Aubrey Knight

(Blush of Life)    (Hungry) Name:  Aubrey Knight                       Mask:  Cult Leader                                                                   Clan:  Daeva Player:  Vesh                                      Dirge : Child                                                                             Bloodline:  Asnâm Chronicle:  Oxford By Night              Concept:  Famous actress parlaying fame into power            Covenant:  Circle of the Crone _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Intelligence:      oo      Strength:       oo          Presence:            oooo Wits:                  oo         Dexterity:      ooo         Manipulation:       oo Resolve:           ooo          Stamina:        oo         Composure:         oo ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Skills Mental  (-3 Unskilled) Academics: o Computer: o Crafts:  Investigation: oo Medicine: Occult: ooo Politics:  Science:  ____________ Physical  (-1 Unskilled) Athletics: o Brawl: o Drive: o Firearms:  Larceny: Stealth: o Survival: Weaponry: ___________ Social  (-1 Unskilled) Animal Ken:  Empathy: oo Expression (Drama): oooo Intimidation: Persuasion (Majesty): oo Socialise: oo Streetwise:  Subterfuge (Misdirection): oo _________________ Disciplines Majesty: ooo Celerity: o Crúac: o Style: Unbridled Chaos: o Themes: Creation: o Protection: o Destruction: o Divination: o __________________ Merits Fame: ooo (+3 dice to Social rolls among those who would be impressed) Haven: o Kindred Status  (Circle of the Crone, Includes Haven o / Safe Place o) : o Kiss of the Succubus: o (Bite is addictive) Mentor (Camille Renoux): o Mother-Daughter Bond (Camille Renoux): o Mystery Cult Initiation: o Resources: oooo Striking Looks: o (+1 die to Social rolls where she is seen) ____________________ Aspirations Feed on her own. Complete the Circle's first task. Meet a non-vampiric supernatural being. Successfully perform a Cruac ritual. Figure out what the Angel vision means. Discover who Matthew's killer is. Gain a follower. Meet Raziel. Get Answers for Why The Fuck She Was Told To Abort the Plan. Befriend Rae-rae for Real-real. Learn information from Francis she can use to make herself more powerful Get a clue towards one of the monsters around Oxford. Escape Francis' Dungeon. Reconnect with the Circle and get a new assignment. Find a +1 to Odin's training seminar. Help find Rae’s brother. Help Nora confront Claire. [Get Amun to give her a paw-five .] (ON HOLD TIL CERTAIN CATS BECOME NICER) _____________________________________________________ Crúac Rites The Pool of Forbidden Truths: o  (Divination o ) Fires of Inspiration: o (Creation o ) Cloud the Watcher's Eye: o  (Protection  o ) _____________________________________________________ Banes Current:  -2 to all Humanity rolls, immunity to Detachment via murder or learning  Cr úac Daeva: The Wanton Curse:  (Gained from Humanity 6) Feeding from same mortal twice risks Persistent Dependent  condition Face of Hunger: (Taken after 1st kill) Under 5 vitae, Humanity dots act as cap on all Social rolls / Resisting Frenzy Invitation:  (Taken after learning Cr úac) Must be invited into private places, suffers Bashing equal to 10 - Humanity if done _____________________________________________________ Health ooooooo / / / / / / /    Current: (7/7)  Bashing: 0  Lethal: 0  Wounding: 0 Conditions:  Wanton (1 Day)  RESOLVED: Immunity: 1 month Primeval Truths RESOLVED Competitive (5 Days)   RESOLVED: Immunity: 1 month Mesmerized (Francis) (1 Night)  RESOLVED Dominated (Francis) (1 Night)  RESOLVED Bestial (1 Night)  RESOLVED: Immunity: 1 month ___________________________________________________ Willpower: oooo (Spent: o) Blood Potency: o _____________________ Vitae (Max 10) ooo.ooo.oo Spent: 2 _______________________ Humanity: 10 9 8 7  6  Lyla ( Sister) 5  4  3 o  — Callous: -3 to rolls made to relate to humans 2 o 1 o _______________________________________ Size:  5              Speed: 10 Defence: 4 Initiative Mod:  5 Beats: 4 Experience:  Spent 14, Saved 5

TL;DR Version: ·          Aubrey grew up a child actress under the management and oversight of her mother, Helena and alongside her younger sister, Lyla . ·          Her mother’s expectations were always super high. Aubrey liked acting but crumbled under the pressure as time went on. ·          She ran away from home when she was 16 to make it on her own. ·          Alone and living on her own, she got a minor role on a major horror film starring two celebrities: Camille Renoux and Wesley Grey . ·          Wesley tried to drain her, but Camille saved and sired her. ·          She used her new abilities to attain the roles and recognition she always wanted. ·          Camille (and by proxy, her) belongs to a secretive bloodline of vampires that want her to enroll at Oxford to undertake certain tasks for them. She sees it as a chance to get the education she never received. ·          She wants to amass more power and earn what she thinks she needs: Adoration. ______________________________________________________________________________                 The earliest memory she has is of a spotlight. A lazy stagehand had done a shoddy job getting it properly rigged up, and when the lead of the play stepped downstage to deliver her big song, the beam shifted back, sliding across the set to the consternation of all in attendance — All except the young extra at the back, standing just before the threshold of the curtain, dollied up in a large poofy dress and more caked on stage make-up than a child could ever imagine. The blinding light stung her eyes, like staring into the searing sun, and she recoiled at its glow. Yet when her eyes adjusted, she found herself looking at a much different scene: the stunned faces of all in attendance. She didn’t think it possible her heart could ever beat so hard again.                 Born into a family of small-time entertainers at the height of the ‘80’s, Aubrey Knight grew up in showbiz. Her grandfather had been a screenwriter for some of the biggest films of the golden age of cinema in the 30’s and 40’s, and her father had found success directing for TV. Her mother Helena , however, had come from humbler origins, and when Reginald left her not longer after birthing Aubrey’s younger sister Lyla , she took it upon herself to ensure her children knew the taste of success.                 From almost the moment Aubrey could walk, her mother had her thrust in front of a camera, or up on a stage. From hokey adverts (“ Just one cornetto !”) to bit parts in productions of Romeo and Juliet on the West End and off-Broadway plays across the pond, young Aubrey rarely knew a day whose schedule wasn’t scripted. And for a long while, she enjoyed it.                 Traveling with her mother, getting to dress up in fancy clothes, and hearing the applause of the crowd — even if it was rarely directly for her — set her heart alight. But the glamour of such a light is lost on those who live it long, and as ages 4 and 5 gave way to 11 and 12, she could feel the mounting pressure upon her. For all her support, her mother worked her to the bone. “Terrible darling, take it from the top once more.” “Again.” “ Again. ” “ Again. ” For every lukewarm reaction to being cast in a commercial she received came increasingly heated verbal — and sometimes not-so-verbal — lashings for a failed audition. Still, Aubrey worked her darndest. Her mother was upset when she failed, but she was too! And mum wasn’t really angry, she reasoned. Just disappointed. If she got the next role, or the next two, she’d praise her. She’d be so excited! They both would. But she did sometimes get that next role; perhaps even the next three. Yet they weren’t enough, it turned out. Those were as extras. Or only had a couple lines. Or shitty little productions that’d never be seen by anyone with worthwhile. “You should have been the star. Don’t you want this? Don’t you give a damn how hard mummy works to get you each audition?” I do want this, mum! “Then why waste them?” She’d sit up at night and let the tears slide down her cheeks until they stained her pillow, but she never made a sound. It would’ve only disappointed her mother more if she found her sniveling to herself. “Having a pity party for one,” as she’d be told. Leaving Lyla was the hardest part, no doubt about it. Despite the few years of age difference between them, she’d always been the only friend she ever had. The girl was more precocious than she was, but sweeter too. Already, she was on her own acting path, and already Aubrey feared for her. It’s why she stood for so long in the threshold of her sister’s room the night she left. She got as close as a few feet away — that was it — and felt the urge to pull the young girl away with her nearly overcome her. That’s how easy it’d have been, she’d later recalled, to just reach out and… But she didn’t. And so she left alone, to find a life on her own; to find success her mother could be proud of. She couldn’t know it’d be the last time she saw her. For the next few years, the aspiring star roamed the streets, bumming couches off of past costars and casting directors she’d befriended. But the truth was that a life like the one she lived had rarely afforded the luxury of friends. Those were a commodity reserved for the successful. Her mother had often pointed out as much on sets, looking to the circle of fawning fans and adoring sycophants that clung like remora on a shark to the leading stars. “That’s what awaits you,” she’d tell Aubrey. “That’s what you should think about when you step on stage. That’s love .” Well love did find her, just not in the way she ever expected. Within a few years of running from home, Aubrey was living in a women’s shelter in south London. It was there she caught wind of a casting call for a horror movie to be shot not far from her. She made her way down and to her surprise rather easily secured a small speaking part as a victim of the monsters. It was when she got the casting call did her eyes lit up with excitement. They were making some schlocky vampire picture, sure, and needed her to simply act the part of one of the victims, yes. But the leads! Camille Renoux and Wesley Grey . Two of the hottest talents alive, and she’d be sharing scenes with them. The filming went so smoothly, too. Any anxieties she’d had to be on screen with such stars evaporated when they came by. Practically the moment they stepped on set, all the extras swooned — Aubrey included. They had a way of putting the world around them at ease that she marveled at, and when it came time for Mr. Grey to bite her she shuddered with joy. She could hardly remember what happened, only that when it was over, he was praising her. Did he say her eyes were beautiful? When they walked past the camera he mentioned he thought her smile was perfect, she swears she can recall that. Or… maybe it was that her scream during the scene was very convincing? He almost definitely said something like that as they entered his dressing room alone. He wanted to run the lines one more time. Practice the bite, he said. Just once more. It’d be so quick… She hardly remembered much of what happened next. She knows now the bare details, but only because they were told to her later. She can recall the most pleasurable feeling. Did he kiss her? But something else. Something primal. Pain. And the fear that came with it. There was screaming for sure, and her head must have hit the floor. But when she came to, it was Ms. Renoux who was cradling her. The next months were unlike any she’d ever experienced, as the reality of what had happened was made clear to her. Camille had sired her. That vampire film? More or less a front for actual bloodsuckers, of which its stars and director had been. They just weren’t supposed to actually kill anyone, Camille later explained. But Wesley Grey films had a history apparently of missing extras. It didn’t matter, none of the past did anymore. As she came to learn, her human life was gone, but her true life was just beginning. The months that passed under Camille’s mentorship brought thrills and pleasures unlike any Aubrey had ever known. Within a year, and with her sire’s support, she’d manipulated her way into her first leading role. And then another. And another. She could scarcely believe she’d spent so long struggling to get by when the world could be made to curl around her finger just by walking into a room now. The fame was intoxicating – an aphrodisiac that only strengthened with every screaming fan, vogue photoshoot, and red carpet premiere. She was getting what she’d always wanted, and for once, she was in control of her life. If this didn’t make her mother proud, what would? Of course, she couldn’t just go back to her… she’d left them. Let them think she was dead. Let Lyla think she’d abandoned her. It would have to be enough to simply, well, keep an eye from afar. For now. There was just one small catch: The bloodline they both belonged to permitted the life they lived, but not without some give-back. She didn’t understand all of it, and Camille rarely gave as much info as she’d hoped, but every once in a while, they’d call on her to do something . Usually it was fairly simple stuff like swaying certain mortals or spreading some rumors in the gossip rags – but now, a few years into her requiem, Camille informed her they had something more long-term in mind. She was to be enrolled at the most prestigious University she could name, and play the true role of a lifetime: an Oxford Student. Enrolled through her blood benefactors, and with the support still of Camille, her only true friend, Aubrey finds herself in the completely alien world of academia. Sure, she felt a twinge of fear stepping onto such hallowed, ancient grounds. She could almost hear her mother in her ear, telling her she could never make it there. Sure , though. Who cares? They’ll love me. Everyone will. One way or another. And once they did, so would she. Surely. Right?