Editing Sophia Lebuque

Name: Sophia Lebuque
Concept: 60's protester gone cynical
Clan: Daeva
Covenant: Carthian
Virtue: Hope
Vice: Wrath

Attributes

Intelligence: ●● 
Wits: ●● 
Resolve: ●● 

Strength: ●●● 
Dexterity: ●●
Stamina: ●●

Presence: ●●● 
Manipulation: ●●● 
Composure: ●●●

Skills

Mental
Academics ● 
Occult ●● 
Politics ● 

Physical
Athletics ●
Brawl ●●● (Dirty-Fighting)
Drive ●● 
Firearms ●
Stealth ● 

Social
Empathy ●●● (Sensing Lies)
Expression ●●● (Oratory) 
Intimidation ● 
Persuasion ●●● 
Socialize ● 
Subterfuge ● 

Merits
Blood Potency(spent 3 starting merit points to boost to 2.)
Haven ●●● 
Resources ● 
Covenant Status - Carthian ● 

Disciplines
Auspex ●● 
Vigor ● 
Majesty ●●● 

Size: 5
Defense: 2
Speed: 10
Initiative Mod: 5

Health: 7
Willpower: 5
Vitae: 11

Blood Potency: ●●
Humanity: 7


------------ Vampire Template Summary ------------
+1 Manipulation (Daeva favored attribute no cost)

------------ XP Buy Summary ------------
Total XP: 35 pts

+ 1 Auspex -7 xp
+ 2 Auspex -14 xp
+1 Vigor -5 xp
Persuasion from 2 to 3 -6 xp 
Haven Merit from 2 to 3 -3 xp (Carthian cost reduction)

Remaining XP: 0

Portrait (With thanks to fans of Thessaly, and yanked for usage)
http://www.sonhar.net/portfolio/fanart/spleeferz/Thessaly%20Fanart%20by%20Spleeferz.jpg

Background:

May '05

It all would have been fine, if it hadn't been for Alice.

College was great! Up all night reading poetry, holding midnight rallies to protest the war in Vietnam, and making plans for the ultimate commune while keeping a windowbox full of "Medicine Herbs". Life was good once. Even spent a few months "Experimenting". I met Alice in a bar that way, and we spent a night discussing the revolution of the proletariat, and the existence of God in all earthly religions before falling into bed. It was good, but oddly hard to remember, and in the morning I was alone. She left a note, "I like your spirit..."

Dammit.

My spirit, sure. Flakey bitch. One whirling romantic week later, and then I was gulping her blood, and feeling myself die.

And then she didn't understand why I wasn't THANKFUL for being... gah, makes me mad just to remember.  She kept whining about how she'd gone against the rules of the Lancea to bring me over...  Big deal!  I wasn't even Catholic!

Two weeks later she cut me loose.

Took me a while to figure out what to do with myself, and I made a lot of mistakes and burned a lot of bridges. I was weak, and people will hurt you, just because you're weak.

Not anymore.

Y'know we can exercise? It takes years instead of months to build muscle tissue, but it's still doable. Maybe it's a Daeva thing, I don't know. Gorge on blood every now and then and cut loose, it can be done. I bulked up, and something in my undead body decided to help me out with it.

It took awhile, but I wasn't weak.

I also learned that I could talk up a storm... And I only got better at it, as I learned more about Kindred society.  The Carthians snapped me up like a hostess fruit pie, and I've found a good home with them. Guess all my training for the counterculture "Revolution" was good for something... I learned how to trade favors, and channel rage against the MAN.  Got a reputation as a bit of a prodigy. Wasn't much, but it helped. It REALLY helped when the shitstorm came down, and someone managed to land a whole buncha hunters in our lap. St. Louis (My original town) had five deaths in the first month, and the prince panicked. Paranoid bastard decided to thin down a few of his enemies, go to extremes to cover the breach. Oh, there was nothing official, but EVERYONE knew he and his crew were settin' up information leaks on the Carthians and the youngers for the hunters to take down, while the REAL monsters scurried for cover. Fuckin' Invictus. The establishment's the same, living or dead...

I knew it was only a matter of time, so I blew town. My boss got me a ticket to Chicago, and that's worked out pretty well.. Sure, it's got the usual crew of bastards charge, but there's no open war on the Carthians up here. Worth a shot...

June '05

Well, I'm moved through as of this journal entry. The local Chapter boss for the Carthians was happy to have me, especially when he learned that I'm pretty good at Auspex.  He's pulled a few strings and got me a job at O'hare, watching for trouble and mystic crap that comes into town.  And I have to tell you, some pretty weird crap comes through there...

I've got a small, one-story house in a grungy suburban neighborhood.  It's seen better days, but I've got enough locks on that sucker that no one gives me any trouble.  It's also got a windowless basement, which is pretty nice.  Unfortunately, it cost me most of my liquid assets, so I'm kind of broke.  Fortunately, I don't need much.  Not of anything that cash can buy, anyway.

The Prince is a GOD!  Black, smart as hell, and with the stature of a king.  If I was still living, I'd be nude in two seconds, and in his bed in three.  Damn, if only he weren't Invictus...  Still, he's pretty moderate for a stuffed-shirt.  The Carthians have it good in this town, but I wish more people would realize it.  Might have to point that out, when the time comes...

September '06

Figured out that I wouldn't get much of anything accomplished on my own.  And seeing all the weird stuff that comes through O'Hare has given me an idea.  From chatting with a couple of the more friendly mages that share the Airport watch with us, I've learned that there are occult items and tricks out there that anyone can use.  Trouble is, if you're not careful, you can set yourself up for some serious hurt that way.

So, I've hooked up with a couple of other occult-chasers among the local Kindred.  I checked them out beforehand, and they're a pretty trustworthy bunch.  Good reputation.  I fill the role of smiling and making people fall over themselves to do stuff for us, mostly.  Occasionally I've had to fill the role of "Person who punches through drywall."  No big deal, really.

Unlife is pretty good, so far.  Hopefully we can turn up something interesting, and/or useful...
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 The Prince is a GOD!  Black, smart as hell, and with the stature of a king.  If I was still living, I'd be nude in two seconds, and in his bed in three.  Damn, if only he weren't Invictus...  Still, he's pretty moderate for a stuffed-shirt.  The Carthians have it good in this town, but I wish more people would realize it.  Might have to point that out, when the time comes...
-September '05
+September '06
 Figured out that I wouldn't get much of anything accomplished on my own.  And seeing all the weird stuff that comes through O'Hare has given me an idea.  From chatting with a couple of the more friendly mages that share the Airport watch with us, I've learned that there are occult items and tricks out there that anyone can use.  Trouble is, if you're not careful, you can set yourself up for some serious hurt that way.
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 Unlife is pretty good, so far.  Hopefully we can turn up something interesting, and/or useful...
-March '06
-Had a weird experience last night.  They closed O'hare down due to a terrorist scare, and sent all of us Baristas home early.  Not sure what was going on there, but I was hungry and it was Friday night so I decided to go exploring, and see if I could grab a bite to eat from someplace new.  I stuck to Carthian territory, though.  That's one reason I like us Free spirits, we're a lot less touchy about feeding grounds.
-Ran into a fairly stupid fratboy in a bar called Bootlegger's, and that's when things went to hell.  Didn't want him groping me any longer than was necessary, so I took a hit from him in the alley.  Turns out he was higher than a kite on mixed drugs and alcohol.  By the time I sort out what's what, this amazonian woman is telling me to get out of her territory.  Evidently I've got the fangs out, 'cause she identifies me correctly.  I take a look at her aura, and it turns out she's something else entirely...
-I was a mess.  She took pity on me, and hauled me inside to dry off before anyone saw me.  We got to talking, and she seems alright.  Turns out she's a "Yuratha", "Child of Luna, blood of the Wolf", something like that.  I guessed werewolf, and tried to inquire, but she never said yes or no to it.
-Probably werewolf.  I saw people with similar auras back in St. Louis, and they were always walking around in groups, all had an edge of trouble to them...
-And then I noticed she was trying to grill me for information.  Like she was trying to figure out how easy it'd be to find and kill me.  Me!  Goddamit.  Monsters are all the same, whether they suck blood or grow fur.
-I lost my temper, which I shouldn't have done.  Been doing that a lot more, lately.  I told her off and stomped out, but not before giving her my cell phone number.  No matter how mad you are, you don't turn down a contact like that.
-The next time I see her, I won't be high on drugged blood.  Maybe then we can talk.  Or maybe she'll try to rip my head off.
-Her name's Autumn.  And y'know, I think I actually like her.
-But, I'll never forget, she's another monster too...
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