Upon the slopes of The Spine, a secluded community housed an order known as the Seraph Throne; an organization dedicated to training men and women in numerous martial and magical arts. Members of the Throne sought to protect their own and others from common and mythical monstrosities alike. Samara showed an aptitude for magic as a child, and was extended a offer to join them. With the largest collection of texts and mentors in the region, her parents were proud of the opportunity.

Years passed and Samara became proficient in several elemental schools of magic. A dependent and valiant member of Throne Hunting Parties, she enjoyed the support of her community. Samara's Party in particular ventured deep into the wilderness finding dangerous and mysterious creatures alike. The challenge poised by some of the monsters in the wild drew her on; as well as knowing such dangerous creatures would never be offered the chance to harm those she knew.

One day their Party came upon a secluded village in the forest. The people were friendly and welcomed the outsiders. The Seraphs were invited to return while they prowled the land for monsters; and a lack of interest in trade on their part kept interactions limited to just the Hunters as they explored the region.

When the next New Moon rested behind black clouds, the Samara and other Seraphs set out from the secluded village to recently discovered ruins. What seemed abandoned and bereft even of wild beasts, they soon found themselves ambushed by an overwhelming, ferocious force. The captured Seraphs were brought before a bone-white woman introduced as The Imperatrix. Their gracious host spent little time entertaining the entire group before they were ushered to the dungeon. All except for Samara herself.

Months passed with Samara the personal captive of The Imperatrix. The monstrous woman drained and fed the Seraph her blood countless times. All the while Samara's mental resistance eroded under its influence. When she showed signs that normal food and drink were difficult to keep down, servants began providing blood for their honored guest. Samara resisted, especially when a living donor was brought forward. The revulsion diminished with time as her captivation with the Imperatrix grew.

A rescue party located the ruins -- after several false states from the village -- to free their captive Seraphs. Samara and another captive stumbled up from the dungeon, and were quickly whisked away to safety. The damage, however, had already been done. The Healers of the Seraph Throne found Samara's magical capabilities had been drastically reduced though they couldn't identify the cause. What they could say was that she was not a Vampire -- Samara's heart still beat, and exposure to sunlight didn't cause her to spontaneously combust.

While Samara's explanation of the so-called Imperatrix conducting 'experiments' on her held weight, some of the Virtues -- the ruling council -- remain skeptical. They allowed their recovered Seraph to venture outside under the watchful eye of her best friend, Leo Roka. The sunlight didn't affect her, but under the midday sun Samara began to feel uneasy. When they retired to her chambers, however, Samara turned on Leo.

After the near-death experience, Leo escorted Samara to the holding area where a Dark Magic user was held. There they explored the nature of her condition in secret. If the Virtues became aware of Samara's new inelven nature they might subjugate her as they would other monsters. Fortunately, Dark Energy seemed to have a recuperative effect than normal healing magic did not.

After several clandestine visits with the Dark Magic user, Kastor, one of the Virtues summoned Samara to their chambers. Forced to enjoy a drink -- as she had meals among others in recent days -- and temptation gnawing at her grasp on reality, there was a sudden burst of magic. Samara barely remembered what happened next; she remembered jumping out of a window and a few, fleeting moments of clarity. An unknown time later, she found herself alone in the woods.

Since that day, Samara has felt tracked by shadowy figures. Whether it's the Monsters or the Hunters, it's kept her constantly on the move fleeing captivity or death -- or the body or the soul.