CROWLEY, Vincentia

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The fire died down and the trunk split in two, sending one half of the tree her way. She deftly stepped to the side, watching as the now burned, dead tree crashed to the ground.
Her attention was turned to the trunk of the tree. Hovering where the middle of the trunk would have been was a scythe, metal glimmering unnaturally in the lightning and the wood of its staff blackened. She reached up and took it, then continued walking, dead leaves crunching underneath her feet.
Second, she came upon a hooded figure, standing still as stone in front of her, blocking her way.
'You cannot pass. You are unworthy.'
She raised an eyebrow. 'Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?'
'A guardian of this realm.'
For a moment, Vincentia considered why she was walking in this direction. She had a powerful desire to go this way, for a reason she couldn't quite divine- but this 'guardian' believed she couldn't do it. She might as well prove it wrong. 
'Very well, then.'
She spun on her heel, turning to walk away. Every fiber in her body protested this action, but she doubted she could defeat this thing with a straightforward attack.
The scythe shifted in her grip and she whirled around. Blade connected firmly with cowl, the metal cutting cleanly through.
The figure fell, vanishing into dust on a wind that smelled of storm. Its cloak, however, remained mysteriously intact, even where her blade had cut it. Picking up the cloak and cowl, she quickly put it on. Now she felt like she fit her surroundings.
Lastly, she found herself at a pond. The same feeling which had propelled her forward told her that this was what she sought.
The water was still, a black mirror reflecting the sky above. In its very center floated a black lotus, a green glow limning the edge of its petals. The lotus was death itself.
All around the pond were the scattered bodies of other people who had tried to obtain this exclusive power. Some were no more than skeletons, on others the blood leaking out of their eyelids wasn't dry.
Eyelids.
Why the eyelids?
Vincentia's gaze flashed back to the lotus. She stared at it evenly, pushing away her emotions and walking straight towards it, stepping over the bodies.
Flash.
The light was painful and nearly blinded her, as if she were staring straight into a lightning bolt. Vincentia, however, refused to let her gaze be torn from the flower. She was certain that this was the way to success.
Another step.
Flash.
No, she wouldn't let herself lose her balance now, walking out steadily in a perfect line towards the flower. At the fringes of her vision, she could see the dead bodies- unworthy souls, all of them. They hadn't had the willpower to look Death in the eyes and live. But she did. She would not let herself fail.
Another step.
Flash.
Step.
Flash.
Step.
Flash.
Step.
Flash.
Step.
Flash.
She stepped onto the water, her feet sending ripples  throughout the pond. The black water was shaky beneath her, but solid. Twirling the scythe, she turned it horizontally and stepped forward again.
Flash.
The light of the lotus was blinding.
She fell.
The water swallowed her, cold to the touch. Underwater, she could see more bodies- more failures. She couldn't be like them, no.
Frigidity. Efficiency. Balance.
Vincentia forced herself upwards, swimming directly up with all her might. She shoved the scythe up before her, the blade cutting through the water.
Exploding out of the pond, she gasped for breath, all her willpower was focused on getting out of the water and back on top of it. And something within her reacted.
She surged out of the pond, eyes locked on the lotus as she landed, crouched, in front of it, the scythe not used for balance but ready as a weapon. Reaching down, she plucked the lotus from its spot and held it up in front of her face for inspection.
Flash.
Her vision filled with green light, and, appearing in front of her, she saw herself. She had long ago learned how to judge souls, and now it was her turn to judge her own.
Distant. Cold. Aloof. Deadly. Unafraid. Logical.
Balanced.
Vincentia's eyes flew open.
She found herself somewhere oddly familiar. The Ninth Temple.
She'd never seen it at night before. Looking upwards, she gazed to the sky, spotting the Celestial Lotus constellation with ease.
For a moment, she felt an odd, indescribable feeling as she stared at the stars. Perhaps it was from her odd dream? Or maybe it was from all the acolytes staring at her with open alarm?
Oh. There were acolytes here?
Turning, she realized that the entire temple was awake, all their eyes trained on her. She stood atop the altar to the Ninth Petal in the central courtyard, which would reflect the constellation on its dark obsidian mirror when the stars were aligned properly. Which, she remembered, they were. Nine points of light glowed on the mirror, even beneath her, connected to form the lotus with glowing silver light- even in her shadow. The ninth star burned brilliant green.
Goodness, was she still in her pajamas? How improper.
Glancing down at herself, she realized that she wasn't dressed in her pajamas. She was dressed in an oddly familiar black cowl and cloak. Looking at it now, she realized it had belonged to the last Raven Lotus... and she'd gotten it in her dream.
Hmm, strange.
Did she have a scythe? That would also be slightly out of the ordinary.
Oh, yes, look, there was a scythe. It looked identical to the one she'd had in her dream.
Did she have a lotus?
Vincentia looked at her left hand, the one that had plucked the lotus, and gasped. 
Wrapping around her wrist and hand was a marking of a lotus--black with brilliant green outlining the petals. 
Power thrummed through her body, and she brought her hand up to grasp the scythe.
The design of the tattoo flashed into being in the air around her, unfurling outwards. The green glowed brilliantly, lighting the entire courtyard--the light of the Lotus.

Vincentia was accelerated through some of her classes in accordance with her new status. She now is part of Operation Nevermore.
However, she keeps the fact that she's the Raven Lotus relatively secret--she likes to see people unnerved when she reveals her true nature and power.[/ul]

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[/b] The name of her scythe. She can summon or dismiss it as she pleases. It is practically unbreakable, and the blade can cut through metal. It's also imbued with the wisdom of the first Raven Lotus.
Transcendence: Like all Lotuses, Vincentia can briefly pull herself into a state of incredible power. This, however, exhausts her, and she is more likely than not going to pass out after the exertion of this ability. Additionally, she can use it very rarely, and prefers to save it for special occasions. Every time she uses it, she shortens her lifespan as her soul is pulled closer to the void.[/ul]
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