(( It seems you already have with this
Carla you added. And what about Conner? You can't make
another one! Unless... you wanted to do Character Sheets for them?... Let me just warn you that inexperienced role players will have a hard time playing two or three characters equally.))
Silvia was surprised to have her sight temporarily blocked and tensed when she felt his arm around her; goosebumps raised the hair on her skin as he whispered to her in that monotone voice, and her thoughts flitted to a scene where he would kill her quickly, instead of a drawn-out death, as his gift of thanks. She bit her lip as her heart quickened pace when he cut her arm, but she was curious to see how he'd thank her, despite her underlying fear of his ruthlessness. She felt his own warmth flow into her veins... it was a very strange feeling, until it had reached her heart. She only heard key words as her mind used all of its' mechanics for processing this new-found ability,
"Reward... kindness... control blood... stop... create a weapon... imagination..." She blinked as he let her go, shaking her head a little, then sat herself down on the ground. It drained her energy to receive the information of a whole new skill set, with a basic intuition of how to use it, and a confusing buzzing had started in her head at her scalp.
She brought a strand of hair to her face and watched in detached fascination as she watched it change color, from root to tip, into a decidedly more maroon color, and it looked a
lot like blood. She looked around herself to see the world had gone black-and-white for a couple of seconds, slowly fading to its' original colors, and she couldn't help but wonder if the color of her eyes had changed. Her Illusion magic wore off, since she wasn't paying attention to it, and she could clearly see the drying blood that had run down to her elbows. Concentrating on that line of blood, she focused on lifting it off her body and back onto the wound to form a scab... and amazingly, the red fluid came off her arms in droplets, forming together until her skin was flawless except for the large holes of radiating pain her fingernails had left. Squinting, she directed the blobs of blood onto the wounds, directing it to cover every part and the leftover flowing back into her bloodstream, and she marveled at how
natural it seemed. She stood up, feeling invincible, and watched as Vlad walked away.
She wondered, what were his motives...