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The Facts
Vegas Native
Poseur
Well Known Character Facts / Rumours (at game start)
TIES ARE WELCOME, PLEASE CONTACT GAKI TO MAKE THEM - Years as Kindred 1992 - Current
OOC: Anything beyond this is OOC info and must be checked with the player before assuming its in game knowledge or found out IC.
(More to come maybe...)
Lineage
- Samantha Graves Carthian Movement, Hollywood, Unknown
- Henry Little Unaligned, Las Vegas, Deceased
- Ephemeral Deville Circle of the Crone, Las Vegas, Active
- Henry Little Unaligned, Las Vegas, Deceased
Background
There's a Light That Never Goes Out...
1982
May Cuts You Up
They lowered him into the ground. Katherine 'Kat' Hevrin had just turned 12. They put him into the ground and told her it was an accident. That no one knew about the tumor in his head. The doctors said they didn't see it coming. One day he was a smiling face at one of the tables for Caesar's Palace, now he was just a body in a wooden casket. Her mother kept telling her that things would be alright. That her father's insurance would make things alright. All Kat saw was her mom having to work two jobs and cry over bills late at night when she didn't think Kat could see her. Kat couldn't remember crying...
October Burn
She wouldn't have her birthday on May anymore. October would be her new birthday. It was something her mother expected of a younger child. Not from her darling little girl. Kat insisted though...she didn't want to remember her dad's death on her birthday. Her mother finally gave in to the silly idea. Katherine smiled that night. Her mother meanwhile wondered if things were wrong with her daughter as she was getting mentions from teachers that she wasn't interacting with other kids much in her class anymore....and she hadn't seen Kat's normal friends in some time. She wouldn't tell her mom that she had quit hanging out with them...not after her father's death. They all had been there at first, but then days went by and no one really cared. No one asked how she was....if she was alright. No one cared that she missed him. Just like no one would care that she saw the bills with 'overdue' or 'final notice' her mom kept shoving into her purse.
1984
January Fear is Fear
She didn't like that her mom was dating again. She didn't like the sort of men that her mom went out to see. Her mom insisted that it wasn't her business. They fought a lot. Katherine quit talking to her...quit wanting to be around her. Her new friends were no longer friends again...especially when Mary had called Katherine's mom a whore because Katherine was getting attention. Kat remembered liking being admired but wanting to not have the attention right then...attention meant others insulting her, insulting her mother. It was time to make new friends again.
1985
September Waiting for the Night
They were called goths. They were the outside of the outside. But they weren't as concerned with her looks as her mentality. For once, Kat felt like she fit. She felt like she belonged. They understood the idea of wanting to have a birthday on October...they understood broken homes...they understood her. Sure, she was slightly pretty but she hated the resentment that came from other girls in school. She hated the rivalries and fake friendships...she hated the popularity contest. And yet, she wanted to be like that deep down. But here, she didn't need to complete...not like that. She felt something more deep than bright clothing, new haircuts, and talks about boys. And most of all, they understood that her father's death still bothered her....Melissa, Hobs, and Greg would become the second family she needed.
1986
April Fascination Street
They had been right. That hurt more than her mother's slap across her face. More than the hurt in her mother's eyes. The girls that had been Katherine's friends long ago had been right. Her mother was a whore. It wasn't a joke, it wasn't an insult. Her mother's second job that had kept their house afloat was doing -that- for money. She hadn't meant to find out. She wasn't supposed to be in Boulder City that night, but her friends had found out about a party so she had snuck out. The party just happened to be near the edge of the red light. It was hard not to recognize her mother. It was an odd night, like walking into a book. Or a bad movie. She had been the one home early that night, been the one waiting up for her mother to show...to confront her. The denials, the yelling. Kat remembered accusing her of betraying her father...her mother screaming that if he had gone to the doctor more often it might have never happened...the tears before calling her a filthy whore...then the slap. The raw tone in her mother's voice telling her to get out....right then, right there.
....she ended up staying at Melissa's place that night. The next night, then the week after. She didn't want to go home. She didn't think she would ever be welcomed or even want to be there.
October Dark Entries
16. 16 and free. That's what she told herself now. That she was free from a broken household, that it would have only dragged her down. She would have ended up just like her mother. She hadn't finished high school, instead getting help from Hobs to get her GED. Hobs had been a college dropout but he knew things. Melissa kept telling her that Hobs helped her because he liked her.
She had decided a lot of things the night of the 24th when they went to an underground party over in Reno. Everything in the past was the past and like ashes, it could be scattered to the wind. She would change her name, change her look, change who she was. She had been always quiet, always a wallflower. Even when she came to be gothic, she was on the outside. She wanted to be like Hobs, wiser than all the rest...knowing little things about not just education but life, philosophy, and everything in between. She wanted to be important...to be respected for something other than she was 'pretty and pale'.
So, she had a second birthday again....her first birthday of Ephemeral Deville. Katherine Hevrin was just a shadow of a gravestone now. No more whore mothers, no more dead fathers, no more of a crappy existence perpetually staring at life hoping for change. She would make that change herself.
Lullaby
1992
February Dazzle
She had thought she had been in love. For almost a year, she had thought she had found her muse of inspiration. Henry Little was not the sort of person she expected to be around due to the crowds she frequented. Hobs had been showing her around a curio shop that carried strange little trinkets for 'harmonizing' crystals to bongs. It was more meant for hippies who couldn't let the 60s and 70s go. It was there that she had met him...the philosopher who waxed on about the politics of the current government but also the ideas of free love and understanding of fellow men and women. She had been about to ignore him, but somehow this beatnik of a man had grabbed her attention...she couldn't turn away from his words that seemed to speak of the mysteries of the universe itself. She had fallen to his words of inspiration...wanting to increase her own cognition just to sit and talk with him for hours.
And that's how it started. Hours and hours of deep talks at cafes with her sipping at tea while he talked about the failures of the Republic while spouting on about the flaws in Marxism if only due to the inherent greed of humanity. He would spout the ideas of Voltaire before dribbling down little nuggets of wisdom from Lennon or idols of the rock band era. She would talk about the line between life and death, the futility in trying to build a career or path of how 'life should be'...only to be able to strive to enjoy the moment while air still curled in the lungs.
She didn't know when it had gone so far involve more than talk. Sex had become part of it...sex...and blood. She had never been into drinking blood though a few goths had done it to mostly mess with the sensibilities of people so easily frightened by it. Blood didn't scare her, she just didn't relish the taste of copper. Yet, Henry's blood was sweet...it had that copper tang to it but it held so much more to it...it made her hunger, as if she could feel entropy on her...feel the emptiness inside her each time she had a drink.
She had thought it been love.
It should have been love. It should have been something romantic, compelling, drawing her into something glorious. So why was it now that she was cold as marble, skin more pale than it had ever been? Why was it death instead of love? And why did she feel nothing for this man now but an emptiness as if he had stolen something from her? She could only remember the sedative he had given her...telling her to enjoy the ride. She remembered it had nearly midnight....now...it was almost four in the morning? How long had she been dead? What did he have to say for himself?
Henry had just smiled and said, "Welcome to the Flip-side" before his head rolled while he enjoyed the high he had gotten.
November, Voices Carry
Franco Martinez had threatened her. She was sure of that. She didn't know Spanish that well but she could sense anger roiling off the Invictus Daeva. She hadn't meant to blurt that out, but it was the first thing that popped into her head when she met him. Henry had insisted on her getting to know the Kindred of the city. She hadn't meant to see -that-. He had become furious. It was only her sire asking for forgiveness that had likely stopped the man from going from mere words. She was sure of it. She would be careful of Franco in the future.
1995
September, Voodoo Dolly'
Henry didn't have an answer. He didn't know why Ephe could see things she shouldn't...that she would have visions and little strands of memories that were not her own. It wasn't a property of the blood he possessed. So he had offered her to Veles Lazarak, offered a boon to find answers. In truth, Henry was trying to offload Ephemeral before he caused her to owe more boons than what he already did for her Embrace and the episode of her pissing off Franco Martinez. Ephemeral herself felt that Veles freaked her out a little. There was messing with things in the dark, there was just using a Ouija board. And then there was the shit that Veles did. Yet, she had no real choice. Henry claimed to have released her but he was really passing the buck to the Crone to deal with what the hippy regarded to be a freak accident of his line.
Cities in Dust
1996
February, She's In Parties'
Franco Martinez offered me a deal. He found out about the club and offered to be a silent partner. Ephe found herself taking the deal though she was a bit suspicious of his reasons...then he told her the reason. She was never to repeat that vision to anyone. Not ever. It was a small price to have the Velvet Shadow open. Money indeed made the world go round and she soon found the place ready to open, one of the early goth clubs in Vegas. Granted, it was in the Barrens and people had to come out of the way to go to it, but it catered to a select group. The only downside.....none of the other Kindred seemed to want to come there. In fact, she was starting to notice since he release....no one really wanted to interact with her or talk to her. Just like how they treated her sire, Henry.
April, Little Gothic
Ephemeral hated how others looked at her....talked down to her. She despised the treatment of other vampires who acted like she didn't understand. That she didn't get it. More, when Veles Lazarak tried to teach her about the spirits...about the Crone. She knew things, she had eyes and ears. She was more than pale looks and crimson lips. But no one understood that. No one wanted to listen to her or even give her a little bit of attention, a little bit of time for her to speak her mind. She wasn't just a shadow of her sire...a doll he had picked up to play with and dress up. She was more. Imagine to her surprise when she found someone who didn't mind listening to her talk about the club she had opened up or about how goth was more than a look. Like a vessel waiting to be filled, she was soon head over heels infatuated with Cha.
Just like quicksand, she was being sucked down and wrapped around the Daeva's fingers. She basked in her glow, her enjoyment of life that was refreshing to Ephe and seemed to light the darkness that had become her nightly life. Cha reminded her the little sins done in the dark were often the best ones of all.
October, Where Is My Mind?
She wouldn't tell me. She doesn't tell me a lot of things. But tonight, she should have. I may not be like other Shadows, but I detest secrets from someone who has shared my bed. Especially when she's drank from me. She bit me a couple of nights ago. I felt her fangs break skin, her tasting my blood. I should have stopped her....I wanted to but I felt my knees shivering...if I was still breathing I think my lungs would have lost what air I had. I know I tensed, I know I even moaned. It just...felt too good. But she said something....something in Spanish. Then drank some more. After it though...she started to get dressed and I sat up, asking her why she had done that. She just grinned...just gave a smile and said she was curious. And I could tell she lied...I could see it. Why did she drink from me? Worst of all....why didn't I stop her?
December, Never Say Never
Ephe didn't know what to do. Cha had been keeping her at arm's length as of late. She wouldn't come to the club anymore. Anytime she went to the places that Cha frequented, she would just catch her leaving or on the way out. It annoyed her. It ate at her. She had felt the ache of loneliness, the ache of being empty inside fade for a small time. Now, it was coming back, almost worse than ever. She had never drank from her and yet she felt addicted almost to the Daeva lover. She can't keep ignoring me forever.
1997
January Love Like Blood
It was over. Cha had said so. That it really -never was- to begin with. Ephe felt empty inside again, wanting to crawl into herself. Twice she had thought of embracing someone though knowing she couldn't...shouldn't. She had only been released a couple of years ago. She didn't have the Prince's permission. No ghouls lasted and she was finding more and more that the people who had seemed to adore and love her would just lose interest or start hanging around other crowds. Some were just burned out on the goth thing, others were getting 'real jobs'. Already, she could feel her limelight waning...
2002
My dream got broken....trampled down in white dust, broken mirrors, and the dying shadow as police lights spilled over it.
The Velvet Shadows had closed. The club had been waning in popularity but Ephemeral was sure it would have only been a matter of time before it revitalized. After all, everything was still suffering as far as tourism in Vegas went. People still didn't want to go out of their cities after the events of 9/11 in New York. Everyone was afraid. So no new money was coming in. No new crowds, no goths from outside the city. Franco Martinez had just shrugged when she told them about the police bust, saying there was nothing that could be done. It would take too much money right now to get the licenses back. He had done enough just making sure that the cops weren't investigating the owners of the club. Ephemeral felt depressed as the club had been the only good thing she had. She still felt like the puppy of the kindred...even Addison Whitfield was useful now to the Court. She felt...just like a shadow...
2003
Addison's Party, Spellbound
That bitch!!!! It was the only thing she could think of that night. The only thing in her mind after SOMEONE whispered in her ear at Addison Whitfield's party that someone had been responsible for the closure of the Velvet Shadow....that it had been a setup. They hadn't said that Cha did it but Ephemeral suspected her. Who else would do it? Cha had become distant, maybe she thought Ephe had told someone about her drinking from her...or maybe she was just like that...playing some Daeva game. All Ephemeral knew is that she would say something about it. But it came in the form of more than words...the one thing she had had was taken from her. So she had lashed out....slapping her across the face before yelling about what she had done. The anger burned like a small ember inside her....only to be quickly snuffed out by the cold reality that Cha was stronger than her. That she was the fucking Hound. A chokehold later, she was dragged out of the party. Then Veles Lazarak was there to deal with her...Cha too furious to deal with the situation without inflicting harm.
He was disappointed in me....just like Henry had been.... That was what she remembered thinking as he lectured her. She would be punished...she would apologize to Cha but also Addison Whitfield for causing an altercation. Most of all, she would apologize to the Prince as well as Cha was an officer of the Court. The club did not matter.