At one time, Amaryllis's arms were normal, unscarred, and white as a dove. She would wrestle with her brothers, surrounded by soft and fluffy couches, plug protected outlets, and edge protected tables. They were safe, mostly, until one gave another a shallow scratch with their fingernail. From even a single scrape, the children would ruin rugs and throw pillows as the Fleischer Family Curse took its toll, forcing them to make a sizable plasma donation to the house. They all knew the risks, of course, they had the band-aids and medical bandages on hand to stop the bleeding. They continued their roughhousing beyond earshot of their parents...

Amaryllis's mother, Dahlia, knew the truth of their family's curse. She understood that time was running short as Sorin had already passed away years before. She and her husband studied the occult, making a fortune by reading futures, holding seances, and investigating hauntings. The greatest ritual they ever developed was one to break their curse. She knew Amaryllis, the first-born, would need to be saved first, as soon as possible, before she followed Death to meet her husband.

Something was not right, Amaryllis had passed out early in the bloodletting phase of the ritual. She struggled against her bindings and exasperated the new cuts on her wrists. The long gashes and otherworldly lettering on her arms wept until they went blue. Dahlia completed the runes and smeared a circle in blood around her daughter before realizing that the ritual was faulty. She then realized that her baby girl was on Death's door. She rushed Amaryllis to the hospital in heavy bandages, but her body would refuse to close her wounds. Dahlia would die a year later, consumed by the knowledge that the ritual failed.

She was wrong.

Through experimentation and practice, Amaryllis is now able to shape her blood into a powerful attack. As part of this attack, she usually augments her switchblade with a long, vicious point. Even without the switchblade, she can create a deadly spike in the palm of her hand to shove in the nearest enemy's neck. The stabs she inflicts with her deadly spike leave burning wounds as some of her blood mingles on the skin of her foe. Unlike a normal weapon, the wounds created by this spike refuse to heal through natural means as the Fleicher Family Curse mingles with the flesh of the untainted.

After some time, she can now use this ability without harming herself, learning to shape the spike with higher accuracy.

With little more than a tap, Lilith is able to extract all the blood from a body within barely a second. A body shriveled in this way is likely difficult to identify, though its bones (especially teeth) will still be intact.

While the blood appears to be siphoned into Lilith's cursed wounds underneath her heavy medical bandages, it does not directly come into contact with her bloodstream. She can easily conjure stored blood from her wounds, willing it out in all manners of shapes and streams. With a flourish of her hands, she's able to use this newly summoned blood to fuel some of her more powerful abilities.

Lilith smiles kindly at the new member of her Family. Piercing both of her own and her partner’s palm, she interlocks their fingers into hers. On the Family Member’s palm appears a small blister that quickly callouses over and disappears beneath their skin

Should the Family Member decide to remove the Mark, they will find that they must dig deep underneath their flesh, and will pull out a veiny, arm-length clot of solidified blood… followed quickly by a liter of their own essence.

Lilith has discovered how to more carefully manipulate the blood in her body as well as the bodies of people around her. With a simple flick of her wrist, she is able to lengthen and sharpen the nails of her fingers (which are now simply hardened bloodmass) for precise incisions. Along with her other talents, this allows her to more easily extract blood from targets, perform mundane surgeries on a whim, and even use these blades in moments of desperation.

In a flash, Lilith knits freestanding blood into a structure of pulsing veins suspended around her target, protecting them from all damage. As long as she concentrates, a circle of blood remains around her target as she focuses, splashing up to intercept any further incoming attacks

She knows what makes people tick, what makes their hearts stir. Their desires, their fears. When she lies, she says only what they want to hear. The truth is always so much harder to believe.

It's a lot of work being a student and a contractor, especially after having to suddenly transfer not only identities, but also medical programs. Since Amaryllis was pronounced dead, it would take a little bit of finagling for Mr. Walter to supply the University of Chicago with convincing documents to Lilith's history. With a few favors and some time, Lilith Weider was officially accepted into the Masters program at Pritzker College of Medicine where she can continue her studies.

Lilith's understanding of medical terminology and methods was already quite strong by now, but imbuement has rapidly increased her rate of learning as well as her curiosity. She began by experimenting on small mammals such as rats and mice, learning how to manipulate the blood in their systems to stabilize inflicted wounds. With her consent, she tried it on Naamah as well, willing the dog's blood to stitch an incision back together and scab over in a matter of seconds. Recording this all in a journal, she began to gather some useful research on how to combine her understanding of medicine with her new supernatural abilities. One day soon, the notes will be obsolete as she perfects and memorizes her methods.

In addition, she has learned that just a single drop of her blood is able to keep any harvested body part in a fascinating form of sterile stasis, be it blood, limbs, or the heart of a lizard-person. She's realized that her body can be used as a storage unit for foreign blood as well, keeping a suspended sample directly in her veins.

Lilith pulls blood out of her eternal scars, pooling it into the target’s wound. With essence touched by the demi-god Cornelius Valentine, she is able to manifest some of his burgeoning holiness to stitch flesh back together. The wound glows a pepto bismol pink hue as it weaves back together, demonstrating a magic that is not quite Lilith’s own.

Lilith's blood barrier is potent, but sometimes it's not enough to protect her or her allies. The Passenger does not tolerate failure, and will refuse to let Lilith die when her magic is not enough. Tapping into the potential of the curse, The Passenger manifests a surge of unnatural energy to destroy Lilith's physical form, leaving nothing but the misty menevolence of the curse's shadow hanging in the air.