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[fury]

Name: Analise
Player: Dehoffren
Chron.: taste of innocencence
Nature: Greedy
Demeanor: flirty
Clan: Toreador
Generation: 13
Haven:
Concept: call girl
ATTRIBUTES:
Physical:
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 2
Social:
Charisma: 4
Manipulation: 3
Appearance: 4
Mental:
Perception: 2
Intelligence: 3
Wits: 3
ABILITIES:
Talents:
Acting : 1
Alertness : 1
Dodge : 1
Empathy : 1
Streetwise : 2
Subterfuge : 2
Skills:
Etiquette : 1
Firearms : 3
Repair : 1
Stealth : 4
Survival : 5
Knowledges:
Computers : 1
Finance : 1
Investigation : 3
Linguistics : 1
Medicine : 3
Occult : 3
ADVANTAGES:
Disciplines:
Auspex : 2
Celerity : 1
Presence : 1
Backgrounds:
streetwise : 3
agile : 2
Virtues:
Conscience : 1
Self-Control : 1
Courage : 1
Merits & Flaws:
Hypersensitive
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Humanity : 2
Willpower : 1
Blood Pool : 10
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Analise’s entry into this world was harsh and dirty as was to be the rest of her life. She had been born outside of wedlock to a woman gutting fish in a Parisian market in the 1870s. Her mother viewed the mewing infant as nothing but an inconvenience and after the day’s trading had ended left the hungry filth encrusted infant with the left over fish guts to die.
But Analise didn’t die, although there had been times that she wished she had. As the helpless baby lay in the waste a street walker named Marie passed by whilst plying her trade. Marie was nearly pickled in cheap wine but she could still make out the tiny toes that protruded under a fish head. Seeing no movement Marie continued on her journey, but fate intervened and Analise let out a wail as the hunger in her belly caused into contort.
Marie re-traced her steps and bent over the baby allowing the fumes from her alcohol laden breathe to filter over the infant. Carefully picking up the baby the hooker noted that the child was female. Marie was not heartless but nor was she stupid. The child could initially be a burden but as it grew it could do chores around whorehouse where she worked, and as the child matured into puberty Marie knew plenty of her clients that would pay a pretty price to deflower an innocent. For Marie it would perhaps be her own personal retirement plan.
And so Analise’s childhood was spent emptying chamber pots, washing clothes and fixing Marie’s make up and hair. It was a hard and cruel life that had been thrust on the girl. Hungry most of time and whipped by Marie for anything and everything, Analise realised from an early age that her future was to be on her back. The girl dreaded the thought of men grabbing at her body but as the years went by the evitable drew nearer and nearer. She began to bind her breast in an effort to conceal her womanly figure but even the alcoholic Marie could not be duped for ever.
The night that she was going to be deflowered arrived all too soon. Marie received a handsome price for her little innocent from a man that she had never seen before. Her normal clients were husbands that had tired of their wives and had grown portly and grey but this stranger arrived requesting that the virgin should be for him and him alone. He was tall and had an air of aristocracy about him. Pulling a handful of noted from his pocket he told Marie that the girl must be bathed and smell clean and fresh, she mustn’t have eaten garlic that day and she must be wearing a dress that exposed her cleavage.
Marie obliged and presented Analise to the man, and closed the bedroom door behind her, and stumbled off to the nearest bar to spend some of her fortune. Analise stood, firmly rooted to the spot awaiting her fate. The man wore a hat that nearly obscured his face and never spoke a word but began tearing at the teenager’s clothes. As his hands gripped her throat Analise’s senses awoke and she began screaming and tearing at the man’s face, raking her nails down his cheek, leaving red welts against his pallid skin. The man roared and Analise caught a glimpse of the man’s large canine teeth as he gnawed at her neck.
The rest of the night was a blur apart from a vague memory of irony tasting liquid being forced into her mouth, but when Analise opened her eyes the next morning, she felt the sun burn her skin, she was suddenly more aware than ever before. All her senses screamed at her now. She neither had hunger for food or thirst. It only took the teenager a couple of days to comprehend what had happened to her and she adjusted quite well to her new self. She had been brought up by lady of the night and so she continued in this line of work. After all she had nothing to lose now, and the life of a whore offer many opportunities to a new vampire. The working hours suited, the money was good and if the clients didn’t pay then you could always eat them. So Analise journeyed through years and then decades plying her trade.