Born Finn O'Connor to a devout, protestant family, Ophlexia never felt comfortable living in the humble, christian environment. Drawn more to the dark and macabre, the feminine and the vanity of bodybuilding, Finn was forever at odds with his parents. He spent his teens with no friends, instead using all his time alone to train his body or dress in whatever girl's clothing he could get his hands on.
At 18, Finn came to the conclusion he was obviously trans, and began secretly referring to himself as 'Ophelia'.
When Ophelia revealed this to her parents, she was disowned, and with nowhere to go, she chose to make her way to Whitby, the heart of the gothic culture she'd engrossed herself in in her teens.

She quickly found herself swept away in the Goth culture of the 1980's, and trained her body even harder, becoming the size of a Mr. Olympia level bodybuilder. She saved up for years to afford the pair of FF cup breasts so she could feel more female than ever before, though decided to keep her manhood, slightly turned on by the masculine power it represented.

One night, Ophelia and a group of her friends climbed the 100 stairs from the old town up to Whitby Abbey, to take take part in the old goth cliche of hanging out in a graveyard. They spent their time laughing, drinking and reading the tombstones, imagining what kind of lives the people buried below led, but Ophelia could not shake the feeling they were being watched.

as midnight grew closer, a hulking, musclebound stranger seemingly appeared from nowhere. Ghostly pale skin, enormous musculature, blood red lips and a gorgeous feminine face with glowing red eyes. She appeared silently behind the group, uttering only the words 'Greetings young ones'. Ophelia's friends ran away screaming, but Ophelia stayed put, awe struck by the figure of beautiful, feminine power in front of her.

The stranger smiled, and exposed the 2 sharp fangs that sat behind her blood red lips.
'You're quite the specimen aren't you young one?' she rhetorically asked. 'quite the mix of pretty and powerful'.
Ophelia said nothing, still dumbfounded by the stranger's hulking form and sultry beauty.
'you're awfully quite, good. would be a shame to waste such a beauty like cattle and drain you dry.'
'Drain me dry?'Ophelia stuttered out.
'oh not you my pretty' the stranger said, suggestively stroking Ophelia's chin.'you'd fair much better as one of us'.
'One of who?' Ophelia asked, now more curious than shy.
The stranger giggles. 'The Vampire my sweet.'
'are you serious?'
'quite serious my dear, I offer you the gift of immortality, if you have the fortitude to take it'.
Ophelia thought for a moment, living forever? drinking blood? more and more power? Ophelia was both terrified, excited and slightly aroused by the prospect.
'I accept'
'Of course you do dear, now stay still, this will only hurt for a moment'

The stranger sank her teeth into Ophelia's neck, and she found herself quickly passing out. She awoke some time later, choking on dirt and feeling the weight of 6 feet of earth on top of her. Ophelia felt the dirt enter her mouth, but she wasn't choking, she wasn't even breathing.
she used her raw power to pull herself from the dirt and emerged a Vampire. Even more muscular and imposing than before, a larger manhood between her legs than before, and her already feminine facial features enhanced to perfection with plump, soft lips, sily, porcelain skin and glowing, purple eyes.

She was no longer Human, she was a vampire, and would need a new name to suit her new found power.
She flexed her huge arms and smiled confidently, feeling the pinch of her new fangs on the inside of her lip.
'Flex?... O-FLEX-ia?... Ophlexia?'.