I am Mizerie. Student of Nightshade and I am a Necromancer. I have been a kindred for well over a thousand years and I am a childer of Marius who leads the kindred in this area presently. I have not always enjoyed my unlife.. in fact I hate it though I do not tell anyone. I hate it, because I am dreadfully alone though Master Nightshade has asked if I was bored enough to want to hang around him for the next few hundred years or so.. so at least I shall have company.
He taught me well when I was young and I have learned as much as I could.. though my methods are abstract.. they tend to get the job done. Many in the city call me, "Small lady" Since I am barely five feet tall. I also hire the kindred runners to do work for me so that I can line their pockets a bit so they shall not have to seek other alternatives.
I have hidden many secrets from my master.. including the fact that while we were apart an elder kindred I ran into hurt me. He has a unique ability to make his touch like acid and burned nasty marks into my arm and shoulder. Marks I have never been able to heal. He did so as I used my magic against him while he was hurting a small girl for sick and twisted pleasures. I abhore cruelty. I was raised to hate it and I do not tolerate it.
He sought me out while I slept and was able to subdue me before I could use the magic of the runes against him. They are cold and dark marks I forever now carry and I am ashamed of them.. for to me they mark failure in my craft. Failure I was on that day not strong.. and it marks the fact I failed as my Masters student.
I have however been able to conceal them and have helped save the city from destruction with my Master. I only hope I can somehow find whats left of myself as something seems to be missing.