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Jadine "Jade" Fontenot

Background

A girl just can't catch a break. Jade's a hell of a drummer, and she knows she is. She thought that would be enough. She thought the jazz scene in New Orleans was meritocratic. Oh, for most of the climb that was essentially true. Everyone knew who the jerks were, and they were easily avoided. But at the top? Damn. Cutthroat didn't even begin to describe it. She fought as hard as she could, but she never got off her back feet, and soon she found herself teary-eyed, packing up for a cold city she knew nothing about, not even sure why nobody would return her calls anymore. Chicago was so different, but her skills spoke for themselves. Pretty soon, she was being led back to meet one of the doyennes of the scene. And that was when, after a long conversation over top-shelf wine, she found herself Embraced.

She was confused and lost again, but this time with a patron. She thought. Turns out she just wanted to sire a new vampire. The humans became complicated to be around. She had to beg out of the regular jazz gig she had in the late afternoon. But begging out of gigs is a great way to not get calls anymore, so once again, gradually this time, she found opportunities drying up. So she cast a wider net. The Jade who arrived here would never have even considered a rock band. But she wanted to play. She wanted to prove herself. She wanted to live, too, if you could call this life.

Then it dawned on her (as it were): she no longer had a timeline. She could outlive the people who'd written her off. She could always start over with new talent and new faces. She just couldn't do day and evening gigs anymore, and sadly, that was where most of the jazz scene was.

Description

Jade is tall, elegant and stunning. She has captivating brown eyes under expressive brows, a bold nose that anchors a bold face, and full lips that fade from the dark brown of her skin to a rich pink. She exudes an aloof cool, dressed in a neo-zoot suit with black pants, a white silk shirt, and a herringbone jacket, all perfectly tailored. She pins a bowler hat at a rakish angle on her short-cut, natural hair. Her feet are shod in black patent leather heels.

Demographics

Concept: Elite musician trying to make it in a new city

Chronicle: ???

Sire: ???

Ambition: Recognition as the cream of the crop

Desire: Get a steady gig

Predator: ???

Clan: Toreador

Generation: 12? 13?

Resources

Health: ???

Willpower: ???

Humanity: ???

Hunger: ???

Resonance: ???

Blood Potency: 1

XP: 0

Convictions & Touchstones

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Attributes

Strength: ???

Dexterity: ???

Stamina: ???

Charisma: ???

Manipulation: ???

Composure: ???

Intelligence: ???

Wits: ???

Resolve: ???

Skills

Athletics: ???

Brawl: ???

Craft (): ???

Drive: ???

Firearms: ???

Melee: ???

Larceny: ???

Stealth: ???

Survival: ???

Animal Ken: ???

Etiquette: ???

Insight: ???

Intimidation: ???

Leadership: ???

Performance (): ???

Persuasion (): ???

Streetwise: ????

Subterfuge: ???

Academics (): ???

Awareness: ???

Finance (): ???

Investigation: ???

Medicine: ???

Occult: ???

Politics: ???

Science: ???

Technology: ???

Bane

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Adversary

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Dark Secret

Sooper seekrit thing goes here

Enemy

TBD

Prey Exclusion

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Haven

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Herd

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Mawla

TBD

Financial Resources

TBD

Status (Anarch)

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Dominate

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Fortitude

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Presence

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 ==Background==
-A girl just can't catch a break. Jade's a hell of a drummer, and she knows she is. She thought that would be enough. She thought the jazz scene was meritocratic. Oh, for most of the climb that was essentially true. Everyone knew who the jerks were, and they were easily avoided. But at the top? '''Damn'''. Cutthroat didn't even begin to describe it. She fought as hard as she could, but she never got off her back feet, and soon she found herself teary-eyed, packing up for a cold city she knew nothing about, not even sure why nobody would return her calls anymore. Chicago was so different, but her skills spoke for themselves. Pretty soon, she was being led back to meet one of the doyennes of the scene. And that was when, after a long conversation over top-shelf wine, she found herself Embraced.
+A girl just can't catch a break. Jade's a hell of a drummer, and she knows she is. She thought that would be enough. She thought the jazz scene in New Orleans was meritocratic. Oh, for most of the climb that was essentially true. Everyone knew who the jerks were, and they were easily avoided. But at the top? '''Damn'''. Cutthroat didn't even begin to describe it. She fought as hard as she could, but she never got off her back feet, and soon she found herself teary-eyed, packing up for a cold city she knew nothing about, not even sure why nobody would return her calls anymore. Chicago was so different, but her skills spoke for themselves. Pretty soon, she was being led back to meet one of the doyennes of the scene. And that was when, after a long conversation over top-shelf wine, she found herself Embraced.
 She was confused and lost again, but this time with a patron. She thought. Turns out she just wanted to sire a new vampire. The humans became complicated to be around. She had to beg out of the regular jazz gig she had in the late afternoon. But begging out of gigs is a great way to not get calls anymore, so once again, gradually this time, she found opportunities drying up. So she cast a wider net. The Jade who arrived here would never have even considered a rock band. But she wanted to play. She wanted to prove herself. She wanted to live, too, if you could call this life.

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