Danielle Jade "DJ" Bissette

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Concept

Nature: Thrill-Seeker

Demeanor: Competitor

Concept: Urban Athlete

Clan: Malkavian

Generation: 11th

Sire: Dr. West

Attributes

Physical

Str: 3

Dex: 4 - Fluid Motion

Sta: 3

Social

Cha: 3

Man: 2

App: 3

Mental

Per: 2

Int: 2

Wits: 2

Abilities

Talents

Alertness: 3

Athletics: 5 - Parkour

Awareness: 3

Brawl: 1

Empathy: 3

Expression: X

Intimidation: X

Leadership: X

Streetwise: X

Subterfuge: X

Skills

Animal Ken: X

Crafts: X

Drive: 1

Etiquette: 2

Firearms: X

Larceny: X

Melee: X

Performance: 3

Stealth: 3

Survival: X

Knowledges

Academics: 1

Computer: 1

Finance: X

Investigation: X

Law: X

Medicine: X

Occult: 3

Politics: X

Science: X

Technology: X

Advantages

Disciplines

Auspex: 1

Dementation: X

Obsfucate: 2

Backgrounds

Fame: 1

Generation: 2

Herd: 1

Mentor: 2

Resources: 1

Status: 1

Virtues

Conscience: 3

Self-Control: 4

Courage: 4

Other Traits

Humanity: 7

Willpower: 5

Merits

Catlike Balance: 1-pt

Daredevil: 3-pt

Oracular Ability: 3-pt

Flaws

Prestation Debt (Prince): 2-pt

Experience

4

Appearance

DJ is pretty, in an athletic sort of way. A little shy of five and a half feet tall with a lithe build, it would be easy to guess her for the gymnast DJ was in life. He her is kept short, chin-length-ish and functional, though even that's marred by being a vivid pink color. Dyed when she... well, died, that color it will stay for the rest of her eternity. (Unless she dyes it another color, which is unusual, as she'd just have to do it every night to keep the same one.) Typically DJ dresses in clothes suitable for her freerunning hobby - parkour shoes, baggy pants or shorts, and a t-shirt or some sort. DJ can dress up if she must, and generally looks fine doing it, but as a rule she avoids high Elysium unless a coterie-mate insists.

Background

Renowned Malkavian psychiatrist Dr. West's passion - some might say obsession, though probably not within earshot - is the study of the effects of stress on others. How it can break them, which is fine enough for his observations if not dreadfully boring after a while, but what really fascinates him is how it can remake people. Societal, emotional, physical, it doesn't matter from whence it comes, he examines them all to see if he can find what makes a person respond in the way they do, and if they have anything in common. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't, but Dr. West feels each case whether it's "successful" (a very broad term he's used to label people who's turned themselves into self-made millionaires to having committed suicide) gives him another piece of the puzzle he's building. A puzzle he doesn't even know the complete picture of, but putting together its pieces can be so very rewarding.

Take one of his latest patients, Danielle Jade Bissette. Both her parents were at one time Olympic hopefuls, and decided their children would do more than hope. The merest hint of athletic ability meant early morning practices and a life that revolved around their chosen sport (not that the kids chose it particularly). For Danielle, it was gymnastics and she genuinely had the talent to maybe compete for America's team. Danielle did her best to be dutiful and train without complaint, until her parents became convinced she was rebelling and had snapped. The sign? She had dyed her hair pink on a whim. There was a family fight over it, to put it mildly, and it was decided that in addition to being 'grounded' (not that she had much free time to begin with) Danielle needed regular counseling. Enter the 'good' Dr. West. The hammer of familial pressure had ground down Danielle into almost a drone, only competing and training because it was expected of her, and rarely thought of much of... anything really other than what her parents had wanted for her. Their initial sessions (at night, of course, that's how you knew West was exclusive, which appealed to the upper-middle class Bissettes) were slow, but fascinating to the doctor. After a minor act of inviduality had been so ill-received, Danielle had molded herself into only a reflection of what her mother and father wanted.

Malkavians so do enjoy shattering reflections.

As their sessions progressed, Dr. West finally hit upon a tipping point, the outside element to see Danielle's development grow in ways he couldn't predict. He offered her something she'd never been offered before - a choice to do something with her life. She chose to end it and begin a new existence as one of the line of Malkav. Thus far, it's been... well, it's interesting. Now she doesn't have to do it, Danielle - though she prefers DJ - finds she liked gymnastics. However, adding a twist, and adding a twist to anything she does makes her giddy now because she simply can, she's turned her talent from traditional sports to something more along the lines of parkour which has produced something interesting on its own.

Some Malkavians speak of the Cobweb, their shared lineage of lunacy, and the insights it can bring. Long have the clan had a reputation of seers and oracles, and this is something to DJ's surprise she herself can channel. She focuses it through what free-runners call the flow - mind and body moving as one, an effortless gliding across the citycape. There, her mind freed of obligations to the body, does she lock in to the madness network of the Cobweb and from time to time pull something of what the future has to hold from it. This has given her a small measure of status amongst the younger Kindred - her particular madness is not as... obvious as others of her Clan, and being approachable means she's something of a resource to those who wish to stare into the shattered mirror and see what it reflects. DJ has also found work as a personal courier, taking small packages and messages between older Kindred, particularly those who don't trust more modern communication devices. DJ plays up being 'off' as sometimes people expect it from the experience, the same way a fortunteller dons a Gypsy dress, and sometimes it comes naturally. Her particular affliction is not mental, at least not in a traditional manner, but rather of its own violition the stolen blood in her veins moves where it will without regard to her external circumstances. The young Malkavian can suddenly find herself with the strength to rip a door off its hinges, and also ravenous for the effort of using so much blood.

It's an odd little unlife she's crafting for herself, but it is indeed hers, and that's enough. Dr. West smiles and continues to take notes.