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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tory Adore" data-source="post: 876289" data-attributes="member: 11152">Name: N’care Apophis (pronounced Na Care)Race: Egyptian / American    Age: Almost 22  Height: 5’6”  Weight: 123 lbs Hair: Black with natural reddish highlights  Skin: Light olive-complexion  Eyes: BrownGeneration: 9th Serpents of the LightNature: PenitantDemeanour: Bon VivantConcept: Student / Nightlifer (internal conflict with sin and repentance)Sire: Brigette de l'ArtibonitePhysicalStrength: 2Dexterity: 2Stamina: 2SocialCharisma: 4Manipulation: 3Appearance: 3MentalPerception: 3Intelligence: 3Wits: 2TalentsAlertness: 2Athletics: 1Empathy: 2Expression: 1Subterfuge: 3SkillsCrafts: 1 (sketching)Etiquette: 1Stealth: 1Survival: 1Fire Dance: 2 KnowledgesAcademics: 2Finance: 1Investigation: 2Linguistics: 3 (French, Heiroglyphics, Latin, Spanish)Medicine: 1Occult: 3Politics: 1BackgroundsGeneration: 4 (9th)Resources: 1 (small savings / small studio flat – uses pulic transportation, walks, or hitchhikes)Disciplines(just ideas so far – still working on it)Presence: 1Serpentis: 2Thaumaturgy: 1 (The Vine of Dionysus - Methyskein)VirtuesConscience: 2Self Control: 1Courage: 5Humanity: 4 Willpower: 5Blood Pool: 14Clan WeaknessHighly allergic to the sun – twice as much damaged inflicted from sunlight8 Freebies: bought 2 in skills (Craft), 5 Backgrounds, 1 in HumanityLong Character BackstoryN’care Apophis was born in Egypt. Her mother, Monique Allen, was a young, American anthropology student on her first dig completing an apprenticeship. As the result of her mother’s indiscretion and promiscuity while in Egypt, N’care was conceived. Her birth, by Cesarean section ordered by Dr. Mahan, came during the total solar eclipse that took place on June 8, 1956. Being unsure of who the father was, Monique chose the last name of her child based on Egyptian legend which seemed to fit her feelings at the time of the birth of her daughter – N’care’s birth signalled an early end to Monique’s career. When people asked her mother where N’care’s father was, Monique would tell them that he had died just before N’care was born.Monique struggled to find jobs in Egypt to support them as she could. When N’care was about 12, her mother received a letter asking her to come to Haiti to do some research with a former colleague that she had kept in touch with over the years. The money was too much to pass up on its own, not to mention Monique would get another chance at her career. With that, she packed up  and moved N’care and herself to a better, more comfortable life in Haiti. During their travel, N’care asked how her father died, and why her mother had gone to Egypt. Monique wished she could lie to her daughter, but of the bad traits she had, lying to her daughter just wasn’t one of them. N’care learned everything, and her mother told her about the legends of Egypt’s ancient gods, where her last name had come from, and how to read and sketch hieroglyphics. She didn’t quite know what to think of her mother. Maybe because she was too young to fully understand everything, but it took care of her questions about her father.The years went on, and in addition to learning English, French, and Creole in her Haitian school, N’care came to possess a profound love of art, specifically religious art. Religions fascinated her too, perhaps because she had none of her own. N’care, with her curious nature, learned about religion and Voudoun through books and her friends, most of which practiced Voudoun or were devout Catholics – though some she could have sworn practiced both at the same time. To her mother’s dismay, N’care at 15, became socially much like she had been, with alcohol and mild drug use starting to “help” her daughter feel like she “fit” in. Monique could see N’care was having trouble feeling like she fit in even though N’care had a special something about her that made her well liked by those around her. Her mother had a difficult time controlling her daughter. N’care was not really meaning to be disrespectful; she just didn’t listen very well when she really wanted to go somewhere or do something. She often found clever means to get her way, like sneaking out and telling little white lies about where she was going and whom she would be with. N’care spent a lot of her free time in the clubs like her mother had when she was younger. She felt normal there, like she belonged. Everywhere else she just felt out of place no matter how much she was liked. N’care was almost 17 when she became pregnant from her own indiscretions. However, her child was not meant to be, as a miscarriage changed her path. After the miscarriage, Monique, attempting to save her daughter from the same fate she had experienced, contacted a friend who got N’care involved in the Catholic Church. Her mother, though not agreeing with the Faith herself, agreed to let her daughter be baptized; anything to help curb N’care’s desires and indiscretions. N’care thought she had conquered her sins with her attention to the Faith, but soon the club and party scene (alcohol and drugs) started to draw her attention again. Secretly she would sneak out a night or two a week for clubbing and then hit confession on Sunday. She just couldn’t help herself regardless of how much she tried and prayed to have her sins released from her desires. She felt cursed with the look of the “good girl” and the tendencies of the “bad girl”. N’care often wondered if she would ever feel like she truly fit in anywhere.The next couple of years passed, and N’care discovered Spain in one of her classes. Graduation was near, and it was time to give thought to what she wanted to do. It was not a tough decision for her. N’care wanted to leave Haiti for Spain and study art with a minor in religion, and learn Spanish and Latin. She had heard there was a fair share of good nightlife there too, but she kept that to herself when talking to anyone about her plans. A Catholic scholarship and small savings her mother had paved the way to make the trip possible. The next 4 years were pretty uneventful for her, or so she thought. She went to school part-time and got a part-time job working in a museum / art gallery in the Gothic Quarter at night to make some money. N’care’s manager really liked her, and occasionally would comp her tickets to local exhibits and concerts. N’care told her mother the job was to help pay for books that the scholarship didn’t pay for, but in reality it was to fund her club scene and addictions that had gotten a hold of her yet again. In N’care’s mind, confession was still there on Sunday, though she knew that wasn’t how it was supposed to work. It did make her feel better though. Brigette de l'Artibonite, leader of a cult belonging to the Serpents of the Light, had been stalking N’care for several nights. She heard N’care pray nightly, asking to truly feel like she had a purpose, searching to “fit” somewhere. The lady Cobra was very skilled at Obfuscation, and was able to hide herself well until the fateful night she decided to reveal herself. N’care changed at the end of her shift into her club clothes consisting of a white short skirt with white patten-leather go go boots and a black tube top, braided her hair into two long braids behind each ear. It was about 10:30pm when she left work and headed off to her favorite club for a drink and whatever else happened her way as she had been doing nightly since she had gotten her job. It was nice to have a little money in her pocket to burn as she pleased. She slammed a couple of drinks, and then hit the dance floor to work on her new hustle steps that she had learned from some guy last week. She was dancing with a man when a beautiful woman, announcing herself as Brigette, approached and asked to step in. N’care, caught off guard by the comment, stopped dancing for what seemed the briefest of seconds, but then found herself quite taken with the woman. As the song came to an end and a new one started, Brigette finished introducing herself, showed N’care the corner of a little bag and motioned for her to follow her out back. N’care felt her Catholic lessons pull at her a bit, but “there was always Sunday” she thought. Brigette was very persuasive and in her presence N’care felt a strange sense of belonging; like they were supposed to be together somehow. It was the first time N’care felt like she had a true connection with someone, but how was that possible when this was their first meeting? The thoughts rushed through N’care’s mind like the rapids of a rushing river, then they were gone just as quickly. N’care wasn’t going to miss this feeling she had wanted and prayed for so long, and she was unable to refuse Brigette anyway.N’care’s eyes were locked on the woman so much so she didn’t notice the group of men coming up the alley toward them. Brigette turned slightly which placed N’care’s back to the approaching group, and she started to take out what N’care had thought was the little white baggy she had seen while on the dance floor. N’care looked up into the beautiful woman’s eyes just in time to see Brigette look past her and nod her head to one side, eyebrows raised. Suddenly N’care felt her two, long braids grabbed harshly. Her eyes terribly wide open in fear, N’care yelled for Brigette to run as the pulling of her braids took her backwards off balance into the arms of a man who gagged her mouth as another scooped her arms up over her head and tied them together at her wrists. At the same time, a different man that looked like he had the skin of a snake, lifted her feet from the pavement and tied them at the ankles as well as her knees, while still another lifted her rear end leaving her suspended in mid air. N’care started to mumble through her gag the Rosary and every prayer she had ever learned from every faith she had ever read about as the men lifted her into the darkness of the back of a van in the alley. They clamped the ropes on her wrists and ankles to metal bars in the middle of the floor. As the whirl of commotion settled in almost pitch darkness in the van, N’care tried to look around to see if she could see Brigette. All she saw was darkness, and the outline of human forms at her feet when a city light happened to sneak through a window and bounce around the interior of the van. N’care then heard a newly familiar voice cut through her prayers coming from just above her head and to the right. “I’ve come to grant your ‘prayers’ tonight N’care. I alone deem you worthy, but you alone will still have to prove your worth.”The voice was Brigette’s, and her words ushered in a life of darkness blacker than the murkiest corner of the van.</blockquote>

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