This is the original background blurb for my character in the Faust Chronicles. I am in the process of rewriting and expanding it but I'm posting it now to give players an idea of what Darren is looking for.

Drifting up out of slumber Liz tried to roll over and found she was unable to move. Confusion pushing sleep from her mind she opened her eyes to find herself sitting upright, tied securely to a chair. Fear replaced confusion as memory of her abduction came flooding back. The rough hands grabbing her, the sweet smelling cloth covering her face, blocking her screams.

A noise off to the side drew her attention and she turned toward it, dreading to see the axe wielding maniac her imagination conjured. The sight that met her eyes was so different from the one she had imagined she was, at first, unable to process it. Instead of the giant, hairy, brute of a man she had expected her captor was a small, balding, bookish looking, middle aged man. The type she wouldn't have given a second glance if she had met him on the streets.

Liz's struggles caught the man's attention and he walked toward her carrying a small bowl. Placing the bowl on a low pedestal beneath her left arm he took a small, sharp knife from it. To Liz the bowl looked almost like a skull, about the size of a child's, with ominous, dark, rust colored stains filling the cavities.

The man began to mumble in a language Liz didn't recognize and then suddenly, drew the knife across her wrist. The man's eyes were glazed and held a frightening spark, a spark that Liz could only think of as madness. Fear gave way to panic as she felt the warm gush of blood leaving the wound. Helplessly she watched her life draining into the bowl as the man continued his strange half-crazed mumbling.

Liz felt a power in the room, growing as her life ebbed away. A dim corner of her mind realized the power was feeding on her life force, using her blood as a conduit allowing it to grow in strength even as she weakened. The mumbling and loss of blood had combined to dull her awareness of anything in the room other than the growing power and a creeping darkness threatening to overwhelm her. She fought to retain consciousness, knowing if she failed death would not be far away.

A sudden crash registered on the edges of her senses. Through numbed thoughts she vaguely identified the noise as someone breaking down a door. She drifted further into the darkness barely noticing the struggle going on just a few feet from her helpless form. Then another crash and agony.

In the struggle the bowl had been knocked from it’s pedestal and crashed to the floor breaking into hundreds of small pieces. The power deprived of its focus sought a new focus. It followed the warm blood that had fed it to it’s source, the young woman tied helplessly in the chair.

Liz felt the power enter her like a fire flowing through her veins. First her wrist where the wound was still pouring out her life blood. Then her whole arm felt like she had plunged it into a roaring fire. It continued to fill her until she was sure that when it subsided nothing would remain of her except a pile of ash, if the fire subsided at all. She would not have been surprised if the fire did not stop with her but continued to engulf anything it came in contact with until the entire planet was nothing but a scorched cinder.

Then darkness.

She awoke in the hospital a changed woman. She could still feel the power flowing through her though it no longer burned but had become a comforting balm promising to take away all misery and pain if she would only give in to it. The promise offered by the power was tempting and it took all of Liz’s self control to fight the urge to give in. For she knew the force residing within her was evil.

The next few weeks were a struggle for Liz. Not for her life which she had nearly lost but for her very soul. The seductive call of power battered at her night and day until she thought she would go crazy. Afraid to confide in anyone for fear they would think she was crazy Liz suffered the power’s influence alone, without help.

As her body regained it’s strength the power within her faded until it was gone and she was free.

Or so she thought.