(Kurai was stupid and forgot to ask if she could make a Toreador. :/ I hope the answer's yes, 'cause otherwise, I'll have to just delete Celice and start over again. ^^'')
Character Sheet
Name: Celice Brevania
Player: KuraiKitty
Chronicle: Chicago
Clan: Toreador
Nature: Conniver
Demeanor: Gallant
Concept: Manipulative Paparazzi
Sire: Jorge Malcien
Generation: 12th Generation
Haven: Her home- a small but nevertheless cozy house, just outside the city.
Attributes (3)
Physical: (Dexterity raised via freebie points.)
Strength: XX00000000
Dexterity: XXX0000000
Stamina: XX00000000
Social: (7)
Charisma: XXXX000000
Manipulation: XXX0000000
Appearance: XXX0000000
Mental : (5)
Perception: XXX0000000
Intelligence: XX00000000
Wits: XXX0000000
AbilitiesTalentsAlertness: XX000
Athletics: X0000
Brawl: X0000
Dodge: XX000
Empathy: X0000
Expression: XX000
Intimidation: 00000
Leadership: 00000
Streetwise: X0000
Subterfuge: XXX00
SkillsAnimal Ken: 00000
Crafts: 00000
Drive: XX000
Ettiquette: XX000
Firearms: 00000
Melee: 00000
Perfomance: XX000
Security: X0000
Stealth: XX000
Survival: 00000
KnowledgesAcademics: 00000
Computer: X0000
Finance: XX000
Investigation: X0000
Law: 00000
Linguistics: X0000 (American Sign Language)
Medicine: 00000
Occult: 00000
Politics: 00000
Science: 00000
Disciplines (Presence augmented by one point via freebie points.)
Presence: XX00000000
Celerity: XX00000000
Auspex: XX00000000
BackgroundsAllies: 00000
Contacts: X0000
Fame: 00000
Generation: X0000
Herd: X0000
Influence: 00000
Mentor: 00000
Resources: XX000
Retainers: 00000
Status: 00000
Virtues (One point added to Willpower via freebie points.)
Conscience: XXX00
Self Control: XXXX0
Courage: XXX00
Humanity: XXXXXXX000
Willpower: XXXXXXX000
Bloodpool: XXXXXXXXXX
Merits Acute Sense (Hearing) (1 pt.)
Ambidextrous (1 pt.)
Blush of Health (2 pts.)
Enchanting Voice (2 pts.)
Common Sense (1 pt.)
Concentration (1 pt.)
Immaculate Aura (1 pt.)
Nine Lives (6 pts.)
Flaws Phobia (large snakes) (2 pts.)
Repulsed By Garlic (1 pt.)
Age: 31
Apparent Age: 19
Date of Birth: December 16, 1975
RIP: April 24, 1994
Hair: Her hair is a lovely blonde, streaked every so often with a slightly darker shade of caramel.
Eyes: Her eyes are a lovely shade of light azure, not unlike that of an aquamarine.
Race: French, almost exclusively.
Nationality: American
Height: 5’5
Weight: 135 pounds.
Sex: Female
Detailed History: Celice began her life in a small apartment in Chicago, where her parents were always hard at work in an attempt to get their lives out of the crowded and noisy apartment complexes and into a permanent home- and move they did, after her father got a job in heavy construction. As soon as she was four years of age, she found herself nicely situated in a humble abode, several miles from the hustle and bustle of the city.
Strangely, despite their French heritage, her parents taught her a different language instead of the François tongue- sign language. Her father’s earlier attempts at working as a construction worker left him with ignorance concerning earmuffs and jackhammers… and thus, his hearing not as good as one could have hoped at his age. Realizing that his auditory senses were fading, he made it a habit to communicate to others not only through voice, but also through his signs, which he learned from one of his coworkers. Because his friend’s mother had graduated from Gallaudet- a prominent school for the deaf- he was positive that he would be able to fluently communicate with others if they found themselves hard of hearing. Celice learned well enough, and found out quickly that it was almost exclusively for her father… though she always did appreciate when it brought her some attention from her peers.
She was more of a free spirit than her parents would have liked, admittedly, with her constant ear for gossip matched only by her boundless energy, which often led to many a tantrum in class and mischief galore. Frustrated by her outrageous amount of spunk, they quickly signed her up- as per her teacher’s suggestion- for classes that would force her to use energy and focus at the same time. Hopefully, they declared, the child would be so tired and so used to being focused in a class that she would change for the better. And so, her parents enrolled her in two classes- gymnastics and aikido.
While she did relatively well in gymnastics, she still fell a bit short compared to the potential prodigies she competed against- if she could do a split two ways, the others could do it three. So, while she worked hard to try to overtake her snide opponents and gained flexibility as a result, all it did was increase her taste for gossip, as she often used it against those who ‘needed to be taken down a notch’. While she never did get to the top of her ladder, she nevertheless enjoyed going, more for the sake of seeing what more could be learned about her peers, rather than for the exercise. When the other girls learned about her gossiping habits and loose tongue, they tried to keep their mouths shut around her- but as she learned to get them to trust her long enough to drop a secret, Celice also began learning how to disguise her true intents, leading to many broken friendships among her enemies.
Aikido, on the other hand, proved to be far too mellow for the energetic child. While she did learn enough to defend herself adequately (managing to squeak into the purple belt stage before throwing her classes aside), finding herself thrown repeatedly onto the ground was not her cup of tea, nor was her teacher’s asking for respect, concentration, focus, and inner calm. Also, she found that she absolutely loathed fighting with the traditional bo staff, opting to defend herself with her bare hands while learning how to roll properly when thrown, help her opponents fall down, and so on. Though she wished for some sort of exertion, she never really got to experience any in a class meant strictly for self-defense, not attack. She stuck with it for half a decade as her mother bade her, until her rebellious streak showed up en masse at the age of thirteen. She dropped the course, claiming that it didn’t interest her anymore, and never picked it up again. However, after doing the same movements year after year- just like playing a piano- the body, rather than the mind, remembers the motions.
She progressed through school, earning moderate grades at best and securing her academic progression through careful plotting, rumor-dropping, blackmailing, and the occasional verbal arm-twisting to coerce some of the smarter students into giving her just a few peeks at their assignments. Though she lacked true physical intimidation, her words and investigative nature assured that she was always one step ahead of the game of information. And when it came to grades, threatening ever-so-subtly to her teachers about a secret affair or a secret someone had spilled accidentally often led to her just barely passing her classes.
Once she encountered journalism in her English courses in high school, however, she was immediately entranced by the paparazzi and everything it entailed- the sights, the sounds, the spying, the blackmailing, the way they could enrapture their readers with sometimes fabricated tales… and still live in the limelight, no less! While her writing skills up to then had been sub-par, at best, she immediately set to work on improving her writing and setting up her course to become more than another brick in the wall of society. While her teachers wondered why she was putting so much effort into one subject, others were glad that, while she was focused, she often kept her ear out of their affairs. And keep out she did, too engrossed by her own ambition to care about the menial secrets of her peers. She could peer into the lives of stars, if she succeeded, and have them begging her never to spill their secrets!
This dream of grandeur kept her going for some time… but making calls to certain people and assuring that she could hold them to their word (via threats to their secrecy, of course) let her take at least one step into the door of success. However, even with her compelling writing and her ability to get others to trust her kind smile and charismatic words, she still never got a stable job that would consistently pay the rent. While her parents did agree to support her until she could live on her own, she felt guilty and strangely pathetic for having to stay in her parent’s house after the age of 18, when many of her peers had already flown the coop, so to speak.
After countless applications and many days spent waiting for a reply, she expected no answer to arrive, and began to search for alternatives. Just when she considered going back into gymnastics, however, she got a strange phone call from a man who claimed worked for the local paparazzi. If she could get a certain company secret from the president of a local winery, he told her, he could get her a permanent job in the business. And, he had said, she could finally move out of her parents’ house.
Slightly distressed by the implied threat, she carefully brought up the subject of a permanent vacation to her parents, just in case their safety would be compromised by this would-be stalker if she refused to take the job. Confused but finally convinced that she’d grown up enough to have more concern for others than herself, they left Celice with their home and, with their retirement funds, moved out of state to California, the Golden State. Soon after their assured departure, she took the job, and was surprised to find that the president was a surprisingly tough nut to crack. However, with her manipulative nature and soothing voice, along with the presence of alcohol, he accidentally slipped out the information she needed to hear before she scribbled it noisily onto her notepad and called her informant back. Pleased, he asked to meet her in person, to which she swelled with pride- she was going to get a job!
Jorge Malcien, however, was far more convinced in paying her with something other than money for a job well done. Convinced by his lust that her beauty and way with the written word would be best preserved for eternity, he granted her the Embrace at the mere cost of a weak struggle on her part. While she had been entranced by his handsome features and had always wanted that job, she wasn’t exactly willing to go out of her way (physically) to get the opportunity, and also noted that something had seemed so… wrong.
Not that it mattered.
Her sire, infamous for choosing only on the basis of looks, had added yet another beautiful work of art to his collection. Agreeing to teach her everything if only she smiled at him once a night, he taught her the Toreador traditions and practices over the next twelve years, and even convinced her to pick up her gymnastics abilities again… while he claimed it would increase her flexibility again after sitting at a desk for so long, he was really just waiting for her to climb into the uneven bars and show him the whole of his converted work of art.
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Freebie points: 15 points allotted to Merits, 3 removed via Flaws (leaving 13 points to spend), 5 points used to raise Dexterity, 7 points used to upgrade Presence, and 1 for Willpower.
15+5+7+1-3= 25 Freebie points. :3
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