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Contents 1 Lineage 2 Births and Deaths 3 Arrivals and Departures 4 Atlanta Event Dates

Lineage

• Jacob Adams
  • Nicholas Brent III
    • Nicholas Brent IV
      • William Handover
        • Calliope Dimitriescu-White
          • Karina Inoue

Births and Deaths

You had a privileged life, born Osaka, Japan as the only child to an upper-class family; your mother was Caucasian, a beautiful and Amazonian business woman who met your father, a brilliant financial adviser and Japanese native. Your summers were spent in Osaka, but the rest of the year you were in Florida which you came to consider a home more dear to you. Your parents were independently wealthy and believed in giving you whatever you wanted while at the same time teaching you the value of it. You were musically gifted and from as early as your parents could remember, you were always singing; you took lessons every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon with Mrs. Wantanabe in Osaka and Ms. Kinsville in Miami. Your grades were excellent, your future was bright. You put aside singing for a more reasonable career in politics -- not to be a politician, but an adviser, maybe a journalist. Your parents always supported your singing, but you knew they breathed a sigh of relief when you started reading those books on political science.

You got into an excellent exchange student program that sent the high school students to a number of prestigious schools across the world for a varied education. With your scores and deep commitment to succeed with political science, you were going to go to a ton of different countries. You spent a year in Ireland, four months in Sweden, eight in England, and then you went to America. Your transatlantic flight touched down six hours into your eighteenth birthday.

By the time you were nineteen, you had learned things you wish you could unlearn. Vampires are real and you belong to one, now. You met her when one of your American professors introduced you: Calliope Dimitrescu-White. You didn't know why you needed to meet this woman, but you had gotten used to weird things. That's the world, after all.

Calliope turned your life upside down, though. She kidnapped you and held you against your will. Forced pints of disgusting fluid down your throat whose taste you grew to love. You grew to love her, too. She made sure of that. You knew what Stockholm Syndrome was but you didn't know how to stop it, not when she became the center of your world so goddamn fast.

At first it was little tasks. Fetch this, bring something to the other end of the estate, go bring a package to the gate and give it to the man you'll meet there. You obeyed. It was so much better when you obeyed. Calliope smiled and called you her clever little treasure and gave you beautiful dresses and jewels that she loved to see you in. As time wore on, you got more and more privileges and rewards for the more difficult tasks -- the butler took you to see a movie when you showed how much you knew about handling the house's finances, for instance, and she kissed you on the lips when you told her about the man who was following the limo at a run. It was so much better than when you tried to resist.

You didn't resist much anymore. You don't like to think about what happened when you fought her. You just try to remember that it made her very disappointed and very, very angry, and Calliope loved you so much that she had to do those things to you so you'd understand: you had to listen to her. She wanted what was best for you. She was smart and successful and immortal and she could give you the world.

All you had to do was obey.

Once you were as perfect a girl as Calliope thought you could be, she changed the lessons. It wasn't just obeying now, it was thinking. It was tough at first; the only things you had opinions on was that making Calliope happy was good, and making Calliope angry was very bad. It took a while, but you learned, because it was what Calliope wanted.

Over time, you figured out Calliope wanted you to succeed. To be your own person, to be obedient, yes, but that your glory would bring her glory, and as to her, so to all. When it clicked that you couldn't be a complete success while being a cowing little servant, you panicked, because it felt like one of the thoughts she taught you were bad to have. But, shaking, you told her what was making you cry, she smiled widely and hugged you, because no, no! It wasn't one of the old, bad thoughts. It was one of the new ones she was teaching you. It was good, and it made Calliope happy.

Once you got over that hardest hurdle, it was almost child's play for Calliope to finish remaking you into the perfect childe.

You made the decision to leave your sire's city only a couple of months after your successful Manumission; you were your own woman, now, but no matter how friendly you were with Calliope, you still felt like... less.

You're fine with servitude -- it's the Invictus, and you weren't raised to be naive. You had to work your way from the bottom if you wanted to make it to the top and chances are you wouldn't even make it to the halfway point. You understood that, you embraced it. You had ambitions and you were ready to work for them in the grit and grime of ultra-polite society. You had "a cunning mind that nobody expected to be behind your slanted eyes," as one of the gentlemen who took part in your Manumission reluctantly stated.

You understood your place, embraced it even, but there was something you couldn't swallow about the space in your soul Calliope carved out. The added weight of the rest of the city's judgment of you being nothing but a useless chink bitch made it all too much to bear. You'd break, you'd shatter, you'd explode. You needed to get out.

Your sire understood. She was a woman in a long line of the whitest of white, privileged men; she had thought you'd be accepted, thought your usefulness and aptitude would make them at least tolerate you. She was wrong and for that she was sorry, but you knew any sorrow she felt was just disappointment that her childe wasn't staying to be used by her like a proper childe should.

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Arrivals and Departures

You left Savannah for Atlanta between Christmas and New Year's Eve, 2001, with letters of introduction from your sire and your sire's sire, who happened to have enough of a title to warrant the favors you had to trade and the bridges you had to burn to do to get it from him.

Atlanta was different, and certainly a difficult to set down a new unlife, but you grew to like it. You had to, actually, since it was here or the road. You knew what the city would prefer, but you stuck it out. You knew if you bowed a little deeper to your fellow Invictus and made your little smiles a little wider for everyone else, one day you wouldn't be the new kid on the block. It was harsh; you had to avoid being related with anyone who arrived earlier than DayGlo, for fear of getting clumped in with them. The eyes of the better-settled kindred seemed to promise that they'd always know you as less, as a nomad.

You knew one day you could be rid of the mark of the nomad, which gave you the strength during those months you didn't know if you could make it.

Nobody really knows you very well in the city, and the Kindred of Quality don't care much to know you beyond being a low-ranking go-fer girl. But they know your name and that you've rooted your interests in the city deep enough that leaving in a status quo-incinerating blaze of glory seems like entirely too much planning for a motive-less neonate.

Or so you hope, because walking on eggshells and going nowhere is getting old. You're ready to take a few steps up, trade in your yolk and carrot on a stick for prettier models. You know the time to make any real political progress is decades away, but that's fine. You kind of like the security of servitude, even if you'd never say it out loud. There's something comforting, you tell yourself when you're alone, about not having to shoulder singular responsibility as you forge your own path.

It's time to start living.

Atlanta Event Dates

January, 2002: Arrival from Savannah, Georgia. She comes with letters of lineage and introduction, but the time being so close to the most recent nomadic "problems," her acceptance is icy.