The Dancing Devil, Amber Shepherd

 The 50s were not kind to Amber's family. The daughter of a salary man losing the rat race and a secretary for her husband's boss, having met in the breakroom. Things got messier when the divorce papers were signed with her father's snub nose. Amber was left alone, afraid, and cold on the street. She didn't know where to go, what to do, and New York swept her up in the craze of the streets. Amber refused to let herself become just another street rat.

She found a family, two sisters. Sure her older sister needed a little help out of her shell but it was nice. A real, loving, family right here in the mud. They swore to each other that nothing would get between them. Amber felt like maybe they would make it work and maybe that little kernel of something bitter in her heart would disappear. Then the Disco King walked into their lives. He promised the world- drugs, money, clothes. He promised them a taste of the high life. It was not all he promised but to Amber, twisted as the club scene swallowed her up and spat her out, it was so much more. It took her a while to earn her place, absolutely, but god did the blood feel better than sex.


Revenge came when their traveling band swept into Baltimore and got caught in the Night of Blood. She felt wrong begging for shelter with the Anarchs. Why should she beg? Why should she give up her hunger, her fun, for their stupid rules? The Beast inside her itched and it divided her from her sisters. She tried her best, did everything she could, to hold it together and connect to the Anarchs. Then her old friends began to reach out to her.. and boredom caught her. Now, as time drags on, she begins to slowly slide back. She returns to Baltimore to talk with her sister but, Lilith damn her, she hasn't felt that same rush since she left. So here comes The Dancing Devil, The Rose Fiend, as she struggles between her worship of pain and her love of her sisters.