Post by Trixie Warden on Jan 29, 2016 6:52:04 GMT
Name: Bellatrix Warden
Nickname(s): Trix, Trixie
Character Sheet
Species / Clan: Vampire, Ravnos
Status: Outsider
Age: 70-something (Embraced in 1942)
Age Appearance: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: Five feet
Weight: Eighty-five pounds
Religious beliefs: Drugs.
Sexual Orientation: Drugs. And Jude. Him too.
Appearance: Short and skinny, Trixie is anything but intimidating. Even as a mortal, her skin was pallid and drawn tight over her frame, making her look almost sickly. Having lost all color since her Embrace, it is not difficult to see Trixie for exactly what she is: a monster. Her eyes, once a gorgeous sapphire, have since dulled and sunken in. Still, she can somehow be described as beautiful. Maybe its the air she has, or maybe its the flawlessness behind the pale. Surely, it isn't her eyes: she always seems to stare off into the distance and is incredibly difficult to pinpoint. Very few people ever know what she is thinking. She wears comfortable clothes that she can hide things in and always carries a purse with her.
Personality: The entirety of her personality is based around two things: drugs and Jude. She notices far too much for most people to be comfortable but very little of it seems to convert to long-term memory. Trixie exists in a wild haze somewhere within herself, only made worse by her illusions and her addictions. She has gotten to a point where she can no longer differentiate reality from madness... a very dangerous place to be, indeed.
Interests: Drugs. Sex. Sex on drugs. Jude. Sex with Jude. Drugs with Jude. Oh, and Kyle. Him, too.
Skills: Perception and street-smarts. She can find you whatever it is you are looking for but she might not know what to do with it.
History:
Age
f i v e
things began to change. Her father, a war veteran, returned home with his first bottle of booze and introduced his family to a new sort of pain, from fists to belts to the pots and pans that littered their 1930’s household. Nobody blinked an eye at the little girl with the brown hair and the bruises hidden by long sleeves.
Age
n i n e
the abuse takes a new form as he bends her over the bed and rapes her. It was vicious, painful, and left her out of school for a week, but nobody asked any questions as she hurried back to everything she needed to do. She is found singing beneath a desk in school and is immediately brought into the choir, where she finds her real talent: singing.
Age
t w e l v e
and things only get worse. The older kids that hang around the school offer her something to take away the pain of going home every night. Her father thinks he will be drafted, but as it takes longer and longer for the United States to enter the war, he takes out his anger on his daughter, reminding her nightly of her uselessness. The pretty pills start to make things okay, for the first time.
Age
s i x t e e n
the pretty neighbor down the streets offers her a place to come and stay. Loaded up on the stronger and stronger illegal drugs, she agrees, only to be beaten, raped, and threatened. Going home, she is told she must keep everything quiet, for the sake of her family, and so she does. She begins to write her own song lyrics to try to keep herself sane.
Age
s e v e n t e e n
she decides to leave. She gets accepted to Juilliard University in New York City and runs away from home to sing, to the city where the streets welcome her into darkness. Her drug addiction only gets worse and worse, and she finds herself on PCP, MDMA, PMA, LSD, and marijuana more often than not.
Age
e i g h t e e n
she begins to struggle to keep in her new school, losing herself to her inability to differentiate reality from her haze. One night at the club she sings, her only real friends find her passed out in the bathroom, and they take advantage of her. She does not leave the club bathroom until the following night, and is expelled from school.
Age
n i n e t e e n
there is nothing to live for and she spirals into a depression. People begin to offer her prostitution jobs in exchange for the drugs she so desperately craves. She finds she can sell her body and still somehow keep everything okay, but things are finally slipping out from between her fingers. That little kid playing on the playground reminds her so much of herself, so helpless, and she just knows that she will grow up to hate herself if she doesn’t do something.
The streets became her home shortly after her disgusting deed, the police searching desperately for her. They never found her, but the brilliant blonde man in the spiffy looking coat that waggled drugs in front of her face did. He brought her to his home, where for weeks, he kept her high enough to forget all about life. She began to see things that nobody else seemed to, including the shifting shadows and brilliant orange eyes of the demon Addiction. This catches the special attention of her drug lord and his beautiful lady, and after a few nights, he begins to take her with him.
She is able to catch the eyes of desperate men, and what she doesn’t get out of them willingly, she takes while their backs are turned. She earns her keep amongst the dirty apartment and its inhabitants, and rather suddenly, she is brought into a new world of pain. Late one night, chained down to the mattress, her lord rapes her for the first time, and he takes from her the very essence of her life, drinking her dry. As she began to die, the shadow of Addiction took shape and wrapped its strange arms around her, holding her tight and whispering hissing promises of eternity in her ear. The next night, when she woke, she was bathed and introduced to her new life as a Kindred.
Lord and Lady, as she was forced to call them, taught her what she would need to know of the dangerous streets of New York. She met with other Kindred like herself, and became friends with only one: Quinn, the Brujah. The gangs were under her thumb and easily controlled, and she found she was safe with Quinn. They would drink and do drugs together, and when she was forced back into the arms of her Lord and Lady, she had somebody to cling to, something to look forward to. She learned the ways of illusions, and for every good deed, she received special attention. On the nights she would fumble, she would be left in a locked room for the withdrawals to take her, old men thrown at her when they paid the right amount. Her life as a prostitute and an addict spiraled, barely controlled.
The Lady left, late one night, and her Lord took out his rage and disgust on his childe. The rapes became more frequent and more deadly, and when the fateful night came, she was left in the middle of the street for the cops to find. Quinn helped her escape, but as soon as the sun set, she knew she had to leave town. With her Lord looking for her, there was no way she could stay, so she left behind her club, her friends, her school, and the man who had changed her entire life, deciding travel was better… and the further she went, the better the drugs got.
Eventually, she found herself in Nagasaki. She had no intentions of staying, but the night had plans all its own. She stumbled upon Jude and fell in love, despite herself. It was a crazed, drug-fueled love, but it was love nonetheless. She chose to base her life around the only two things that had any sort of importance anymore: drugs and Jude. They left Nagasaki when things got too heated and went to Rome, only to find that their problems followed them. Meeting the Craft twins did little to change who Trixie was, but it meant that she finally had somebody when Jude wasn't around. She finally had friends. Companions. Kira had plans and needed to follow her own way, but Kyle, ever the trickster, decided to remain with the Clanmates he had found. Together, the three found home. Well, Trixie did, anyways.
Nickname(s): Trix, Trixie
Character Sheet
Species / Clan: Vampire, Ravnos
Status: Outsider
Age: 70-something (Embraced in 1942)
Age Appearance: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: Five feet
Weight: Eighty-five pounds
Religious beliefs: Drugs.
Sexual Orientation: Drugs. And Jude. Him too.
Appearance: Short and skinny, Trixie is anything but intimidating. Even as a mortal, her skin was pallid and drawn tight over her frame, making her look almost sickly. Having lost all color since her Embrace, it is not difficult to see Trixie for exactly what she is: a monster. Her eyes, once a gorgeous sapphire, have since dulled and sunken in. Still, she can somehow be described as beautiful. Maybe its the air she has, or maybe its the flawlessness behind the pale. Surely, it isn't her eyes: she always seems to stare off into the distance and is incredibly difficult to pinpoint. Very few people ever know what she is thinking. She wears comfortable clothes that she can hide things in and always carries a purse with her.
Personality: The entirety of her personality is based around two things: drugs and Jude. She notices far too much for most people to be comfortable but very little of it seems to convert to long-term memory. Trixie exists in a wild haze somewhere within herself, only made worse by her illusions and her addictions. She has gotten to a point where she can no longer differentiate reality from madness... a very dangerous place to be, indeed.
Interests: Drugs. Sex. Sex on drugs. Jude. Sex with Jude. Drugs with Jude. Oh, and Kyle. Him, too.
Skills: Perception and street-smarts. She can find you whatever it is you are looking for but she might not know what to do with it.
History:
Age
f i v e
things began to change. Her father, a war veteran, returned home with his first bottle of booze and introduced his family to a new sort of pain, from fists to belts to the pots and pans that littered their 1930’s household. Nobody blinked an eye at the little girl with the brown hair and the bruises hidden by long sleeves.
Age
n i n e
the abuse takes a new form as he bends her over the bed and rapes her. It was vicious, painful, and left her out of school for a week, but nobody asked any questions as she hurried back to everything she needed to do. She is found singing beneath a desk in school and is immediately brought into the choir, where she finds her real talent: singing.
Age
t w e l v e
and things only get worse. The older kids that hang around the school offer her something to take away the pain of going home every night. Her father thinks he will be drafted, but as it takes longer and longer for the United States to enter the war, he takes out his anger on his daughter, reminding her nightly of her uselessness. The pretty pills start to make things okay, for the first time.
Age
s i x t e e n
the pretty neighbor down the streets offers her a place to come and stay. Loaded up on the stronger and stronger illegal drugs, she agrees, only to be beaten, raped, and threatened. Going home, she is told she must keep everything quiet, for the sake of her family, and so she does. She begins to write her own song lyrics to try to keep herself sane.
Age
s e v e n t e e n
she decides to leave. She gets accepted to Juilliard University in New York City and runs away from home to sing, to the city where the streets welcome her into darkness. Her drug addiction only gets worse and worse, and she finds herself on PCP, MDMA, PMA, LSD, and marijuana more often than not.
Age
e i g h t e e n
she begins to struggle to keep in her new school, losing herself to her inability to differentiate reality from her haze. One night at the club she sings, her only real friends find her passed out in the bathroom, and they take advantage of her. She does not leave the club bathroom until the following night, and is expelled from school.
Age
n i n e t e e n
there is nothing to live for and she spirals into a depression. People begin to offer her prostitution jobs in exchange for the drugs she so desperately craves. She finds she can sell her body and still somehow keep everything okay, but things are finally slipping out from between her fingers. That little kid playing on the playground reminds her so much of herself, so helpless, and she just knows that she will grow up to hate herself if she doesn’t do something.
The streets became her home shortly after her disgusting deed, the police searching desperately for her. They never found her, but the brilliant blonde man in the spiffy looking coat that waggled drugs in front of her face did. He brought her to his home, where for weeks, he kept her high enough to forget all about life. She began to see things that nobody else seemed to, including the shifting shadows and brilliant orange eyes of the demon Addiction. This catches the special attention of her drug lord and his beautiful lady, and after a few nights, he begins to take her with him.
She is able to catch the eyes of desperate men, and what she doesn’t get out of them willingly, she takes while their backs are turned. She earns her keep amongst the dirty apartment and its inhabitants, and rather suddenly, she is brought into a new world of pain. Late one night, chained down to the mattress, her lord rapes her for the first time, and he takes from her the very essence of her life, drinking her dry. As she began to die, the shadow of Addiction took shape and wrapped its strange arms around her, holding her tight and whispering hissing promises of eternity in her ear. The next night, when she woke, she was bathed and introduced to her new life as a Kindred.
Lord and Lady, as she was forced to call them, taught her what she would need to know of the dangerous streets of New York. She met with other Kindred like herself, and became friends with only one: Quinn, the Brujah. The gangs were under her thumb and easily controlled, and she found she was safe with Quinn. They would drink and do drugs together, and when she was forced back into the arms of her Lord and Lady, she had somebody to cling to, something to look forward to. She learned the ways of illusions, and for every good deed, she received special attention. On the nights she would fumble, she would be left in a locked room for the withdrawals to take her, old men thrown at her when they paid the right amount. Her life as a prostitute and an addict spiraled, barely controlled.
The Lady left, late one night, and her Lord took out his rage and disgust on his childe. The rapes became more frequent and more deadly, and when the fateful night came, she was left in the middle of the street for the cops to find. Quinn helped her escape, but as soon as the sun set, she knew she had to leave town. With her Lord looking for her, there was no way she could stay, so she left behind her club, her friends, her school, and the man who had changed her entire life, deciding travel was better… and the further she went, the better the drugs got.
Eventually, she found herself in Nagasaki. She had no intentions of staying, but the night had plans all its own. She stumbled upon Jude and fell in love, despite herself. It was a crazed, drug-fueled love, but it was love nonetheless. She chose to base her life around the only two things that had any sort of importance anymore: drugs and Jude. They left Nagasaki when things got too heated and went to Rome, only to find that their problems followed them. Meeting the Craft twins did little to change who Trixie was, but it meant that she finally had somebody when Jude wasn't around. She finally had friends. Companions. Kira had plans and needed to follow her own way, but Kyle, ever the trickster, decided to remain with the Clanmates he had found. Together, the three found home. Well, Trixie did, anyways.
