Arrival

Larissa was raised in a rich family in the Mainland that went bankrupt in her teens. She left the family and started a dancer career, studying and reading in her freetime. She had her fun, lived in a shared apartment with some other girls, and did not make any plans for her future.

She was searching from some thrillrides on a Halloween day, wandering onto a roadside attraction that offered horrors and entertainment. She got lost in a labyrinth of spiderwebs, scary ghosts projections and screams. She didnt remember the exact transition, but suddenly she found herself on the foggy streets of Toxia, screaming ghosts and zombies threatening, this time for real.

On this first day she thought, she hoped she is dreaming, wandering around listening to whispers of different ghosts, getting dizzy and sick from the foul toxins, fetid zombies. She walked and walked, all sorts of undead telling their repeating stories, the history of a cursed city slowly uncovering itself from the mouths of its own long dead residents.

The "civilians", vampires, rogue streetfighters and demons strolled the streets fighting or tracking the monsters. They all seemed to avoid her, minding their own business, searching for cover or shooting mindlessly at the creatures that appeared after the sirens were sounded.

Taking refugee in the bar in the downtown area for half a day did not help her shake off the eerie mood, as the sirens warned about monsters every hour. she found comfort though, and for the night she found a derelict, dirty hotel, the with the simplest check in ever, as the ghost receptionist did not really seem to care. She found some clean sheets and fell into sleep, hoping she wakes up where she started, and find this was just a bad dream.

She woke up in the same room, hungry, sick from the poisonous air, without clean clothes, without anyone familiar, with ghosts with zombies with vampires. She needed food, and clean clothes, she needed money. She started to work as a dancer in Haven, the bar she spent some time the previous day. In the following weeks she got used to the wierdos that populated the city, she got used to the sirens hauling in every hour, and started to feel at home in the forlorn hotelroom, decorating it to her own taste.

She met Lorne in the bar, a handsome figure with playful locks of hair, still with a sense for style and a strong, unparalleled presence. If you compare the figure to the other freaks, he seemed a simple human, except for the black voids in place of his eyes. Larissa was intrigued, and flashed an appreciating smile at him, which he returned with an attention she rarely received, even as a dancer on the stage. He suggested her to join the Omegan Institute, and showed her the nearby library, advancing on her with restrained compliments and an ever irresistable charm. His spells surrounded them naturally and her excitement and curiousity won over worries. The magic worked in the smoothest possible way. She became and Omegan and an apprentice of lorne in the same hour they met.

Larissa Croft

Dancer at Insurextion