Mystique’s legend begins in the 10th century. I was stripped of my innocence through my father’s betrayal and the separation from my brother. I could not see how I was of any use to anyone. A pious young woman in search of hope, but instead I was damned.
I had roamed this land in search for someone to look up to. Someone to take this hideous pain from me, and in my search I had come to a wall. All hope was lost for that moment.
My tunnel was full of darkness and there was no chance of me ever coming to be. Until this woman step forth to give me a chance at life in this offer has taken a diabolical twice as she gave me a chance to discover her true origin. Her name was Ophelia Bell. She offered that I learn what her very exist was all about. And in this light this is when I accepted her embracement. This is when I stepped fourth as a True Toreador.
Ophelia taught me grace and pose and of course the art of the Rose. Beautiful in all that we do. By day and by night we walk the streets of haven and of hell to show and art of a kill. We are unable to corrupt our souls; we find strength in love in the arts. Yes we can be a bit above ourselves. But this is how I learn to come one with my true nature. Now I am more worthy to walk this land.
I need no Sire, Ophelia was that. I am looking for a Lord to walk by my side in this endless conquest.
Will you be the one to take my side?
