Creation is not the place it once was, it has been wracked by pestilence and creatures from outside creation. Itís tyrant kings were thrown down, and replaced by the less then perfect Terrestrial exalted, who flounder and stagnate as they do their best to immitate the old god kings. Now, the Ananthema return... The Lunars from the wyld tainted wastes, the Solars once more have begun to exalt acting as shining paragonís of perfection, the Sidereals continue to manipulate the world behind the scenes, but another type of Exalt has seemingly appeared. The Abyssals, dark mockeries of the solar heroes. They are flesh eating cannibals, soul eaters, stuck between life and death, armies of the dead spring up at their command, and the corpses of their enemies only serve to strengthen their retinue.
But, what did any of this have to with a woman whoís former name was Annabelle. She was a simple, attractive woman, a warm hearted lover to her partner Morrigan, who was a gentle hearted woman. They adopted a young girl, orphaned by conflict and named her Lyta. It, should have been a perfect life, but it was not destined in the loom of fate. Annabelle, was something special... She had potential, a nebulous destiny, that would eventually be cut short.
Someone, took an interest her. A Dark figure encased perpetually in soul steel armour. Known to some as the First and Forsaken lion.
The young woman had been a well known martial artist in the early days of her life, she won tournaments, and had often been hired to act as a body guard for wandering nobles who couldnít afford the protection of a Dragonblooded. Unfortunately, her days of combat came to and end when she met Morrigan. She put down her weapons and retired, to live a simple life in a little village, far away from the throng, where she could forget her days as a warrior and just, spend her days lounging in her lovers arms. It wasnít long until they adopted a child to share in their joy, as they lived off what the warrior had horded in her days as a mercenary.
The Lion did not approve. But, she was only a mortal another would take her place, and the flow of ghosts to the Underworld would increase once another like her entered the fray.
But, Paradise did not last... The guild came seeking more flesh for trade. Morrigan and Lyta, resisted to the last, while Annabelle tried in vain to get through the throng of warriors, and watched, as they were cut down to show the rest of the lot, what would happen if they resisted. Annabelle fell not soon after, the multitude of blades, and arrows in her flesh finally sapped the will from her body.
The Lion was pleased... And he made her an offer that she couldnít refuse, accept the black exaltation, become his vassal, and gain vengeance for those that had killed her lover and child. There was no hesitation, only rage. That night, the earth was stained red with blood. The multitudes of warriors were wiped away, with fists and fangs. Anabelle was no more, and Broken Hearted Nightmare now stalks creation.
She soon found herself led to the under world by another, and there she was taught what she was, she learned the ways of her deathlords. Now, she acts as his fist when the time requires it... But her free time is spent tearing apart the guild piece by piece wherever she can find it.
(I'm willing to discuss power level, and I'd also be willing to change the Deathlord who she serves if it was best for the story. I'd be willing to go solo, or multiplayer)