Je'Anne Diabasson
    Born in 1938 to Mason and Candace Diabasson. She lived just two short years before her parents were killed in a car accident. From that time on she was raised by her aunt, Evangeline Chevalier. Her parents had left her a sizeable account and a moderate estate. Her Aunt Vangy was a pleasant, though eccentric, woman who delighted in raising her neice. As a child Je'Anne was lavished with presents and went to an expensive private school for girls. She was a bright student, always eager to learn; though when it came to making friends, she made no real ones, save one. Sarita. Je'Anne was five years old when Sarita was born to her aun'ts best friend, and so it was....they were raised together.
    As she got older, Vangy exposed her more and more to the strange rituals that went on at night. Little did her aunt know, Je'Anne had been following her on those nights that the moon shown full and bright. Je'Anne would crouch low behind a tombstone, hidden from all, and watch as the drums were played; as they danced in a frenzy around the blazing fire. Her bright, sapphire eyes would grow wide in amazement, wonder and fear when the preist would sever the head off of a chicken and feed the blood to the priestess, all while everyone else was chanting in an unknown tongue.
    Until one night, Je'Anne witnessed Sarita dancing with the others. She gasped, thus alerting them to her presence.  The priestess, who was Sarita's mother, came to her and instead of lecturing her as he aunt would have, she smiled warmly at her and offered her a her hand. Je'Anne hesitantly took it and was lead out to the fire. Sarita ran up to her laughing, and took her hands, urging her to dance with them. Thus began Je'Anne's teachings of Voudoun.
    Meanwhile in school, Je'Anne continued to excel in her classes. She naturally took to computers, and would often be asked by her teachers to help fix them when the programs weren't running correctly. This lead her to learn intricate programming and even a bit of hacking, though she was careful not to let her teachers see this.

     In her teachings of Voudoun, Je'Anne learned much about herbs and what combinations to use on certain illnesses. This piqued her interest in medicine as a whole, and after graduation, Je'Anne went on to medical school, and graduted top of her class with honors, and a doctorate in Emergency Medicine. It was no surprise when she found herself working for the main hospital's emergency department and climbed the ranks to head Surgical Attendant.


     It was at this hospital that she began to notice a mysterious man always wandering about. Though when anyone would go to ask him if he needed anything, he was always no where to be found. She assumed he would just leave once he seen attention was drawn to him. Too many nights, however, she'd catch glimpses of him as she left at the end of her shift. This unnevered her, and at the same time interigued her. He wasn't an ugly man......quite the opposite. He had a rougeish type of handsome to him. And he didn't seem threatening..... always acting in a very corteous manner the few times some of the staff had been able to catch him. Finally one night she seen him as she walked to her car, and changed her direction, walking straight up to him, and asking to know why he was always hanging out around the hospital. The man, embaressed, fumbled an apology to her, yet his eyes never left hers. He introduced himself as Stephane Tremblay the Second.  He admitted to her that she was the reason for his nightly visits to the hospital, and asked her out for a cup of coffee. Je'Anne agreed, though something told her she shouldn't trust this man.

     At the cafe, Stephane explained that he had first seen her one night leaving from the hospital and was instantly awed by her beauty and the graceful way she moved, even when in a hurry. The only reason he had not approached her was he feared she would laugh at him, as he didn't think someone like himself was deserving of a woman like her. Je'Anne flushed at this and immediately fell prey to his charms. They sat in the cafe all night talking; laughing. Stephane displayed nothing but the manners of a perfect gentleman. Then as the hours crept closer to dawn he sadly told her that he needed to go, but asked her if she'd go out to dinner with him sometime. Completely enthralled by this point, she readily agreed, and told him he knew where to find her.
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