Mental
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 3
Resolve: 2

Physical
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 2
Stamina: 2

Social
Presence: 3
Manipulation: 4
Composure: 2

Physical
Athletics: 2
Brawl:
Drive:
Firearms:
Larceny: 1
Stealth: 2
Survival: 2
Weaponry:

Social
Animal Ken:
Empathy: 3
Expression: 3 (Singing)
Intimidation:
Persuasion: 3 (Inspiring others)
Socialize:
Streetwise: 2
Subterfuge: 2 (Hiding emotion)

Merits

Flaws

Disciplines
Celerity:
Majesty: 4
Vigor:

Devotions

Rituals/Paths

Her sire's salvation, became her sire's shame.

When he made her, he was hoping to redeem himself. Redeem himself from his own monsterhood, and to redeem himself in the eyes of his fellow monters. For a male was rare among the group of female singers that made up his requiem. But as much as children are forbidden, This one was special to him.

Why? Becuase this is his own flesh and blood. A child of his own children and grandchildren, and now bound to him by blood.

Once she was revealed to his fellow monsters as the childer she had become, they had ostricized him... told him to kill her. One so young should not be cursed as they had been.

With a sad heart, he tried. He tried to end her suffering, as he suffered. But he was unable to do it. He had the stake in his hands, ready to plunge it into her sleeping form. And then to watch her eyes open in alarm and betrayal. The blood in her form seeping out the wound and staining her pretty little dress and the white sheets she sleeps on. Her face was so sweet, her form so fragile.

When she awoke he snapped out of his reverie. Her large blue eyes looking up at him with a questioning look that seem to reach his core. He looked away, tore his eyes away, and they rested on the piece of wood in his hands, with it's evil-looking point. His form slumped down and he numbly threw away the stake. It skittered and clattered on the floor until it hit the opposite wall.

She got up and wordlessly hugged him. He closed his eyes, and a torrent of tears, with the little bead of blood within each, came sliding down his milky skin. They stayed there for a while; locked in an embrace, and his quiet sobbing.

On a morning later that week, he tucked her into her little bed. He had not told her about coffins, and what thier earlier ancestors had slept in. This was a new age, and his tired old form was all but lost in the lights and noises of the modern age. He was a dinosaur, and all but extinct now.

He left word with a friend of his in another city. She was to survive. Perhaps she would make his suffering worthwhile, perhaps she would be able to do what he could not - Live forever. He had taught her what she needed to know. She knew the basics of the skills we vampires have. To survive from night-to-night, and to survive the predations of the monsters of the night. At any rate, that was behind him now. He would go, leave her life. She would be safe.

The morning air was crisp. There was a faint warming along the eastern horizon as he settled down into a sitting position a friend long ago had told him brought about harmony. The night-creatures were sleeping now, and the day-creatures were stirring. In a tree next to him he could hear the early-morning rustling of a nest of birds.

The sky drew lighter. It was going from a black to a dark blue, and then to a lighter blue. The stars faded out and the day was becomming lighter. He could feel the heat against his nocturnal skin. He felt the warning his body was giving him, to flee and hide. With a grave determination he fought it down and watched nature rise again.

The day was bright enough to hurt his eyes now. The horizon had gone from blue to red. The clouds on the horizon loomed like great airships as they bathed in the sun's rays.

Then it happened. The sun had poked above the hills and sent a few rays down into the valley to investigate. As they touched him he felt the pure fire wrack his body. Welts rose on his skin and turned to ash. He could feel the holy fires along his hands and lower arms as they consumed him in an effort to expunge his guilt and evilness.

With a cry he stumbled into a stand. With his arms outward his whole form became consumed in flame. Burning, burning, burning, until his unlife has been washed away into nothing more than a bit of ash.

With a gasp, I sat up in bed. My mind was sluggish but I still heard my sire's yell, dying in my mind. I had got to get these nightmares behind me. Ever since his death, I've had these terrible dreams about it. And then I remembered Robert. With pain flooding my mind from the fresh nightmare and the betrayal of my sire's best friend, the bed felt comfortable as I laid back and sobbed quietly.

Robert was the friend my sire had notified to take care of me. He came all right. He took me far away and introduced me to his own friends. They were all street people; dressed in spikes and leather, and yelling at eachother. None of his friends liked me, and I didn't like any of them. One of them tried to kill me once. It was a girl in her early 20's, with blond hair in a ponytail. She pulled out a pistol and talked like she was going to pull the trigger. I explained to her in simple terms, with the gifts my sire had taught me, that I was not worth it... being a kid and all.

The one thing I did get from them, above how to survive on the streets if I really had to, was the vampiric ability to scare people. They did it often, and once I asked Robert, he showed me how to do it. It never worked on them, they always laughed at me, but it sometimes works against a mortal who tries to harrass me. When I ran away from Robert and his friends, I don't think they followed me. They always treated me like someone who should not have been allowed to live. I, naturally, disagreed with this idea.

I ran far away from them. At first I used money I got from my sire. My emotion control that my sire had taught me has really paid off. Most of those I can feed from regularly actually love me as thier own child. Those people have always been the easiest to feed on, and so I play it up sometimes. Even if I could remember most of my childhood, my mortal life isn't very important to me anymore. Most of what I remember of family is my sire. He was like a father to me, and taught me most of what I know now.

I travel alot now; move from area to area. I sleep wherever I can get lodging. Sometimes in an alleyway, sometimes in someone's house, sometimes I bribe or trick a motel manager into letting me sleep there. I travel because I'm afraid that one of the "grown ups" will notice me for what I am and try to kill me. It is nice, though, travelling from place to place. I get to see alot of the country, and I get to meet alot of people. Most of them look at me and see a 16 year old, not the 30 year old I really am though, so it's kinda hard to get the respect I feel I deserve.