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TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
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You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
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Leslie; Gangrel, Sabbat
Topic Started: Tuesday, 12. September 2006, 22:51 (2,916 Views)
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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Green will be the changes since her return to London after Paris.

Changes since she's has been in London will be in orange.

Name: Leslie

Age: born 1987

Place of birth: Ghent

Age of embrace: 16

Clan: Gangrel

Sect: none Sabbat Anarch

Species: Vampire

Disciplines: Animalism, Fortitude, Protean


Haven: Hires a garagebox somewhere in London, where she stores all her personal stuff and clothes. There are lots of pillows in a corner where she sleeps on and even a comfortable couch. Lots of books, puzzles and random things which keep her busy on lonely nights.

Appearance: She has long brown hair that goes to the half of her back. Her eyes are brown and sometimes they go almost black when she is in a bad mood.

Faceclaim Crystal Reed


(She wears long pants with special pockets where she can hide her knifes (especially her pair of Sai). She wears a long black vest that once belonged to her uncle.)
Ever since Volodya changed her, she wears anything that makes her female curves come out. Everyone has to see how perfect she was made by the Tzimisce. It would be a crime to hide the art of her one and only master, the one she looked up to. Leslie doesn't use a weapon very often, for Volodya had learned her she is a weapon on her own. But she does know how to handle a gun and blades.

She is reserved in the beginning because she wants to know first who she’s dealing with. She is very curious and stubborn and sometimes she gets into trouble because of that. Some say that she is a bit suspicious and that she has to learn to trust someone. She can easily block someone who tries to get in her head. She knows what she want and does not like to be told what to do.

She has had three frenzies which left her with behaviour issues. They are just small changes, like sleeping all curled up in a ball either on the ground or in a bed, growling, purring, and howling at the moon... typical stuff.

But her recent frenzy, her third one, has left a permanent visible mark on her body. It starts in the back of her neck; in the middle a fine line of fur goes all the way down her back, across her spine. The fur is darker than her hair. From that main stripe several other furry lines emerge either to the right or the left. It looked like the black stripes tigers have on their back. If you would see her body from the front you wouldn’t notice it, only a few tips of fur had grown towards her ribs. In her neck it had a fluffy feeling but on her back its thick fur.


Leslie has recently had another frenzy causing the tiger stripes to cover her belly as well. It started under her breasts and had formed one entity with her back.

Edit November 2014: Another frenzy and another mark. She has required a bunny tail. Grey and white with the same pattern like her tiger stripes. The tail is a reminder of her lover, Emily. The woman disappeared and it drove Leslie crazy. So much so that she fenzied.


Leslie has asked Volodya to change her appearance a bit, here follows a piece of the post where Volodya works on her body. Leslie now has these looks.
Please note that the Sabbat sign has been removed by the Baroness from the Anarchs: Nora.

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A glimmer of enthusiasm and pride flicker in his eyes when he hear her request and immediatly he begin his work. The Tzimisces hands brush over her form one time, from shoulder to hip, just to feel her skin and the muscles beneath them. She does not breath and her heart does not beat and he is glad to work with a subject that will not disturb his art with such mortal movements. His fingers force themselves beneath her skin to pull on her bone, they travell all over her body but it takes time for the creature to whom the hands are attatched is a creature of perfection. Several hours pass and she stands still, unlike the other subjects she knows exactly what is expected of her and she make the work of the artist as easy as possible for as good a result as can be. Even when he stretch out her bones to make her slightly longer and slimmer she lets him do so and he is happy with her performance.

When the sun is but four hours away to pass over the horison his hands move over her torso. His fingers force her ribs to flatten and mold together beneath her flesh. Since he also know that she does not need space for inner organs he press down around her waist to take away a few inches and give her an unnatural hour glass shape compelling to mortals and more satisfying even for him to look upon since it is no longer human. He then pulls bone from her hips to enforce her back but still make it so that her body will be flexible, creating joints between the overlapping plates of bone. When he pulls his fingers over her skin again he can feel how the bone is formed even if it doesn't show, but only because he is the artist who made her so.

He move his hands over her breast again to make of them the exact same shape and size then his fingers move along her body to find whatever birthmarks, scars and other blemishes they can and he erase them. He removes the hair from her body, all but that which is on her head and her brow and the pyramid shaped area between her legs, the latter which he brushes only a littel to make the lines where it ends perfect. He touches the line where her hair meets her forehead and adjust it slightly to enhance the features she allready carries and to give her a look that is divine among humans, just as he gives her face a slightly more defined shape that express femininity. His gentle fingers touches the nails on her hands and feet to pull on the bone and make them perfect and smooth, feminine and stronger. He stop then to look over every inch of his canvas and decides that it is clean now and that further work will only be improvements for appearances sake for his guess is that bonespikes and other similar things will go against the look she is after.

With steady hands and with a passion in his eyes he then move his fingers to her chest again to bless her with the reversed thorned ankh of the Sabbat. He pulls on the allready smoothened skin to create ridges of flesh that shows the mark in outlines but then he press down on the skin to fill the contours with skin just as high. He opens his mouth as if to gasp at the beauty but no air emerges since he is a creature who does not breath other when to let words fall out over his lips. Then he raises himself from the kneeling position he find himself in and it is af he submerge from a transe like state, having been completly consumed by his work. If she ever moved or made a sound eh did not notice, but when he circle her now to stop to face her again he is happy with what he sees for it is perfection of the human features but brought a step further than mortality ever allows and closer towards divinity.



History: Leslie was born in Belgium. She was a normal girl in a normal family. Until her twelfth birthday. Her godfather (the brother of her father) had promised her to be on her party but he didn’t came and she was very angry. She locked herself up in her room and cried the whole night. Her father talk to her but she was so angry and stubborn. Her father tried to convince her that maybe her uncle was away for business or something like that. But nothing worked.
A few days later when Leslie and her parents were watching the television someone knocked on the door. It was already late so they first looked trough the window to see who their late visitor was. Leslie got scared when she saw the police. Her father let them in. They said that they wanted to speak with her parents alone. She had to go and wait in her room. After a while she was allowed to come down but she noticed something was wrong and she asked right away what was going on. Nobody looked at her and she started to scream. To calm her down her mother hugged her, but she still was curious about what was wrong. So she asked it again. They knew that they had to tell her once so they told the whole story. Her mother started talking: "You’re uncle has had an ehm… accident…" “What… what has happened??” Leslie interrupted her mother. She got really scared when she saw tears in her father’s eyes.
“Is he dead??” She asked.
One of the policeman started to talk: “ When your dad came to us because your uncle hadn’t been seen for days we went to check his house. We saw that the front door wasn’t locked so we went inside. We saw that there had been a fight in the house. There was a lot of damage and even blood on the wall. We searched the entire house but we haven’t found your uncle, only this note.” The man took a paper out of his pocket and gave it to Leslie, she saw that it was a copy of the original.

Dear family
I know that you will be worried about me, but something is happened that is changing me. I’m leaving town. I’m really sorry, I have no other options. If I don’t want to hurt you all I have to leave.
Leslie, I hope you had a wonderful birthday and I’m sorry I couldn’t come. Maybe one day I will explain it to you, but right now that is just impossible. Please don’t hate me, try to understand that I wouldn’t be doing this unless there was another way.
With love”


After she had read it, she started to cry and she couldn’t believe that he was really gone forever. She didn’t want to sit there and do nothing. She wanted to go and look for him, she wanted to know what was really going on.
Her parents had a lot of trouble with her, she ran away al the time to go and look for her uncle. They had to lock her up every night. Her grades at school were getting bad and she got into trouble a lot.
After three years something happened that she didn’t expected. She was walking in her garden late at night because she couldn’t sleep and suddenly she heard something. When she turned around she saw her uncle standing there. She didn’t knew what to say, she just looked at him with great unbelief in her eyes. Her godfather was the first one to say something.
“Hey Leslie, how are you?? You are changed in all those years”
“I’m fine, I guess. And how are you??”
She thought that he looked bad but she didn’t wanted to say anything. Also she had this strange feeling like he wasn’t the man he used to be, his eyes were different.
“I’m good, but I wanted to see you. I have missed you and your parents so much …”
“Why have you come now, after al those years?? Why didn’t you come earlier??”
She suddenly shouted “Have you any idea what we have done to find you, the pain we felt when we started to realise that you could be gone forever??” She started to cry and he looked at her with doubt in his eyes.
“I have already said I’m sorry in the letter. I know that it wasn’t a good explanation but it was the only one I could give you at that moment. What I’m doing now is very dangerous, nobody may know about it, not even your parents. If others know I have been here and told you everything they will be furious.”
“What others??”
“You’ll understand when I tell you everything that has happened to me the past three years.
It all started the day before your 12th birthday party. I had done some shopping and returned home. I unloaded the car and when I walked towards the front door I heard someone following me. I turned around and there was a man behind me, I asked him what he was doing here and he didn’t gave an answer. He ran away and I thought it was nothing so opened my front door and suddenly someone pushed me inside. I fell on the floor and I saw the same man. I asked him again what he wanted and he said to me he wanted blood. I started laughing and said that it was to early for Halloween but when I felt his teeth in my neck I knew that he wasn’t just laughing. I woke up one night and wrote the letter, then I went out of town. I felt that I was changing and I didn’t want to make you or your parents a victim of me. After more then a year I returned. I have watched you and your parents every night. I knew that you had a lot of trouble and when I was looking at you, I knew that I owned you an explanation and that is why I’m here now. Normally it is forbidden for a vampire to reveal his nature, that is what I meant with the others. The other vampires will be furious when they found out that I have told you.”
“What will happen if they found it out??”
“Then they will kill you I think, I don’t know for sure.”
“ I won’t tell anybody if you promise me to visit me more, I can leave the window open so you could come in at night, or …”
“No!! I can’t do that, it is to dangerous to do something like that. It is bad enough that I’m here at this moment telling you everything. And I don’t understand how you can stay so calm?? Aren’t you afraid of me or something??”
“No I’m not afraid and I believe your story. I know that you don’t make up such things to laugh or something. You just don’t disappear for a stupid reason and what you’ve just told me isn’t stupid but very serious so I know it has to be true. I can also see it in your eyes, in your moves and you haven’t hugged me yet so that means you are afraid of hugging me for some reason.”
“I’m afraid I’ll bite you.”
“I wouldn’t mind, anything is better than this. I want another life, I want to be with you.”
“You can’t leave your parents with the same pain that they already have from losing me. Stay human it is better.”
“But you don’t age and you will see a lot of history. Within hundred of years you will read books about history that you have seen with your own eyes. I think that is fascinating. Please make a vampire, please??”
“I can’t… I can’t do that, I would feel guilty about it.”
“Then find me someone, please find me someone??”
“I will think about it.”
Then he disappeared in the shadows.

She thought that she had been dreaming everything but that night, and the following nights, she left her window open. After a few nights he returned and she was so happy. He came the night of her 16th birthday. He came more and more although it was forbidden. She didn’t said a thing to her parents or anyone else. One night her uncle came back with a letter for her, she opened it and read it.

“You will not see me and u will not remember a thing afterwards.
Do not ask anything about me, I do not want to get into more trouble than I already am. I do not want to be found and that is why you are not allowed to know anything.
Greetings”


She looked at the letter and then at her uncle: “Is this what a think it is??”
“This man will make your wish come true if you still want it of course. You have to go and meet him tomorrow night in the woods at the end of the town. You have to follow the path until you see the second bench, there you have to sit down and wait.”
“Wait for what or who??”
“As the letter already said, I can’t tell you”

Although he didn’t wanted her to go to the woods he didn’t said I thing because he knew that it would make her happy. He didn’t understood why she wanted this so bad but he wanted to see her happy. Downstairs there was a knock on the door. They didn’t paid any attention to it until they heard her mother scream. They ran into the corridor and heard shots, then there was a silence. Some men started talking. They were looking for something, or someone. Her uncle grabbed her and pushed her on the roof. He ordered her to stay there and to wait on his signal to come in again. She heard noises of a struggle and waited for what seemed forever. Suddenly she saw smoke coming out of her window and then she saw a huge fire. She ran to another roof and when she got down she called the fire department. But it was already to late, she saw her house burn down with the people inside who she loved the most.
When the police arrived, they arrested her because they thought that she had put the house on fire. Leslie didn’t said a thing and so they brought her to an institution where psychologists talked with her to find out the truth. That next night she escaped because she had to go to the forest, when she arrived there she sat down on the second bench. What happened then she can’t remember, it is just one big black whole.

The first thing she remembers is waking up in a basement where she found a letter that said that she was in an empty building near a group of vampires. She went out and saw that she was in an alley. She started looking for other ones and soon she had found them. Because she was new they didn’t trusted her and they asked who she was. She told everything, well not everything but the important things. They told her that those men she talked about were vampire hunters. They told her everything they knew about those hunters. Now she knew who those man were she could get her revenge.

In the next three years she started to hunt down those vampire hunters who had killed her parents and her uncle. When she founded them she killed them one by one. But when she killed the last one someone of the organization saw her. So they wanted their revenge on her and she became top priority to kill.
One night when she was hiding for the hunters someone came to her and said to her that she had to go to the docks. She looked at him and saw he was a vampire.
“I can’t, I’m having trouble with some hunters”
“Just go to the docks, I’ll make sure they don’t come after you”
“But why do you want to help me??”
“Because that are my orders. So go now before it’s to late”

She turned around and ran to the docks. When she arrived she saw a man that seemed to wait for something or someone. She walked towards him real slow and suddenly he said:
“Leslie you don’t have to be so scared, I’m here to help you.”
“Why?? And who are??”
“It isn’t important who I am or why I want to help. My orders are to give you this letter and put you on a boat.”
“A boat?? Why do I have to go on a boat??”
“You are going to make a little trip for your own security.”
“Who has given you these orders??”
“The same person who has given you this life”
The man gave her the letter en showed her the way to the boat. He brought her on board and said that she would understand everything after reading the letter. Then he walked away and left her all by herself. She opened the letter and recognized the handwriting:

“Leslie
I have heard you are in trouble. You have to take some rest and learn to become a real vampire. You have been a vampire for three years now and sometimes you are more human than a vampire. If u want to beat those who are hunting you, you have to become a good vampire and I know where you can do that.
This boat is leaving for England. When you arrive you have to go to London. (Btw: I am a Gangrel. That will make sense when you are in England).
It is away from Belgium and all your problems. There are some good vampires in England. Find them, trust them, learn from them and learn how to become the one you really are. You can not just use the advantages of a vampire to have revenge. You have to be a vampire for 100% or you will not survive it any longer.
Greetings”


She realized that it was true and that she had to change. So she tried to sleep a bit trough the journey. When she arrived in England she took the underground and went to London. Looking for some wisdom, strength, or maybe something else.
Now she is standing here alone in the streets of London and she hopes that she will survive this new adventure.

Leslie has been a while in London now. First one she had met was Deritus but he's gone now and she doesn't know what has happened to him. She thinks it's sorry though because he seemed a really nice vampire, maybe one she could learn some things from but he disappeared. So she lived in London by herself and without really having a place to stay. Because she was foreign, she didn't knew much, to be honest very very little was her knowledge on the vampiric life in London and about the clans, sects, wars, ...

During one of her nightly walks in the neighbourhood of Greenwich Park she met some other vampires. They all went for a drink, how strange it may be; a bunch of vampires who don't know each other going for drink but yeah it happened. While being in a local cafe another vampire entered, a Tzimisce called Volodya (who Leslie would meet later on). One of her recently met vampires got into a fight with him and they all left. Some to save the girl others to run, Leslie didn't knew it exactly. After it Leslie was still in the cafe and a Cammarilla entered who clearly wanted to cover everything up so his precious masquerade wouldn't be violated. He wanted Leslie to talk about it but she didn't really liked the man so she wasn't really willing to say anything, but she was forced too. It was either telling him what she had seen or being toasted. So while she was kicked on the ground with gasoline over her and the Cammi close to her with his zippo in his hand she told everything. Leslie realised how close to real death she was and realised she had to change and learn about everything her vampiric life had to offer her. And soon opportunity would be in her reach to grab.

One night she witnessed a car accident. The passager (Luke a Sabbat) ran away from the accident and left the driver for death. When Leslie went closer towards the crash she saw the driver was a kindred and so she realised that it wasn't smart to keep hanging around. She ran away from it and accidentely ran into a Sabbat haven. Leslie didn't knew she was on Sabbat ground and didn't knew she wasn't welcome. Things were explained to her on the hard way (by Volodya) and the soft way (by Kerri) and she decided that it would be best for her to become Sabbat. But before she could truly become one she had to let go of what she feared in the beginning: her true self, her beast. With help of Volodya, who had almost made her frenzy by fleshcrafting her to a chair so she couldn't escape, she learned to let go of her beast.

While letting go of her beast she had damaged Volodya, but he didn't really bothered for it. It seemed he was sort of pleased she could handle things better than he suspected. He took her out hunting but that didn't really worked as Leslie hoped for. It was the first time she killed a man and after hearing the screaming of Volodya's victim the guards of the local pub came to check on her. Volodya had ordered her to kill them without her weapons. The first one was easily to be killed but the other one wasn't. He turned out to be a ghoul and Leslie had trouble fighting him off. He hade made a fire for her but she pushed him into it. The man was smart and pulled her into the fire with him. Then she disobeyed Volodya and used her pair of Sai to finish the man before she turned into a torch. Volodya didn't said anything about it and they returned to the haven.

After a good day of sleep Leslie woke up early and pushed her own limits by jumping off the roof over and over again and hitting bricks over and over again. Volodya watched her without her noticing it. He told her then that if she was up for it she could do a final test and that test was going to the Millbank Tower and talking with the new Prince of London. Volodya wanted information about this new Prince and Leslie needed to bring him that information. He changed her appearance to a more Arabic look and so she went to the Tower disguised as a new Arabic young vampire looking for help, under the name Talibah Suraa.

The evening went pretty well and Leslie had discovered some good information. She returned to the Sabbat as soon as possible to tell everything she had heard and seen. After some other assignments she finally was allowed to become a sister of the Sword and she was very proud on being one. Volodya was always ready to teach her the things that she had never learned, she saw him as her Sire. She owed a lot to him; he had made her to what she was now. Deep inside she had a great love for Volodya even though he didn’t know that or that was what she hoped. After a while she even trusted him so far that she let him alter her body in something stronger. Her mind was strong but she needed a good body to protect her mind. Without good protection you can’t do what the mind wants to do.

There were a lot of people who had a deep impact upon her and she would keep them all in mind but it was time for her to move on to other places. There had been some battles between the Sabbat and the pitiful Camarilla and things had changed in London. She needed a challenge again and decided to go to France. It was close to her old home in Belgium and thought she would feel a bit more at peace or maybe even more at home. Nevertheless the Sabbat was her home and her family but still there was a tiny little spark of human feelings within her that called for home…

And so she was now in France.

To be continued...

Paris… the city of love, lights and tourists. The most important aspect of Paris: tourists. Their ignorance really is a bliss. The penthouse of this guy was amazing, the idiot was going to marry tomorrow, well Leslie already knew he wasn’t going to make it to that wonderful moment of their lives. She laughed out loud thinking about it but it was his own fault, he shouldn’t have been following her the entire time while she was dancing in the club. She needed a place to crash for the night and he was perfect.
Her eyes wandered over the city and its lights, the sun was going to rise in a little hour so she started to close the blinds so the entire room was filled with darkness. With a sigh she walked over to the body on the floor. Her hands grabbed his wrist and felt for a pulse... and there it was, faint but it was there. She couldn’t afford another dead one, there had been trouble enough with local Cammies and police. Not that she cared about anything the Camarilla does but being on your own here wasn’t easy and it was getting dangerous in Paris for her. Leslie always had a problem with rules and authority.

Maybe it was time to leave again before it got out of control. Last time she almost lost it but she managed to stay calm and get away without running into much trouble but it wouldn’t last long before she ran into the arms of Cammie without being aware of it. She needed someone like Volodya back in her life... maybe that was the answer: going back to London!

Or not? She felt like a little girl again, innocent and not knowing what to do to get back on the right track.

Leslie nodded to herself, she was going back to London.

In the following nights she arranged transport and within the week she was back in London, looking for some people she knew...


Her time in London was hectic and weird. The Sabbat had changed... Leslie had changed. Trouble followed her but also love. Her lover, Rob, disappeared and because she was a Sister of the Sword and he an Anarch fighter she suddenly had a bulls eye painted on her back. Leslie met a Malkiavian Damon who strangely enough became a great friend. Even though he was Camarilla he didn't care she was from the Sword. They grew a special friendship that was ended by the Archbisshop Makie. The Lasombra had promised no harm to her friend and boyfriend but she did not kerp that promise for she killed Damon. Leslie saw it happen and realised that nothing was what it seemed.

Not long after that she get captured by the Anarchs for being on their grounds when Nora had forbidden her to come there ever again. The following nights she got beaten up, questioned and tortured. Nora wanted to know where Rob was but Leslie had no idea what had happened to him. Nora her hatred towards the Sabbat was so big she ripped away the reversed ankh that was fleshcrafted in her chest. To Leslie her surprise it did not hurt as bad as she thought it would... mentally that is. There she experienced her fourth frenzy and more fur got drawn on her body. During her frenzy she tried to chew off her own arm. It took a knock-out to calm her down again.

Sullivan visited her in the cellar under the Night Tripper when Nora was gone and the Russian Bear, her torturer, was gone as well. He told her how he had been stuck in the Sabbat but found his right way in the Anarchs. Now he offered her the same and while Leslie was skeptical at first and thought she was being tricked she did grab the opportunity. Both Sullivan and Nora had her biggest respect. She was so infatuated by the both of them and so pleased they had given her the chance to find the right path in life... a path by their side, that she was determined to prove she had earned that chance. She would not disappoint them... now her Anarch nights in London started...
Edited by Leslie, Saturday, 4. October 2014, 15:40.
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masquerading as the boss ;)
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You still have problems with you spacing and grammar. It has improved step by step though.

I would like you to take the time to go through this and see if you can't lay it out in an easier way to read for the future.

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Due to inactivity this character has been retired. The account has not been logged into since 4th April 2008

If you would like this character re-activated please post in this topic or send a PM to any of the mods.
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Mael
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This character has now been:

Reactivated!
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Leslie
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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Animalism

-Feral Speech
-Beckoning
-Quell the Beast / Song of Serenity

Fortitude

-Three dots

Protean

-Eyes of the Beast
-Feral Claws
-Earth Meld
-Shape of the Beast
Edited by Leslie, Monday, 17. August 2015, 11:31.
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