Behind The Veil

[Goddess]

The Handler

The Character

Name Jessica Téa Mann
Nicknames/Alias: Teagan (Tee-gan) Mann
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight

Species: Kine
Lineage: Blood Doll

Derangement(s): Lack of common sense, delusions, envy, vanity, lust, pride and pretty much all of the cardinal sins

Misc: Teagan has an annoying voice that ranges from childish to whiny on any given occasion. It’s that porn star voice, raspy and low and slightly full of laughter... no matter what she’s doing or who she’s talking to. Most people who speak to her generally want to stuff something in her mouth after about five minutes, the good thing is that most times she’s usually willing to let them.

Appearance: Once the average American girl, Teagan is now something of a...well, plastic doll. She used to be a pretty natural thing with dark brown hair and hazel eyes and normal sized attributes, but since the age of eighteen she began a long trek that has led her, now six years later, to be someone completely different. Starting with her bleached blonde hair which, with the aide of extensions, rests at the middle of her back and remains either unbound and straight or pulled up into a girlish ponytail sometimes. On occasion she has even been known to don pigtails. Highly arched eyebrows give her that shocked look that seems to be in nowadays, and brilliant emerald green contacts make her eyes pop even more. After two nose jobs she finally has the perfect thin nose, and collagen lip injections are the reason for her full pouty kissable lips. Aside from all that she has a slightly masculine facial structure, though she’s still quite beautiful, and is never seen without at least one layer of make-up on, regardless of the time of day.

If she could’ve, she would have broken every bone in her body and reshaped them to make herself taller. As it is, her surgeon told her no , so she’s forced to remain a mere five-feet-four-inches tall, though noone seems to notice since she’s always in stilettos. Originally a mere B-cup, her breasts are now an ample 34D, the best gifts she’s ever gotten from one of her gentlemen friends. Her waist is a tiny twenty-three-inches, coupled with a shapely thirty-four-inch hip span, which is impressive considering she doesn’t weigh a pound over one-hundred-and-fifteen pounds soaking wet. None of it might not have been naturally hers, but no one can deny that the body she has now is enticing, to say the least.

Choice of Clothing: Her personal motto is: Less is more. It’s a shame that some states have those annoying public indecency laws, otherwise she’d walk around with as little clothing on as she possibly could. There’s nothing in her wardrobe that doesn’t fit snuggly around her curves or show off some parts of her. She likes low cut tops that give her that ample cleavage and keep the men from actually looking her in the eye. If the sleeves are short, that’s good, if there are no sleeves at all, that’s even better.

She’s a mini-skirt and short shorts kind of girl, anything to show off her ass, which might be the only thing she didn’t get from the doctor. Hot pants, low-rise jeans, you name it and she’ll wear it if its tight and cute. She owns a rainbow variety of tights and spandex pants and sometimes has the class to wear a pair under her short skirts. When it comes to clothes, though, her absolute favorite is lingerie. She’s a Trashy girl, of course. She adores silk and lace, sheer and spandex. French cut... crotchless... garters... she does it all. When it comes to fashion she usually just follows the latest trends.

It’s pretty much the same with shoes, hand bags and accessories. It doesn’t necessarily have to be name brand unless its cute. She owns everything from cowboy boots to hooker heels to Prada shoes and more. It might be tacky and whorish at (all the) times, but at least it shows diversity.

Personality: Its not that she’s stupid, its just that she doesn’t know much. Actually... it is because she’s stupid. She’s one of those short-sighted people who are rarely ever concerned about life past their front door, except that she has dreams about becoming a star and she lives for Hollywood gossip. Other than that, her answer and reaction to everything is... I don’t care. Hurricane Katrina? Tsunamis? Earthquakes and forest fires? Why the fuck should she care if its not actually happening to her? Yes, she’s vain and conceited and a selfish bitch, but who isn’t these days? She tries to live up to the Hollywood ideal that says that all women are beautiful divas and shouldn’t care about anything except themselves.

She’s as naive as the pig who built his house out of straw. She will literally do any and every thing she can to get ahead and become one step closing to achieving her dreams. Which is exactly why her past is decorated with an endless horde of ‘friends,’ boyfriends, agents, producers, talent scouts, gentlemen friends, sugar daddies, and countless men of supernatural persuasion. Show some interest, say the right words and pretend to actually care, and she’ll cling to you like a damn leech. She doesn’t have a clue what it means, but she’s quick to ‘fall in love’ and become attached to someone. She’s stupidly optimistic and one of those people who seem capable of bouncing back from numerous hurts and wrong doings just to be with the same person. She can forgive almost anything.

Her conversation is about as deep as a puddle of water and as intellectual as a discussion on Barney, but she has a certain charm and charisma that attracts people all the same. She generally loves life and can brighten anyone’s day, even if only by making an ass of herself. She likes to laugh and when it comes to men will find almost anything funny. She’s the perfect girl for an egotistical shallow bastard because she’ll rarely stray and will remain as devoted as a dumb dog. And the greatest thing about her is that she views sex the same way she views breathing; it just has to happen or she’d die. She doesn’t have any particular standards or morals and isn’t very hard to convince to get into bed, or the backseat of a car, though she generally prefers guys who are at least attractive. However, if they’re rich she’ll put all that aside. She’s quick to brag about how talented and flexible she is sexually, and will go out of her way to prove it.

There are some good things about her... she likes animals, for instance. Though she’s vain about her appearance she’s not one of those girls who’ll order a salad at a restaurant. If she can, she’ll offer her help to someone who needs it if she has nothing better to do. No matter what she does she always tries to do her best at it. And, even though she views nearly everything as minor, she does get upset when people treat her too badly, which she will express by breaking into sobs. In short, she’s not very deep, but she’s nothing less than human either.


History: Originally born Jessica Mann, she was raised in rural Houston, Texas by a waitress and a private contractor. As the youngest of three children, Jess–as she was called–was without a doubt the most spoiled and therefore the one that got away with the most. There was nothing out of the ordinary about her family, they were the typical hard-working middle-classed American troupe. Her mother was an adequate woman who worked hard during the day at a local diner and worked just as hard when she came home at night to take care of her children. She kept them clothed and clean and fed and read them bedtime stories when they wanted, she patched up their wounds when they fell and kissed them to make it all better. She treated them equally with love, but gave Jess just a little bit extra attention since she was the baby.

Their father was a large man with a no-nonsense attitude and a hard work ethic, who spent his days at his office or out on building sites with his team. He was the disciplinarian of the house and enforced all the rules. When they got out of line, he was the one who spanked them and doled out punishments. Despite that, he was still a good father and loved and adored all of his children and his wife and worked extra hard to make sure that life was comfortable for them all.

From the time they were four, she and all of her siblings were shipped off to the local daycare and elementary school like everyone else. While her siblings did what they had to to get good grades and excel, Jess was always a bit mediocre and only barely managed to get through each year without being kept back. As the years passed she worked hard to gain social status and fit in with everyone opposed to focusing on academics. It may not have been the smartest plan, but it got her Homecoming Queen and Most Photogenic in her yearbook, not to mention nearly all the boys on the basketball, football, track, and swimming teams. She was without a doubt the most popular girl in her school and town and reveled in it. She could’ve stayed and done the expected thing; settle down with a well-to-do man and become a house wife, but she had grand dreams of becoming a model and actress and gracing the covers of a few magazines. She wanted to be a star.

So, it wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone, including her parents, when she moved out at the age of eighteen and changed her name to Teagan Mann. With the support of a few generous ‘friends’ and money from her parents, she relocated to Las Vegas and sought a job as a model. With no luck. When the money began to run out she finally accepted a job as a showgirl at a casino. She did that for three years and each year she transformed more and more, eventually crafting herself into what she thought was the perfect image of beauty. While in Vegas she succumbed to the whims of a man named James Sparks, a middle aged man with a heavy English accent and impeccable tastes. He gave her everything that she desired, fulfilling her every request and all she had to do in exchange was lay in his bed... and let him drink her blood every so often. The fact that he was an actual vampire had very little effect on her, perhaps because she was too stupid to have deep thoughts and ideas. In any case, she was his willing Blood Doll for as long as he had her, following him around like a lost sheep and giving herself to him freely until the day when he disappeared.

It was when she was twenty-two and hit rock bottom that she agreed to do a low budget porn movie. It was supposed to be just the one, until she got back on her feet, but then came the sequel and a trilogy and before she knew it she was making a semi-decent living as a porn actress. During that time she ran through men like wardrobe changes, some were good some weren’t, some left her with gifts and money and some left her with scars. Through out it all she still held on to the hope that she’d become a star and meet Mr. Right. In the meantime, she busied herself with as many Mr. Wrongs as she could find until she just couldn’t do it anymore and became celibate for a while before quitting and leaving the pornography industry behind.

Between then and now she got a few more surgeries and sought out an agent before she relocated to Los Angeles. Now she’s trying to make a legit career out of modeling and keeping far away from the porn image she used to have. In the meantime, she’s purchased a small loft downtown and is looking forward to getting back in the saddle...

[Goddess]

The Handler


The Character

Name Veronica Anya Ivanov
Nicknames/Alias: Nika, or some variation of the word, usually Nik (pronounced Neek)
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight as an arrow

Species: Kine

Appearance: No one would believe that she’s a natural red head, not because the look wouldn’t fit her, but because red heads are supposed to be fiery and assertive; everything that Nika is not. Nevertheless, she is a natural red head, a bit darker than what European’s call Ginger-haired, but red all the same. However, befitting her personality, she often dyes it brown, but never any other color. Mahogany, chestnut, sienna... she thinks she looks best as a brunette and prefers it that way since it attracts less attention than her original hair color. Her hair texture has always been wavy, not quite curly, though at times she has been known to straighten it. When she does, it comes to the hemline of her jeans, otherwise it stops around her waist. As far as styles go, she either leaves it curly or straight, but it always remains unbound.

Most times her eyes appear to be a mild shade of blue, other times they appear to be a very light shade of green (perhaps sea foam), and depending on the lighting they can also seem to be slightly grey. When asked, which is often since people seem to be mesmerized by her eyes but unable to describe their color, she’ll say they’re green. Upon closer inspection they’re really revealed to be a combination of all three. Around the rim they’re blue, which is why they appear that way most often. Going towards the center they’re pale green and fade into a light grey around the pupil.. Simply stunning.

Nika’s facial features are angelic at best. She has a heart shaped face and a defined jawline, with a slight cleft in her chin. Her cheeks are cherubish and round, appearing less chubby as she’s gotten older. Her eyes are perfectly almond shaped with naturally arched brows. Her nose is neither big nor small, not pointed or rounded., just... perfect. Her mouth is lovely and shaped like a perfect bow, the bottom a bit fuller than the top. Still, she has a small mouth (which matches her small voice) and even when she smiles her brightest it’s still petite. Her teeth are white and even, though she thinks she looks like a rabbit based on her two front ones. She still has a Colgate smile. She wears no make-up at all, save for a bit of lip chap, but the truth is that she doesn’t need to. She’s just naturally gorgeous and completely oblivious about it all.

Her body is another thing entirely, like her face which is full of innocence and seems barely a day over sixteen, her body also seems to be underdeveloped or just beginning to go through the stages of puberty. She has always been slightly tall, standing around five feet nine inches (5'9") and yet has never weighed a pound over one hundred and twenty pounds (120lbs) before her pregnancy. She couldn’t be called skinny, but is far from being voluptuous, especially given her squarish shape. She’s always had a nonexistent bottom and small breasts. HOWEVER, the joy of carrying a life is that she gained quite a lot of weight which filled out her tall body and gave her curves where there was none. Now she actually has a shape, though she still only weighs one hundred and thirty pounds (130lbs), her breasts have filled out to about a large B-cup (which still isn’t saying much) and her bottom is still small, but fuller nonetheless. And she actually has hips!

Choice of Clothing: She’s a kindergarten teacher. ‘Nuff said (haha). Like policemen, kindergarten teachers are easily defined by their outfits. Sunflower dresses, soft pastels, and floral prints. The sad thing is that Nika dressed this way long before she began teaching. She has always been a simple, casual type of girl. Growing up in Maine didn’t help much either. She likes wearing overalls, jeans that are a size too big, and sweat shirts. Most of her shoes are flats, and even still she owns more sneakers. Aside from the tendency to dress like a boy, she usually wears dresses in soft color, pastels and such and floral print. She dresses like an old fashion house wife, really. And that extends to her undergarments and lingerie since the sexiest sleepwear she owns is a white nightgown not even made of silk or satin. All of her panties are granny panties, and all of her bras are simply made to function and therefore ugly.

Personality: Nika is meek (they shall inherit the earth) and soft-spoken and when she does speak she has a tendency to speak veeeery slowly, articulating every syllable even when she’s not teaching children. People who know her often wonder why God saw fit to waste such good looks on someone so frustratingly shy, who often walks with her head down covering her face. She’s genuinely good, sweet, and kind and it shows in her face. She’s generous and giving, forgiving, to the point of being naive. She’s the perfect candidate for abuse and has been used numerous times. Still, her patience is endless and her faith in people is inspiring. She loves children with all of her being and relates to them more than adults on most levels. She has a general desire to want to help, which is also why she got into teaching. She enjoys working with people, despite her shyness, and has this insane hope that one day there’ll be no war, no hatred, no poverty. The bible tells her so.

Despite being twenty-two years old, having premarital sex, and getting knocked up before her wedding, Nika knows very little about sexuality and sex, let alone being sexy. She’s completely straight and is attracted to men, she enjoys kissing and foreplay (like most women) but that’s where the knowledge ends. She’s been with her beau since she was sixteen and only lost her virginity to him two years ago when she was twenty. Her first time was uneventful, except for the ridiculous pain and embarrassment of bleeding, and even early on she got the impression that sex was highly overrated. It was his fault, of course. He was practically a virgin himself and lacked finesse in the bedroom, which in the six years since hasn’t much changed, unfortunately. He had a few rules when it came to sex, too, which might explain it. For instance, he always had to be on top. To this day she has only had sex in the missionary position. The lights always had to be off. And aside from a few kisses for her, sex was basically just for him to get off, which usually only took about a few minutes. Still, they somehow managed to get pregnant, though she is still very inexperienced and clueless when it comes to things of that nature.


History: Her father was the owner of a small, but successful manufacturing company in Russia that had been owned and run by his family since time out of mind. After his father had passed it had been turned over to him and it was assumed that he would turn it over to his son. (The Ivanov’s always bred sons, so it was said.) But unlike his father’s before him, there was no joy in running the company for him (let’s just call him Sacha). And he had no sons nor any wife to speak of, which he blamed on all his time spent running the business. It was blasphemy to even think of turning over the company to someone not of the Ivanov clan (though Russia was swarming with Ivanov’s, so it was mostly just threats)but that’s exactly what he did. He further disgraced his family’s name and legacy by turning it over to an American., though he got more than enough in return. It was the American who handed him a brochure and told him he should get on a plane and go to America, the land of opportunity and freedom, where the women bountiful and easy to mate with.

Unfortunately (or perhaps not), while flipping through the brochure of American cities and states, he was drawn to the more scenic areas that reflected his home rather than the flashy cities and urban areas. As it was, he stumbled across a beautiful land with lakes, fields of grass, and mountains... Heaven On Earth, the brochure said. It was perfect. He didn’t see any women in the pictures, but he figured there had to be some as beautiful as the landscape, so he bought a plane ticket and traveled across the water (staring out the window the entire time) and into America, passport and registration papers in hand of course, where he then boarded a bus which led him to his destination. Maine.

It was glorious, as beautiful as the brochure said. And the people were friendly and he was amused that this little slice of heaven was also referred to as New England. And there were women, though none of them seemed to eager to mate let alone listen to him with his thick Russian accent. But he didn’t care, his only purpose for having a wife was to produce a child to run a business that no longer belonged to him. He was free to do whatever he wanted and had the money to back it up. Within the year he brought a home in Bangor. His neighbor was a young American woman named Carol who called herself a free lance writer and ran a day care center out of her home, which she had inherited from her grandmother. They became close friends, she helped him with his English, and soon after they became romantically involved. Soon after that they gave birth to a girl who they named Veronica Anya, a name chosen by her father after his obvious love of his country.

Even as a child Nika, as her father called her (her mom always called her by her middle name), was shy and precocious. She was clearly intelligent, but wasn’t as eager to show off as most kids are. She was sensitive and would cry if someone raised their voice in her presence. She was a quiet, but happy child, active and full of energy. And she was loved and spoiled by both her parents. She was also sickingly adorable, with puffy cheeks and bright eyes. She loved wearing her little frizzy dresses, especially around Easter time, and was adored by mostly everyone. She was generally a good kid, like every other child, but less annoying.

As she got older, people, her parents included, began to see that she was really bashful and self-conscious, almost awkwardly so. She socialized with other kids and rarely got into trouble, but like her mother she was a solitary person. She was also extremely bright and attentive, the listener. She could speak Russian fluently by the time she was eight, and in school she learned Spanish (later on she taught herself how to speak French). She also learned how to play the piano and the violin, by ten, though her favorite instrument was the flute because of it’s soft melodies. Her life was normal and pretty uneventful, her parents marriage was and still is very solid. She was never teased, not to her face, though people did use her and abuse her kindness.

She was known in her neighborhood, in Maine nearly everyone knows everyone, as being the pretty shy girl. Boys liked her but never bothered to ask her out and girls liked her, but still disliked her shyness and wasted beauty. She went through school without a problem, doing well in everything, though not exceedingly so. High school was the same. Bangor was a simple place, there were no cliques and bullies and bitchy cheerleaders. It was boring, really. Until she met her beau; Jake. He was tall, handsome, and smart. And a year older than her. He had plans and goals for the future, namely moving to Europe and settling down. He was basically a hick. He wanted a house with a picket fence, a wife, two and a half kids, and a dog. He found her to be pretty and smart and not like any other girls, so he pursued her. She was too nice to turn him down and since he was the first to ask she accepted and began to “date” him. By dating I mean going to school, taking walks, studying together and attending church. There were no make-out sessions or any of the fun things teenagers normally like to do.

Anyway, he graduated and spent a year working in a hardware store as a manager before she graduated as well. He had already set plans in motion to move to London by purchasing a small house, the only thing he needed was her. She was in love with him and was eager to go, but her parents forced her to stay. College first, they said. They all came to a compromise; she attended a community college for two years and got an Associates degree in early childhood development.(aka teaching) and once she graduated she moved with him to London, but not before he popped the question. She said yes, of course.

But after making it to London, and breaking her promise to her parents before her wedding night, she decided marriage could wait. In the meantime she began teaching at a local school that taught kindergarten to eighth grade. Teaching was the true love of her life; she loved seeing her kids faces every day. She loved bringing in treats for them and awarding them when they did something right. She never raised her voice to them or chided them. Of course students of all ages loved her and would stop by her classroom for candy or just to get away. She never told when the older students cut class. She loved children, they gave her life meaning. And a year after leaving America she discovered that she’d be having one of her own.

Colors seemed brighter, music seemed sweeter. There was no other way to describe how it felt to be an expectant mother. She changed drastically. She was even more happy and bubbly, every day she would wear bright colors and dresses, flowers in her hair. She became a social butterfly, letting people rub her stomach when it got big enough. Talking endlessly about baby names, baby clothes, baby everything. She was higher than she had ever been in her life. Jake was ecstatic as well, though he expressed this by working nearly to death at a plant in the city. She couldn’t care less. She was a Mother.

She never stopped working, even when she got bigger and her stomach grew larger than the rest of her. She was amused by her students reactions and the endless question that they always seemed to have. She went to the doctor for check-ups more often than was necessary just to be safe. She took her prenatal vitamins, saved every ultra sound printout. They attended Lamaze classes together, had test runs; she was well prepared for everything. Until eight months into her pregnancy when she woke up in extreme pain, bleeding profusely. A trip to the hospital confirmed her deepest fear; she was having a miscarriage. That night everyone on her floor heard her screams, and quite a few on the top floors as well, though they all assumed it was just another pregnancy. But her baby was dead.

The loss of a child is the hardest thing a mother can experience. They put her on meds and kept her in the hospital, she was on suicide watch. The cards and letters and visits from her parents and students didn’t make it better. Reading the bible didn’t make it easier. She didn’t want to live. They gave her anti-depressants and sent her home. She never went back to work. How could she? How could see look into the faces of those children when she was denied her own? She couldn’t. She stayed in bed while Jake worked. She did chores around the house, toyed with gardening and knitting, but she felt dead inside. All she could think about was her child, a boy who she had named Caleb, a child she had to bury before he was even born. She only went out to visit his grave, planting new flowers and reading fairy tales to a tombstone.

But life went on, months passed, a new year. Her twenty-second birthday. Spring. She visited his grave everyday. But once she went at night. She was followed, watched. When she left, they followed. To her house. She unlocked the door and was shoved inside from behind. In darkness she was attacked, thrown against walls, dragged across the floor. Then she felt a pain in her neck. Jake, who had been upstairs sleeping at the time, awoke and rushed down the stairs in the darkness, blindly coming to his wife’s (as he viewed her) aide. He had a knife in his hand. There was just darkness, movement, grunting, and then she was screaming, pulling free and colliding to the floor with someone. There was a struggle, she got the knife somehow, she screamed again. And shestabbed them, over and over and over again. The lights flicked on, Jake lay beneath her covered in blood... dead. Laughter behind her, she turned and saw no one. Jake was dead. She had killed him.

More screaming... the police.... Jake was dead... she fainted.

She woke up in the hospital. Jake was still dead. Police questioned her endlessly, she explained what happened. She cried some more. Accidental murder, they said. No time necessary, not for a woman who lost her child and husband within a matter of months. She was bruised pretty bad, a nurse came in to clean her wounds. The nurse asked about the wounds on her neck. She remembered the darkness... the pain in her neck... sharp teeth... blood... She was discharged a few days later. The marks on her neck had cleared up, but not before she inspected them. Tiny pock marks. Holes. She had lost her child, her husband, and now her own life. She was undead. A vampire.

Bitten. By a vampire. It’s stranger how easy my subconscious allows me to accept this. That vampires even exist, let alone that I’m becoming one of them. I don’t know how it works. I feel more sensitive to light, but that could be depressions fault. I haven’t had an appetite, again could be depression. I feel angry. Hateful. I killed a man, my own husband. Who am I know? What am I to become?

I don’t want to be a monster. I don’t want to be.

I’ll end it first before I turn. See the sun one last time. Join my husband and baby...

I don’t want to be.

But she wasn’t really turning into a vampire. She had been bitten and fed from, but not to the point of death. However her mortal mind wasn’t aware of this so one night she walked to her son and fiance’s grave, planing on letting the sun destroy her. But two very real vampires found her and would have killed her if it wasn’t for a man with a sword, Vincent Skyy, who also revealed himself to be a vampire. But she was naive and so full of goodness that she didn’t care and when the sun began to rise she invited him to hide out in her home. That night a lot of things happened, namely she forged a bond with him and ended up sharing her bed, and her body, with him. Though he never drank her blood. (Hence she is completely human and does everything of her own free will.)

Afterwards she didn’t see him for a while, he had gotten into trouble with the Camarilla and was being pushed out of the city. They somehow found out about her and threatened to do her harm, so when he decided to leave and head for America she didn’t hesitate to tag along. She was his protector, watching over him during the day, making sure the sun didn’t touch him, and at night they were confidants and lovers, heading for a land that was both familiar and foreign at the same time.

[Goddess]

The Handler

The Character

Name Gia Renee Zane
Nicknames/Alias: Gia, Dollface, in Europe she is known simply as The Daughter Zane.
Age: 20

Gender: Female
Orientation: Equal Opportunist (She likes men and women)

Species: Kindred
Clan: Brujah
Sect: Anarch

Sire: Ezekiel Roderick Black

Power: Celerity, Potence, Presence


Appearance: Petite as she wants to be, Gia Zane stands unimpressively at a mere 5'3" and weighs around 120 lbs. Her measurements are a voluptuous 36C-24-36, curves that are more soft and fleshy than firm. She has radiant waist length crimson red hair which is cut evenly at the ends and comes down partly in her face in a loose bang. When she wants to be casual she plaits her hair and lets it hang down her shoulder, while to appear proper she is known to curl her hair into little tendrils that frame her face.
Gia’s beauty is surpassed by none. Her face is stunning and awe-inspiring and without a doubt that’s due mostly to her odd yet unique violet-hued eyes. Ever as bright and colorful as they were in her youth, Gia’s eyes are her trademark and the main reason why she has been declared one of the most beautiful young women in the world (by numerous Parisian publications). Unlike Elizabeth Taylor, however, Gia’s eyes are bright and clearly violet, which has gained some speculation that they aren’t real, though this has done little to lessen her popularity.

Also notable among her features are her full, pouty ruby red lips, which supposedly rival even Angelina Jolie’s, though Gia doesn’t have a clue who that is. She always seems to wear a smirk, which is also a trademark of hers. Gia also has the smoothest, clearest, softest, most vibrant milky white skin anyone has ever seen. Her complexion has gotten her many comparisons to a porcelain doll, hence her nickname. Since her embrace her appearance hasn’t changed in the slightest.

Choice of Clothing: Gia’s trademark look is a simple black dress, usually strapless, and a pair of stilettos. Growing up in Paris and being the daughter of a model, she was naturally very into fashion and could recognize an original from a knock off a mile away. But black has always been her favorite color, simply because it compliments her alabaster skin, so she’s nearly always adorned in some type of black fabric. Her clothes are always very form fitting, hugging her killer curves and accentuating her ample bust. She detests sneakers and loose clothing, and any other garments that conceals her figure. Overall, she dresses very expensively, but not to the point of being gaudy.

Personality: Back when she was a schoolgirl, Gia knew who she was and she wasn’t going to change for anybody. She was bossy, bitchy, and mean and didn’t care what anyone thought about it. But that attitude changed quickly when she found herself being befriended and tormented by several London Kindred. She had never known fear before and it humbled her... somewhat.

To the rest of the world she's much more like her old self; arrogant, conceited, and uncaring. Most people aren't interesting or important enough to capture her attention, so she regularly ignores the rest of the world unless something happens. She’s demanding and impatient with the nearly everyone and has a tendency to tick people off just for the hell of it. She’s clearly spoiled, but not prissy. Feminine, but not girly. She is quite the paradox since sometimes she seems unaffected by everything around her, but other times she seems weighed down with the problems of the world.

Overall, she’s a very vibrant, passionate person. She has a lust for adventure and even trouble, she enjoys the excitement and thrill life has to offer and she considers it a sin to not take a risk. She is also a very, very sensual/erotic person. Very picky, but when she sees something she likes she goes after it without hesitation. She enjoys flirting and teasing, she loves making people want her. If she ever felt undesired, she would probably kill herself.

Despite her looks one should never underestimate her intelligence because she is without a doubt something of a knowledge freak. Curiosity is her biggest asset and flaw, she always needs to know. She loves books and reading and is known for spending hours inside a library just browsing. If she comes across someone who seems to know a little more than her then she will latch onto them and try to soak up some of their knowledge. And, without fail, if you really want to piss her off the only word you have to use is Stupid. Nothing is more insulting to her.

Last, but certainly not least, she is trouble on two legs. She’s deadly. She has a penchant for causing trouble where ever she goes, especially amongst the male species. She has a violent side to her that is shockingly primal. In combat she prefers to use her hands to rip out her opponents eyes or throat, rather than use a weapon. She trusts no one but herself.


History: On February 26, 1988 Gavin, a wealthy entrepreneur and Gabrielle Zane, a beautiful French model gave birth to their first child; Gia Renee Zane. Born on a cold winter's night in Paris, Gia’s birth was marked by eighteen hours of excruciating labor before her entrance into the world. For her father it was love at first sight as he held his baby girl in his arms, who already had his full head of red hair and her mother’s odd violet eyes. Since giving birth Gabrielle hadn’t even held her daughter until she brought her home from the hospital two days later.

Spoiled and coveted since birth by her father and secretly envied by her mother, Gia was given the best of everything. Nannies, maids and even playmates were at her beck and call. Because she was never told "no" as a child; Gia became selfish and even cruel as she spent most of her childhood ordering around the help at the Zane mansion and causing havoc wherever she went. While Gavin remained the center of young Gia’s world, Gabrielle became even more cold and distant towards her daughter who even at the age of five was already stunning in her beauty. Unlike her mother who was fairer in complexion, Gia was nothing short of pale, with rosy cheeks and red pouty lips that were almost always curled up into a smirk. Even then Gabrielle viewed Gia as a threat.

After five blissful years of being an only child Gia’s life reached a turning point when Gabrielle became pregnant again. Unlike her first pregnancy with Gia, the beautiful blonde bombshell welcomed the second pregnancy with open arms, even retiring from the modeling profession in favor of becoming a housewife. Those nine months were the hardest on Gia who had to deal with her father’s sudden disenchantment with her in favor of pampering and waiting hand and foot on Gabrielle, who Gia was pleased to note, had blown up to nearly twice her former size. Ignored and vengeful, Gia raised hell on the Zane estate by shaving her poodle bald, draining the Olympic sized swimming pool, and scalding the cook who had foolishly tried to serve the young girl beef stew when she had clearly asked for chicken soup. It was a major relief to everyone when Gaby gave birth nine months later to identical twin girls; Gloria and Gwen. Unlike Gia however, the twins took completely after their mother in looks; having blond hair and very fair skin. Also, unlike Gia they had Gavin’s green eyes instead of Gaby’s pale violet ones. Maybe that’s why Gaby treated them better than she ever treated Gia; it could also be why upon seeing his twin daughters Gavin quickly went back to favoring Gia. Something Gabrielle noticed and didn’t exactly appreciate.

As the years passed and Gia grew up to become a gorgeous adolescent and a gifted student things in the Zane household took a turn for the worse. Gloria and Gwen quickly grew to become their mother’s favorites looking more and more like her with each passing day while Gia maintained her position as Daddy’s favorite; often traveling with him on business trips while leaving Gaby and the twin’s home. Despite her lavish upbringing Gia was a lonely child and still felt the need to rebel against her Catholic upbringing and her father’s intolerance of sinful behavior. Gia mocked and often tormented the other children, choosing instead to spare and befriend the people she met out on the streets of London and Paris.

Gloria and Gwen, the exact opposites of Gia in almost every way, were the epitome of good children; attending mass, helping out around the house, and even more importantly, sucking up to Gaby. The twins were loved by everyone especially the Zane staff who rightly feared Gia and avoided her at all costs. The twins had tons of friends even as toddlers befriending the children of some of the most influential people in the world. Like their parents, Gloria and Gwen had a severe intolerance for “ungodly” folk, ignoring altogether the unbaptized children in the neighborhood, regardless of their parent’s celebrity. Another thing they had intolerance for was Gia whom they referred to simply as “Her”. As in: “It’s Her again.” Which is bad, but not as bad as Gia’s nickname for them: “Twitches”, which is short for “twin bitches”. Despite their severe loathing of each other Gia and the twins rarely ever got into fights or arguments, choosing instead to avoid each other entirely except for once when Gia “accidentally” lost them in a park. The truth of the matter is that the twins feared Gia and she could’ve care less about them.

If Gaby viewed Gia as a threat at age five, then at age thirteen she down right hated her. By this point Gaby and Gavin were barely speaking and Gaby was convinced there was another woman in the picture somewhere. Besides Gia that is. Gaby resented Gia for stealing Gavin away from her. But mostly she hated Gia because Gia was beautiful. To see in her daughter such beauty was a blow to her ego. She hated that Gia had her eyes and she hated that Gia had such gorgeous red hair, the same hair that had made her fall in love with Gavin. Gloria and Gwen were gorgeous in their own right, but not half as beautiful as Gia, which greatly disturbed Gaby since the twins were her little clones. It killed Gaby to know that Gia’s beauty, even at such a young age, surpassed her own.

By the age of fifteen Gia was attending a boarding school in London while the twin’s were home schooled and her parents were rumored to be on the verge of divorce. Extremely feisty and vivacious, Gia would often sneak out to roam the streets of London till the wee hours of the morning, though she never got caught. Meanwhile, unaware of her parents quickly dissolving marriage, she quickly gained a reputation for being a bitch and trouble maker. A brilliant mind and quick learner she was easily one of the top students in her year but her smart mouth and penchant for cursing students greatly overshadowed her brains. And she was gorgeous. Gia quickly had boys in almost every year eating out of her hand, and girls of almost every year wanting to snap her pretty little neck. She reveled in the attention and enjoyed teasing and mocking some of the quieter students. Every week she wrote home and every week she got no reply. Having no one else to correspond with Gia was left to her own devices, and that is when she stumbled into the library and fell in love with books. Books distracted her from school and gave her something else to worry about rather than why her father never wrote.

And then one day out of the blue came the news that Gavin and Gaby were officially getting a divorce. Though Gaby had been happier than ever, Gavin was miserable every day he and Gia didn’t speak. He had come to the conclusion that he was no longer in love with Gaby and he never really denied the infidelity rumors. In response to this Gaby became depressed and holed up in the master bedroom making Gavin sleep in a guest bedroom. The twins cried and tried to grasp the idea of divorce. Gia didn’t know how to react but was extremely emotional and immersed herself further into her books and studies before summer came and she was sent home. Gia spent a week in the mansion with Gaby who still had refused to leave her bedroom when Gavin came for her. He had already purchased and furnished a new home for the two of them. Gaby would keep the mansion and the staff and even the cars. He and Gia would live in an even bigger estate alone and care for each other with no servants or help. He’d already decorated her room, she would love it. Gaby finally came out of hiding to watch Gia pack her things and leave. She never once said a word to Gia, not good bye or I love you. She only stared at Gia through tear stained eyes with such hatred and contempt that Gia felt for a moment unsafe.

And then she left for school and lost interest in being a badass and scaring people. She went through most of her fifth year blissfully unaware of the war her parents were waging against each other. Gaby had come out of her depression and was now trying to take Gavin for all he was worth, which was somewhere near the billion dollar mark. Gaby was bitter and spread all sorts of rumors about her husband, but the lowest blow was when she asked for custody of Gia. Gavin who had luckily signed a prenuptial agreement had no qualms about giving Gaby money, she would be after all raising his daughters, but he thought the custody thing was pushing it and threatened to leave Gaby with nothing if she took it to court. But she did it anyway and so Gia was yanked out of school during the middle of her fifth year to attend a courtroom hearing to determine which parent she would stay with. Very clearly and in the sweetest voice ever she told the judge she would rather eat jagged rocks than live with her mother, it took all of fifteen minutes and then Gia was officially her father’s problem. Gaby wounded and hurt retreated to the mansion to lick her wounds

Gia went back to school and finished her fifth year at the top of her class. That summer per the judge’s request Gia stayed at the mansion with Gaby and the twins. No one spoke to her, the staff was ordered to ignore her and Gia actually found herself liking this arrangement. She only stayed in the mansion to sleep, spending most of the time roaming the streets of Paris. It was during this time that Gia had wandered into a bad part of town and witnessed something which she would never forget. It was a little past dusk and she was walking idly down the street humming innocently to herself when she passed a dimly lit alleyway causing her to stop in her tracks. Her first thought was that a couple was having sex because of the moans she heard as she turned to peer into the darkness. Her eyes quickly adjusted and she deciphered the silhouettes of two people, one abnormally tall looming over the smaller figure which appeared to be lying limply in the others arms. Entranced, she strained her eyes to see better and when she did she had to choke back a gasp. It was two men and the taller man, whom she noticed was even paler than herself, held the smaller man tightly in his grasp as he buried his head in his neck. Homosexuals. Ashamed Gia looked away only to turn back when the small of the two moaned out again only this time she noticed something different about the sound. There was pain laced in it. Suddenly the tall figure straightened up and dropped the other as he turned to look down the mouth of the alleyway where Gia stood, his eyes cold and lifeless. But Gia’s gaze wasn’t focused on him, it was staring at the man on the ground in front of him who she realized wasn’t moaning any long. Nor was he moving. He was dead.

Frozen to the spot Gia’s blood ran cold as she stared dumbfounded at the body, a cool wind blowing to magnify the stench of spilled blood. She caught movement in the corner of her eye and turned to see no one. When she turned back down the alleyway the tall figure was gone. She was blocking the exit; there was no way he could have ran past her without her seeing him. And then there was still the dead man to think about. He is not your concern, go home my pretty violet-eyed one. She heard the words clearly as if they were spoken aloud but she knew no one was around. Without a second thought she turned tail and ran home never stopping until she was inside the gates of her mother’s mansion. Shaken-up and out of breath she remained locked up in her room until it was time for her to go back to her father.

Gia moved into a new estate with her father in London and continued her studies until she graduated at the top of her class. But going to a university had never been in her plans, so instead she spent her time simply roaming around London, and that was how she had her first supernatural encounter. She had met a tall, green-haired girl named Jerri and together they had set off to have a drink in a nearby park at night. Then a man had shown up, with pale skin and unusual green eyes, he had invited them back to his place. But before they could jump into his car, and ride to their doom, they had been distracted by a woman being attacked in the park. Except, the thing that was attacking the woman wasn’t human, but a werewolf.

Gia and Jerri barely escaped, due to the help of a few vampires including the man who had wanted to take them home. Later on she found herself in the company of a young man named Deritus who had rescued her from one of her father’s bodyguards. Deritus confessed that he was a vampire, but before he could go into detail, she was snatched from him by the bodyguard. Luckily, Deritus had left an address in her purse. A few days later she sought him out at a feeding ground. There, Deritus had to feed from her to prove that she was his blood doll in order for her to get into the club. Once inside h explained everything of his kind to her. She knew everything about sects, clans, and quite a bit more. Information that would’ve gotten any other Kine sentenced to death had they known. But Deritus agreed to be her protector and eventually she found herself having feelings for him that were too conflicting to imagine. Then he disappeared.

In his absence she found herself being stalked and followed by another Kindred by the name of Ezekiel Black. She didn’t, and still doesn’t, know why he had chosen her. All she knew was that she wasn’t safe. Everywhere she went she felt followed. He taunted her endlessly. Then she found out that Abby had been killed. Someone let slip that she had been completely drained of blood. She didn’t know who, but she knew it was a vampire. So, with a take in hand, she sat out to the cemetery, only to be lured into Zeke’s trap. He chased her and caught her, dragging her across the grounds until he pulled her into a crypt and locked her in a coffin. Her biggest fear is of closed spaces, so she nearly hyperventilated and passed out, until he let her out. Then he bit her and drained her nearly to the point of death. And left her.

Somehow, she managed to get out and crawl into the middle of the street. After that, her father sent her back to Paris for fear of her being killed. It was there with her mother and siblings that she began to have very realistic visions of Zeke Black and his life. She had believed that he was sending them to her using some sort of vampire telepathy. These visions overtook her so much that her mother believed she was possessed, so they tried to perform an exorcism on her. That night she ran away, after almost killing her mother. She went back to London and found her father and confessed the truth about vampires and what had happened. With his help, she brought a pad outside of London.

But curiosity got the better of her and she returned to seek out Zeke, wanting to know why he was constantly in her dreams, why he was sending her visions. On some level, she had grown attached to him and needed to resolve why. Once in London she did her best to track him down, asking for him by name. She ran into his childe, Andrea, and had a confrontation with her before she decided to give up looking for him. Then one night she found herself in the midst of another disaster by trying to help a man, who turned out to be a Tremere hunted by the Camarilla. Zeke showed up to save the day. She couldn’t remember much after that because hen she fainted and woke up in his lair.She knew what he was going to do and wasn’t afraid.

He sired her.

Shortly after the cammies came looking for him. She didn’t know how she got dragged into it, since she hated him and would have rather eaten broken glass, but somehow she found herself running with him and the coke whore Andrea. He wanted to leave and get on a boat for America, but she refused. Then everything went black...

Against her will, she was being taken to America. With Zeke Black.

All hell is officially about to break loose.