin. The surface-dwellers, the living, the mortals above - all thought that she was dead, that the Red Countess was perhaps never anything more than a myth, a legend that lived only in folk tales from Prussia. Four hundred years of archaeological digs had failed to unearth her, and so she was allowed to rest in peace... until now. The magics and balance of the world had changed, with the rise of the superheroes and supervillains, and the age of metahumanity had begun. From deep within the bowels of an abandoned ruin, a coffin stirred and slowly came to life, as a dull red glow surrounded it from within.

The Red Countess awakes from her torpor.

Katarina staggered forward and fell to the dusty stone floor, the coffin lid falling to one side and the ashes of her once-sumptuous attire swirling about her in a mockery of her old status and power, brought down by Sigismund Vasa, the Polish bastard. She could feel her old wounds aggravating her, and she thirsted... by God, she thirsted. Her energy levels were such that even opening her eyes felt an unimaginable task, let alone standing up. She lay on the cold stone for what felt like an eternity, before slowly, and painfully, she reached out a nailed hand and tried to drag herself forward, finding no strength in her tired and blood-starved muscles; despite her best efforts, she remained stubbornly immobile, her rage increasing, until finally, her will snapped and she screamed as loud as she could in pathetic defiance of her condition. She found herself practically unable to move from lack of energy, and had anyone been aware of her... they could have ended her right there and then. However, there was only one who was with her - Franz Siegfried, the man who stood by her as her world burned, as her whole dreams were cast down and shattered, as her lands were slaughtered and devastated. And now, it was he who stood above her, looking down, a broad, fanged smile on his face, with a hand extended to help her back to her feet. "Katarina, my sweet love... it has been a long time. "

Her arms protested as she slowly crawled over to his closest leg and gripped it tightly, using his clothes and frame as a structural aid as she slowly crawled to her feet. "Franz... please... help me... let me feed." Her throat was dry, her voice cracking with the strain, but Franz smiled, nodded and proceeded to open up his neck, allowing Katarina to sink her fangs into his throat and drink deeply of his tainted blood, infected as he was by a fragment of Katarina's power. She gasped involuntarily as power began to course through her torpid veins and her old strength returned to her. She withdrew her fangs as Franz staggered back, holding a hand to the bite wound, and she wiped her mouth with her hand. "Thank you. I knew you would come to save me from my torpor one day, Franz. Perhaps there is hope for us yet... hope for Neuhausen. Hope for the Tower. Hope for us to rebuild what we had. Our empire. Our future. Our... our love." Katarina looked over at a glass display case where Franz had laid out her most treasured outfit of luxurious fabrics and leather, as well as her fabled sword, Black Sun. She walked over to the case and smashed through the glass with but a light punch, and took hold of her new clothes and her sword. Dressing herself, she sheathed her sword and turned back to Franz, who looked upon her with adoring eyes, as ever.

"Franz... We have much to do. We must find allies, resources, power, and we must find it elsewhere. We could escape our foes in the New World... And there we could build up our empire with which to strike back at the hated Church, strike back at those who wronged us! Those who envied our power, our glory!The Poles, the Germans, the Lithuanians... they all will die at my hand! Let the world know... The Red Countess returneth!"

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Character you have created:
Chorąży Kseniya Stanisława Zielinska

Alias:
RUBIS (French for the gemstone 'ruby')

Speech Color:
#ED145B

Character Alignment:
Walking the Line

Identity:
Known to some, but mostly 'secret-ish' in the United States. Those with sufficient intelligence clearance could be able to find out who she is by consulting with Polish intelligence networks.

Physical Image:

Taken approximately 15 years ago. Rubis, or Kseniya as she is known by to those close to her, seems not to age. This is no mere compliment - she claims she is just as strong, fit and healthy as she was as a young woman first joining the Polish People's Army in 1985. Biological analysis has proven impossible to prove this, but she most definitely doesn't *look* 50.

Description & Personality:
Kseniya takes no shit. From anyone. She's a fearless veteran with plenty of military experience under her belt, including brief stints in combat with the Polish Army and the French Foreign Legion. She's a hard-bitten woman, and her age sometimes shows in her demeanour, seeing those younger than her as childish and irresponsible, particularly those new to the 'superhero' malarkey - such an attitude is perhaps unsurprising for someone with almost 30 years of armed service behind her. Her English is slightly clipped and spoken with a Polish accent, though it has improved since her sojourn to the United States began. She is slow to trust and slower to befriend, preferring to keep others at a respectful arm's distance, but she will not hesitate to speak her mind. If it's stupid, she'll say so. If it's wildly out of proportion, she'll say so. In combat, Kseniya is a commanding presence, whose voice rises above even the din of combat to yell orders to those under her charge. She is a disciplined, demanding squad leader, though she will never order one of her own subordinates to do anything she herself would not consider.

Origin Info/Details:
Born on the 14th of September, 1968, Kseniya Zielinska is the eldest of three children by Viktor, a career soldier in the Polish People's Army, and Krystyna, a largely self-made woman who ran a successful launderette in downtown Warszawa. Her upbringing was perhaps much different to those used to Western comforts - food queues were a common occurrence, as the Polish economy, despite several attempts at liberalisation, was slowly being ground down to support the struggling Soviet economy. (WIP)

Hero Type:
Brick

Power Level:
High Street Level/Low City Level - though she's no slouch, she's only one woman. Though a one-woman army.

Powers:

The Immovable Object - Pretty much does what it says on the tin. Rubis is, for all intents and purposes, physically indestructible. She is immune to physical injury caused by significant emotional events such as, but not limited to, being shot, being stabbed, being gassed, and being submerged in water/boiling oil/molten metal and rock. She is not limited by the vagaries of age, disease or any such other damaging source or substance. However, she is still subject to the laws of physics - blast her in the chest with a shotgun, and she will go flying. She'll also be quite angry, so you'd better have a Plan B to restrain or subdue her when you realise that your little gun isn't going to stop this Polish juggernaut.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Date of Birth: September 14th, 1968
Height: Five feet and ten inches (177.8 cm)
Weight: Twelve and a half stone (79.37 kg)
Strength Level: Above Human (but not by much
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Effectively limitless
Agility: Human
Intelligence: Above Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered. As a veteran of 30 years, I'd hope so.

Resources:
Medium. As a veteran of over 30 years' service, Kseniya has amassed quite the small fortune, due to her service in the Soviet Bloc being more lucrative due to her status. She has most of her cash invested in several bank accounts in Poland, Switzerland and Sweden, though she prefers to keep a sizeable sum of money on hand in case of 'emergencies'. Her estimated net worth is approximately €650,000 in her bank accounts alone, with another €75-€100,000 on hand immediately. However, given most of her arms trades are with the black market, such monetary reserves are not inexhaustible.

Weaknesses:
Rubis is not invincible to non-mundane forms of assault. She can be affected by psychic attacks and abilities targeting her mental health, though as a veteran of 30 years, she is quite hardened to horror, and she is strong-willed. She's also just one person. Surround her, capture her and restrain her. She might be immune to bullets, but she's still just a person, though perhaps stronger than one might expect, given how she can use her muscular structure to its fullest extent.

Supporting Characters - Family, Friends and Acquaintances

Pułkownik Viktor Zielinski, 64, M, Father - Resident of Warszawa. Colonel in the Polish Land Forces.
Krystyna Zielinska, 60, F, Mother - Resident of Warszawa. Retired launderette owner.
Jozef Zielinski, 44, M, Brother - Resident of Warszawa. Investment banker. Helps Kseniya with her financial matters.
Jan Zielinski, 40, M, Brother - Resident of Kolobrzeg. Fisherman in the Baltic Sea.
Jean Duchene, 54, M, Family Friend - Resident of Lost Haven. Retired Capitaine in the French Foreign Legion.
Charles Lerroux/Konstantin Tchorzewski, 51, M, Family Friend - Resident of Paris. Retired soldier, FFL/Polish Land Forces.
Caporal-Chef Arielle Francoise Lerroux - 19, F, Friend - Resident of Toulouse. Soldier, French Army.

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