A native of Baltimore, Addaline was born into the Laplace family on All-Hallows Eve, 31^st October 2005, during the Witching Hour (3-4am), an omen her estranged Grandmother liked to tout. Her parents are Gareth and Fiona Laplace, her father is an owner and manager of a local Home Depot franchise, while her mother is an aspiring paralegal working as a Public Defender. Addaline was the second born in the family, her older brother, Edward, is 7 years older and by 2024 has already moved to Pittsburgh to pursue his own career. Addaline was 10 years old when her mother gave birth to her twin siblings, Christophe and Joan.

Growing up in the Laplace household, young Addaline was occasionally visited by her maternal Grandmother Jacqueline, who had been on rocky terms with the family due to her claims of being a witch and that their family had a tradition, which Addaline was in line to inherit. In the times that the two got to spend together, her grandmother told her that she had inherited something called ‘Numina’, or the ability to use Hedge Magic, making young Addaline a Hedge Witch. The young girl took to her grandmother’s training with mixed success, she showed potential, but her mother kept interfering, citing hocus pocus and restricting their visits. When Addaline asked where their family’s power came from, she was informed that Jacqueline was responsible for keeping the family’s genealogy, a subject her mother was far more accepting of.

According to her grandmother’s records their family had French ancestry, their family name coming from Pierre-Simon Laplace, a famous French scholar whose work was important to the development of engineering, mathematics, statistics, physics, astronomy, and philosophy. A fact of pride for Addaline’s mother who liked to flaunt that their ancestor was the Marquis de Laplace, who taught philosophy to Napoleon Bonaparte. But the family’s records indicated a connection to another French family of noble lineage, Pierre-Simon Laplace’s son, Charles Emile de Laplace, married the daughter of Marquis de Devereaux, Maria. Old French records showed that the Devereaux family held sway in Saint Domingue, and Maria was sent back to France as a young child when the Haitian Revolution began. According to the accounts of trusted servants at the time, Maria had an older brother Claude and an older half-brother Julian, who was rumored to be an illegitimate child the Marquis had with a slave woman.

However, when in secret, her grandmother would tell her that Pierre-Simon Laplace was more than the world thought him to be, that he was a sorcerer, that his mathematics unlocked the secrets to the universe, Laplace’s Equations and the philosophy of Laplace’s Demon. Unfortunately, tragedy befell the family when shortly after Addaline’s sixteenth birthday her grandmother and mentor passed away from Wilson’s Disease. Her family were surprised to find that when the will was read Addaline only inherited a single old steamer trunk, the rest of her grandmother’s assets were sold off to cover Jacqueline’s dying medical expenses. In her grief, Addaline adopted a new style for herself, one she’d already liked from pop culture and Halloween, the Goth style, her hair was already black, but she added bright teal highlights and experimented with makeup. This annoyed her mother and entertained her father and younger siblings, who she adored and help raise as their parents were often very busy.

When her grandmother’s old steamer trunk was delivered, Addaline told her family that she’d open it privately to honor Jacqueline’s wishes, secretly she let the twins watch. What she found was her grandmother’s most cherished possessions, the most surprising amongst them were Pierre-Simon Laplace’s original handwritten manuscripts that were eventually published into his five-volume body of work, Mécanique Céleste. But, as these were the original manuscripts, they also held Laplace’s personal notes, which were mathematically coded in French. Having already been raised to speak and read French and excelling at math in school, Addaline spent the next year deciphering Laplace’s code, once done she learnt that Laplace had noted down all future holders of his manuscripts, the last two entries being Jacqueline and Addaline. The manuscripts were already bound into tomes and these now serve as Addaline’s Grimoire as she journeys to learn the secrets of the universe.

Unbeknownst to Addaline, in the first half of 2023, a strange man had come to Baltimore. This man was Christian Rex, or at least that was the name he used as a film director back in the ‘70s. He had always had a nihilistic personality, something he expressed through his films and is what drew the attention of the Kindred that embraced him. Unfortunately for Rex, his sire abandoned him as Caitiff, this only fueled Rex’s nihilism and ultimately caused his film career to spiral into oblivion. But this did not abate Rex’s ego, considering his own paltry body of work akin to classical high art. Over the years he drifted from city to city, constantly casted out by Kindred society, further fueling his nihilism. When he arrived in Baltimore, he was chased out of the docks by a commie mobster, so he tried to seek shelter at the Homewood Elysium, where he meet the Keeper Angelique Cloutier. Rex introduced himself in his usual ego-centric fashion, touting his film career, but sadly the lady recognized him two-fold, both as a Caitiff and she had heard that his films were universally panned by critics and audiences alike. Lady Cloutier chose to cast the bothersome Caitiff out of her Elysium, but what stung Rex to his core was when Angelique called his film work garbage and that there was no place for his kind of ‘Trash’ here. What Rex failed to realize was that she wasn’t calling him trash but using the Kindred nickname for Caitiff. But to have his films called garbage and him trash… Rex flew off the handle with a tirade of insults, getting him forcibly ejected from Homewood, he left vowing vengeance.

A few months later Addaline was celebrating her high school graduation, partying with her friends and hanging out at her usually gaming venue, Natural 20 Gaming Café. Having scored exemplary marks in mathematics, her parents got her a graduation present, the latest model MG ZS EV electric car, and her father made sure to get it in metallic Teal to match her highlights. Unaware to Addaline though was that Rex had witnessed her jovial celebrations. For a week he watched her, seeing her bright and cheerful personality, her happy home and loving parents, and he devised a new film, the dying of her light, a film that would prove to all that nihilism is the only true philosophy. One evening, after leaving a post-graduation party, Addaline was jumped in a fast-food parking lot, when she awoke, she found herself bound to a pipe in a dirty old garage.

Her head throbbed and there was a strange pounding sound in her ears, her mouth was dry, and her body felt dulled, yet her senses were incredibly sharp. Although there was very little light, she was strangely able see exceedingly well, colors were oddly vibrant, and she could sniff a hint of cheap cologne from somewhere. But her immediate concern, other than having been kidnapped, was the near-unbearable hunger pangs she was feeling. Looking around she saw a few cameras had been set up at different angles to record her, this worried Addaline somewhat. Knowing her parents are well-off, she figured the kidnapper may be after a ransom, but with this array of cameras… she had other concerns. Plus, what had this person already done to her, drugged her maybe… her clothes where dirty but otherwise fine. She saw that the garage windows had been blacked out and that someone was sleeping in the parked sedan, likely her assailant.

When Rex rose that evening, he found his newly embrace childe still bound where he’d left her, but she was already awake and looking at him as he climbed from his car. Approaching her, she asked who he was and what he wanted, he answered with his usual cinematic flair, that he was Rex! Her Sire, the one who dragged her from the light and made her into a creature of darkness, forever shunned and destined to feast upon the blood of humanity! Addaline nearly burst out laughing at his flamboyant over-acting, only managing to stifle it to a snicker. Rex wasn’t amused when she considered him funny, even having been kidnapped and embraced hadn’t dulled her cheerful personality. For a week Rex instructed Addaline in the rudimentary basics of surviving as a vampire, something the young woman found intriguing, yet she was still his prisoner. She was disgusted at having to feed on humans, but ultimately accepted that she had to, and to Rex’s lament, she refused to kill and only fed to survive, never taking more than needed. When she asked what the pounding sound in her ears was, he told her that is was her Beast, her darker instincts that needs to be fed and will only accept the blood of humans. She did find that the pounding sound subsided after feeding.

During that week, Addaline tried a number of times to escape her captor, but she found that her sire was far quicker and stronger than her, beating her as punishment. But, on one escape attempt she tried her Hedge Magic and to her surprise it had changed, almost like becoming a vampire had altered her magic. Before, her abilities were like parlor tricks, now she found focus and clarity, both of though and action, gone was her ‘Numina’, replaced by something else, something her mathematical mind better comprehended. When Rex noticed her strange behavior he pressed her for answers, she only said that her grandmother was Wiccan. This excited Rex, spouting her as a Witch, a harlot of darkness, and that embracing her was destiny. Yet, regardless of what Rex tried to do to Addaline, strangely enough she wouldn’t break, she accepted her change and it even made her happier. To Rex this was all wrong, she was supposed to feel sorrow, grief, mourn her sunlit days, wallow in loathing for the tragic thing she’s become. If he couldn’t break her under the pretext of what she had become, then he’d mold her into a monster of the night with what he would make her do.

Maintaining a tight control over the girl, the following week Rex took her out to other locations to ‘train her’. He tried to get her to hunt people… she refused. When he commanded her to terrorize a woman in the park… she spoke with the woman and made a friend. Each time Addaline twisted his orders into an act of kindness or nicety, he failed to notice that he’d been pulling clumps of his own hair out. His only marginal success was when he ordered her to kill a homeless man, informing the girl that he was dying anyway. Tenderly she examined the old hobo before draining him dry, finally Rex thought he’d made progress, but when Addaline stood, she spoke of mercy and a peaceful rest from pain. Rex fumed, his eyes bloodshot, he began to take out his frustrations on a dumpster, until he felt her hand on his shoulder and her voice in his ear, telling him that it was alright, that he could let go of his anger, his ego… Oddly enough, her touch and words annoyingly calmed him down, but he could never let go of his ego, it was all he had left, and his ego had just the task for his ward.

Having prepared cans of gasoline and Molotov cocktails, Rex ordered his childe to firebomb and burn down the site of his recent humiliation, Homewood. Addaline was shocked, she had never thought of doing something like that, she pleaded with Rex to reconsider citing that it was a historic building and innocent people were inside. Her sire told her that those inside were Kindred like them, other creatures of evil and darkness, and that he demanded this of her. She was dumbfounded at his demand, saying that regardless of the natures of those inside they were still people, she fervently refused his order as she ran off. One thing she had learnt from her sire was his quickness as she was gone before he realized, despondent Rex returned to the garage that evening feeling utterly defeated. He sat outside on the cold concrete, contemplating his abject failure of an existence, not noticing the time passing as the night sky slowly brightened. In his nihilistic self-loathing Rex saw the sunrise one last time.

When Addaline ran, she had no direction in mind, she just ran, for some reason (possibly Stockholm Syndrome) she found herself back at the garage she’d been captive in. The following night she rose to find she felt oddly lighter, like a weight had been lifted. Upon stepping outside she found a pile of ash that held her sire’s charred watch, and she knew that both her and her sire were now free.

Having been freed from her captor, Addaline contemplated returning home, but she wondered how she’d explain her new condition. That night she stood on the hill overlooking her family home, struggling with what to do, then she heard a voice nearby. When she turned, she saw a middle-aged man, bald and wearing an odd white robe, he was pale under the night sky, but she could tell that he seemed to have a Mediterranean complexion. Addaline was understandably nervous, having already been kidnapped once, but the man bore a strange calmness to him, and when he spoke it was like he was speaking from a place of serenity. He introduced himself as Jerome, a fellow Kindred who happened to have observed her sire’s attempted “training”. For witnessing Addaline’s selfless and caring heart and her firm grasp of her humanity, Jerome offered to properly teach her. To teach her in the ways of the Children of Osiris.

For a month the two of them traveled the country, Jerome instructing her in the struggles that all Kindred share in maintaining their Humanity. Eventually, they arrived at a hidden location that not even Addaline could recall, a secretly built temple to Osiris, presided over by the regional Undying King. At the temple she was formerly inducted as an acolyte where she began more training, but unlike her sire’s training, this was peaceful, meditative and tranquil. There she made a few friends and learnt the ways of Osiris, though she did not enjoy having to shave her head every night. And there she stayed for nearly a year until she was visited by Jerome and the Undying King. She was told that she was a dutiful acolyte and a truly kind soul, so she would be given a choice, she could stay at the temple and abandon her old life to further her understanding of their faith’s philosophy and rise in station. Or she could leave with the King’s blessing, serving the temple as a hidden agent and possibly seeing her family again, but she could be hunted by the temple’s enemies as the Serpents had slithered everywhere. That night Addaline chose to leave.

However, returning home to her family proved far more taxing as she had been missing for a year. Her family flipped out when she suddenly arrived back home, wearing a strange white robe. Addaline was bombarded with questions from her family as well as the police, she gave an edited account of the events in her statement to the cops, omitting anything supernatural, and stating that her captor had released her then set himself on fire. She further explained that due to the trauma of her kidnapping that she made her way to a “Spiritual Retreat” to heal, she would have called but they had a strict “No Contact” policy. Thankfully, her overly protective mother shoed the cops away and let her rest. The following few days Addaline moved her bedroom into her parent’s basement, bricking up the small windows to prevent her mother from “opening the curtains”. Her younger twin siblings were of course concerned for their big sister, but to reassure them she let them in on the secret of what she’d become, it became their own little game. The police had retrieved her car from where it was left, and her father had collected it from the impound yard, it had sat in their garage so long her parents were about to sell it. Her father was deeply concerned for his daughter, saying he’d scoured the city, he’d spoken to her friends and the folks at Natural 20 searching for her. And her mother was using her legal acumen to hound the police in their search. But, after a heartfelt conversation with her parents they felt reassured that their girl was fine, chalking up her new change of behavior to her traumatic experience.

Now Addaline wonders what her new future will entail, either way it will be exciting.

 Angelique was born under an unlucky star it seemed. Her mother was a Rom woman who was captured, used, and abused then quickly dispatched by her father one Andrew Cloutier. Well her birth mother because the woman that he had wanted to impress since she was old enough to reason went by the name Céline. Céline taught Angelique how to sit, stand, and walk like a noble. She also taught the girl how to apply makeup to hide as much of the brown in her skin as possible. "You will need to marry one day and when you do you want to be as white as dove." Her mother said and Angelique, believing that her adoptive mother was always right at the time, followed suit. Even with the limited education that was afforded women at the time, she was quite bright and quick to learn the social rules around her.

If she had been sheltered maybe her story would have been different, maybe she would have remained a footnote in history. Her debut marked her for entry into the long-since-forgotten society The Sisterhood of the Sacred Path. One of the older women known as Oretrice Du Berry, a cousin of Madame Du Berry. "We are the ones who decide who sits on the throne, we are the ones that will do anything to defend our house." Angelique was drawn in by the promise of power of her own. If she became a part of the Sisterhood, she would have to depend on a husband to give her worth. Her adoptive mother was also happy that she had caught the eye of such a prestigious group.

When she was old enough she was told the truth of the group. They were vampires and Angelique was given the option to drink the blood and wield their magic. By that time Angelique had been fully indoctrinated, though when she agreed that was when fully started to learn. She did her best as an apprentice, working hard to impress as well as discover her own power. She realized that she was good at dissecting the person in front of her and finding places where she could take them apart. She didn't need to use her strength to do this, her words could cut just as well. She was building herself up with the Tremere when the betrayal of the Toriador happened.

Angelique had still been a fledgling and was forced to use magic that was was far beyond her skill level. She managed to add her power the ritual that was performed but not without a price. The Chantry survived but the Sisterhood was shattered. The deal with the mages pushed the Tremere out of Paris for a while and Angelique started to travel. She made it to the United States, all the while helping and gaining rank within the Tremere until she made it to Baltimore. She had heard with William among their ranks and respected him as well as Julien who was a curious figure in several points of her life. She R4 so if she's not overseeing things in Elysium she's at the Chantry, looking after the apprentices and making sure they don't get themselves killed unless it serves the clan at large.

 

 Auriel grew up among the suburbs of Washington DC. Their parents were low level politician and lobbyist, pretty typical for the area. What was also far too typical was Auriel disappearing one crisp sunny Fall morning. Despite the usual intense search and desperate pleas, the authorities were unable to locate Auriel. 

What happened over the next few years is best left to the shadows. Vile, unspeakable acts. The best left unsaid, the better. The only thing that kept Auriel alive was their looks and genial attitude. Auriel saw all too many peers disposed of. Then one day a man walked into the viper's den, a man who would prove Auriel's salvation and damnation.

After a short negotiation, Auriel's captors were quickly and summarily dispatched by the stranger. Auriel never saw exactly what happened, but the screams told them enough. The handsome stranger opened Auriel's cage, extended a hand, and took Auriel 'home'. 

Over the next 20 years Auriel was made into a doll, companion, canvas, ottoman, and whatever else satisfied their master's whims. There were times Auriel was dressed in fabulous clothes and made to stand quiet and still while his master talked with other pale imposing individuals. And times when Auriel was made to bear their master's frustration when things did not go just right at such a gathering. Auriel was fed from and forced to feed from their master. And their body reshaped into the image of the perfect lover by a Tzimisce acquaintance of the master. 

Through it all, much as before, Auriel endured and remained demure and charming.  It was for these reasons their sire finally felt the time was right for the embrace. Auriel was made a vampire, though the blood bond ensured he would love their sire passionately and dutifully. 

All of that changed on the worst night of Auriel's life, which given the horror's they had faced until now was saying a lot. Darian, their sire, returned home from court looking in the full throws of frenzy. The rest of the night was a blur of violence and non-consent. Any pleas or attempts at concern were met with a hard smack. Had Auriel been mortal, even a ghoul, they surely would have been killed. 

The next night, while Darian was out looking for a way to 'make up for what he'd done' that Auriel finally worked up enough courage and self-control to run away. It took every ounce of Auriel's limited willpower to do it, but he did it. He packed a bag and ran, finally ending up in Baltimore before first light. Auriel couldn't even look at the messages on his phone. Even the most degrading and insulting texts would be like a siren song pulling at Auriel to go home. But he just can't. Not now. Hopefully not ever.

1866 - 1887
Aya was born Anette Delaceur on a plantation outside New Orleans. Her mother had been a slave on the plantation and her father was a lecherous French-American owner of that plantation. There's was not a cruel existence, however, and her mother chose not to leave their life when slavery was ended and the Confederacy lost the war. Besides that, she had been having a secret affair with the plantation owner for years and had enjoyed a luxurious position within the household, much to the chagrin of the owner's ailing wife, who had never provided him with children. Anette was her third child with the former slave owner.

Her life was good, for the most part. She was secretly taught to read and write, learned to speak French because half the household spoke it, and trained in the ways of keeping a house. Everything changed when the owner's wife finally passed away. He became morose, sometimes unkind, and then he became enamored with Anette. She'd like to say it was for protection that her mother banished her from the house, but really, it was out of jealousy.  Thrown out onto the unkind streets of the post-Civil War south at just sixteen, she turned to prostitution, where she quickly became one of the leaders of a brothel. She caught the eye of a Setite, Atiq Farad.

After renting her services and getting her interested in the history of Egypt, he eventually revealed himself to her. He ghouled her and she became a servant in the local temple. She spent three years as his ghoul, showing much promise, and was embraced on her 21st birthday. She renamed herself Aya Naida at that time, cutting out all connection with her previous, mortal life.

1887 - 1923
Not long after being embraced, the temple in New Orleans was targeted by hunters and she and Atiq were forced to flee. They went to Chicago. The temple in that city was small, not as stepped in history as the New Orleans one had been, but it was home while they were there. When the Columbian World Fair came in 1893, she performed at night in the Streets of Cairo exhibit. A year later, the same hunters that targeted them in New Orleans routed the temple in Chicago, which prompted them to flee to Alexandria, Egypt. Atiq had become enamored with the idea of returning to the country after the fair, anyway. In Alexandria, she learned to read hieroglyphics and really delved into the history of the Followers of Set, and the mythology they were a part of. She gained her affinity for snakes there, using snake charming acts to lure unwitting tourists.

At some point, she pissed off the elder that ran the temple in Alexandria, and while she survived the conflict, her and Atiq were sent away, and the destination they chose was Haiti.

1923 - 1971
The Setites had one of the Haitian islands to themselves, and the temple on it was truly something to behold. In some ways, she felt closer to Set there than she ever had in Egypt. That said, it was a tumultuous existence because the Serpents of the Light also had a foothold in Haiti and the two sects were in constant conflict. There was time in between to begin developing, beginning to choose a different path, one that she felt was complimentary to her duty to prepare for Set's return. This caused conflict with her sire, who had imagined a different path for her, and she and he began to grow apart.

In the late 1960s, there was a culmination of conflict with the Serpents of the Light. Aya had forged a friendship, unknowingly, with a vampire that was secretly one of their ranks. She had been a pawn in their scheme to infiltrate the Setite temple. It turned into all-out war, and the Masquerade was broken. The Camarilla was pissed, the Sabbat were pleased, and the Followers of Set were hellbent on purging the Serpents. Aya was almost forced into torpor for her part. The temple was abandoned, and Aya almost left Atiq then. Instead, she went with him to Montreal and watched him get enamored with Simon.

When Atiq embraced Simon, Aya decided it was time for her to go out on her own.

1971 - 1995
She went back to Chicago, but the temple was still dead there. She traveled along the West coast, picking up a ghoul in San Francisco along the way. A young, smart woman named Sydney. They lived in LA for a time, but when she went to embrace Sydney, she learned she had infertile vitae, and her ghoul perished in the attempt. Sadness ensued, and she took off into the American southwest, attempting to set up her own cults along the way. The Salton Sea, Phoenix, Tuscon, Santa Fe, El Paso...a trail of blood and failure, abandoned temples either due to hunters, Sabbat, or the Camarilla not wanting her present. In one particular case, it was her own followers that turned against her and drove her out, though she was fairly certain they were influenced by someone.

1995 - 2022
She made her way across Texas and back into Louisiana where it all began. Over 100 years after they had been forced to leave the New Orleans temple, it was mostly abandoned. The Camarilla had control of the city. Her presence was controversial, but she eventually got into good graces with the Prince there and was allowed domain to get the temple up and running again. She began with ghouls, and then attracted young Setites, building a cult of neonates, and then began spreading the token corruption of the clan into the city. Instead of rocking the boat, she let it be a slow burn this time.

At the end, she and another Setite came into conflict, and due to her history with the Serpents of the Light, she was convinced that they had infiltrated her cult. She lost the ensuing fight, and the rest of the cult sided with the other vampire. Rather than be torpored, she fled the city with her last loyal ghoul, and headed for the last known location of her sire's other childe, Simon. Maybe he could use some help with his own cult? After all, what are big sisters for if not to support their younger siblings?

 As a child growing up in a small town of Nottin in central Ohio, the Hollows family had a peculiar reputation within their small community. Their mother was a freelance artist, though for most folks, her works are rather macabre and quite unsettling works that was said to be both eerie and so real at the same time. In particular, one of his mother's paintings was a portrait of a dark and twisted jester that she had recently painted when he was six. His older sister was no different either, an aspiring musician, with musical talents that seem to stir up the deepest parts of an individual's memory, and cause the blackest of hearts to beat once more. Talented family, but one with a deep curse. A curse that fully manifested after their father's disappearance in Chicago, due to an investigation that went wrong.

Shortly after their father’s disappearance, Caleb began having strange visions in his dreams. Vivid, real, and nightmarish. He couldn’t comprehend what was in those dreams, but as each day passed, these visions only grew stronger. Caleb began to write these visions down, in the form of a story, resulting in his very first manuscript and a novel later in his adult life titled, “Slasher”, describing a man’s descent to madness as he begins to see the world around him as monsters and corpses, eventually leading to the protagonist’s downfall as a serial killer. Shortly after finishing the first draft, a string of random murders would unfold around Nottin, leaving the local police puzzled. By the time the serial killer was arrested, a total of twenty victims had been found, and a notebook with scribbled-up words that read:

For most readers, the Slasher book was assumed to be inspired by a real-life event near Caleb’s hometown. But none knew that he wrote his first drift many weeks before the serial killer arrived in their town.

As the years passed, Caleb left his small town, moving to New York to become a journalist. While writing daily articles for the New York Times, Caleb continues his pursuit of creative writing. His first novel, “Slasher,” became a popular seller at the time, and he began to write more novels. His most popular novels are a series of books called “Cold Cases”, detailing paranormal and mysterious cases that FBI Agent Alan must uncover. A character based on his own father. With the final novel of the series being titled, “Cold Cases: Last Nightfall”, which detailed the death of the protagonist and left an ending that has left most readers feeling unsatisfied.

Following the negative reception of the series finale, Caleb would pivot to a more supernatural horror element. "Children of Dusks" and "Plague Bride" were two famous novels detailing lost children kidnapped by a supernatural entity and held hostage in a manor for a profane ritual. Though that particular series ended on a cliffhanger for years, as he was stuck in a bind in figuring out a resolution to the series. All was well for Caleb at this point in his adult life. He had a successful writing career, and though his internal demons tormented him, it paled in comparison to what the Asylum will throw at him...

He didn’t know how he arrived in this wretched manor. One moment, he was signing autographs and promoting his upcoming book, “Final Rites”; the next, he was tied up in a chair and sat in front of a typewriter. He awoke in an Asylum, belonging to Doctor Joseph Hoffman and his faculty team. They introduced themselves as fanatical fans of his books, but felt disappointed when he didn’t finish the series. The Doctor emphasizes very strongly the importance of finishing ‘Final Rites’ with an ending that, as he states,

For days Caleb was stuck in that white room, trying to type the final ending to his book. But none of them were pleased with the end result, and with each failed draft, they punished him until he got it right. It started as a few punches and shouts, till knives were brought out, and then the far more horrifying reality set in for him. He wrote for his life, till his nails bled, till his eyes grew red with weariness. There was a moment where he escaped from the White Room, but what he saw outside of that room shattered his own perception of the world. He began to see these people as corpses, monsters with fangs and inhumane expressions. There was so many blood, so many screams and laughters mingled together in his ears. His mind seems to snap for a moment, as reality and fiction distorted around them. He saw the serial killer, the one that he wrote when he was a child. His twisted disfigured face and rusty cleaver.

In his complete psychic breakdown, as monsters from his writings and the monsters that kidnapped him mingle together as one. There was one constant that anchored him. His father. The father that disappeared, the man that Caleb admired. He wrote his final piece, an ending where the Children of Dusks would be saved by the evil Plague Bride. Caleb wrote that the children would be saved by FBI Agent Alan, who was investigating the disappearance of the children. In the ultimate finale resolution of all his previous books, Agent Alan sacrificed himself to save the children. With the final sentence written, Caleb passed out from blood loss.

Post-Embrace

There was a low chance that his son may survive the embrace, but Alan wasn’t sure if it would be successful. But it was a lot better than watching his son die in front of him. 

Everything was red and blurry, he drifted from consciousness as he heard otherworldly screams. He was being carried out of his chairs by his father and a small group that aided him. It didn’t feel real. He felt fire in his veins fire, something was happening to his body, as if a beast was eating him from the inside. He passed out once more…

Caleb awoke once more, just outside a large door. He was laying in the ground, his father was fighting a horrible monster. But he couldn’t get the full picture, as someone began to drag him away from the asylum. A cloaked woman that threw him behind the seats of a car. The last thing he saw was his father being killed by the doctor before passing out from the pain.

Days passed, Caleb finally awoken, barely. Underneath the sewers of Baltimore, Caleb barely survived the ordeal of the Embrace. Like a wounded animal, he rested there and consume rats to sate his blood thirst. If it weren’t for Abigail Baker, a Nosferatu under a life boon from his father, he would’ve surely died or turnt feral. A life boon to save a father’s son, a childe’s unlife. The fledging spend weeks under the sewers, drinking blood bags offered to his adoptive sire. By the time he was strong enough to walk, Abigail was under obligation of her life boon to help teach the Fledging how to survive. She taught him all that she knew, it was the least she could do for the childe of an old friend. Teaching him three cruical disciplines to allow him to survive as a thin-blood, celerity, potence & obfuscate, with an emphasis on stealth and escaping more so than combat. Though strangely enough, Caleb would later on develop auspex, mainly due to his pre-disposition to seeing glimpses of the future when he was a mortal.

A year passed, and Caleb would be forced out. He was given enough training, now to see if he had what it takes to survive in this new world.

 Born to Irish Americans, had a childhood, went to school, blah blah. Met her husband, Robert in high school and they never spent a day apart save for a week before their wedding. On the day of their wedding they finally reunited and when they looked at each other Robert picked her up and spun her around in the church and said that he never wanted to be apart from her. Enjoyed and loved seventeen years of marriage together.


But all good things end. They went out for dinner on Valentines day, and they witnessed a 'mugging' so Robert and Barbara went in to try and stop it. They didn't even see the shovels coming until it was too late. When Barbara woke up, she was six feet deep into the ground with a splitting headache and starving. Managed to dig herself out, but refused to leave the graveyard without her husband and dug for him. She only found some of his clothes and his ring. Barbara has assumed him dead as he would not have left her or taken off his ring.

Since then Barbra has committed her immortal nights to finding out any information about who turned her and her husband and then killing them for ruining her life. Happily plays ball with any sect that has information to offer her, and once she's given a job she's like a dog on the bone.

 Beatrix was born in the height of the second wave of the industrial revolution in England to a wealthy industrialist family. Her sickly constitution, however, meant that instead of spending much of her time partying or living up the luxury Beatrix spent most of her life confined to her room in the family home. She spent much of her early years having never left her family estate and instead practicing the arts. She took to painting and poetry very quickly, though picking up this and that on the way. Once she was old enough, and healthy enough, she'd take to traveling to find new inspiration for her art. She bounced across England, Scotland, and Ireland painting the growing horrors of the factory jobs as she investigated her family's businesses. She joined the socialist movement for a time even.

Eventually, though, her passionate activism crumbled as her failing health once more forced her to come crawling back to her family. She fell into a deep depression as her family shuttered her away once more for her health and the illness wracked her body. The family doctor did everything he could to cure her but her illness was far too great and her family had expected her to die, furthering her crumbling mental health. She wrote poems of death and painted images of a hell made of machinery. She was doomed to die much like many painters of her time.

However, Doctor Alan saw her art as a reflection of a truly visionary mind. Maybe if fate had been different she would have been embraced by a toreador. But instead, Doctor Alan offered her a chance to continue on. To see even more of the world and to create works beyond her current understanding. Of course, the dying woman had no real choice. She couldn't suck in enough air to say no, anyway.

After her embrace, Beatrix took her family's wealth and decided she'd have to make a new life for herself somewhere else- far from England. She fled to the United States in 1870 without Doctor Alan and set up her home in the state of Maryland do to it's closeness to the sea and proximity to the capital. She did continue activism in the background of her work but as time stretched on she grew older, her work becoming more abstract. She had become loyal to the Camarilla do to it's structure and security but found herself in Noddist circles that the Tower typically rejected. Her art had become strange and collectors seemed to scramble for it the longer that she produced it. In modern nights she claims to "discover lost works" and sells them or leaves them in art galleries.