It was a simple day, over a mass graveyard with neat tombstones about.
There was one tombstone that seemed to be just like any other. On it was
the one word, a name, Andrael. A shadow caused by clouds rolled over the
grave and the image of a man stood there, an aura of darkness around him as
looked down and touched the stone before he was gone just as the shadow left
the gravesite. It wasn't long after that a crack was heard as the tombstone
split. A hand made its way out of the ground, a woman crawling out of the
ground as she groaned and made her way out of the earth. She stood dazed as
she looked about and started to walk, some unholy purpose pushing her
forward.
Description:
Thick, wavy black hair sticks to a pale almost white face. There are clumps of dirt in her hair and stains of dried mud on her face. Her eyes are rather terrifying milky blue, as if seeing the world through something else. She has a smell of death and roses about her as she has ruined clothing around her person. Her face has a horrid scar as if from some intense burn, the flesh on her right cheek is warped and damaged. She seems to be standing hobbled over and overly thin in an unhealthy manner.
