Name:(Lady) Caroline of Mortain  "The Serpent"

Species:Turned Vampire

Age: (17) 685.

Appearance: [hider=Off Duty!][img]http://40.media.tumblr.com/ace27ad41c4bf6383c48dfb8b5b49e59/tumblr_npudb4Y5w01r9c99bo1_500.jpg[/img][/hider]

Personality: Caroline cultivates a sophisticated, whimsical air about her. She is particulary fond of double meanings, coming flirtatious at times, and downright annoying at others. She is seen smiling almost everytime, beaming with a polite but false grin, and accepting every poison hurled at her with elegance. However, underneath the vain and superficial air she likes to give herself, lies a thinker, planner and hard worker. Caroline is never idle, she is always treating some ailment, procuring some blood, currying some information, and expanding her social circle. While she claims she abhors violence, she doesn't hold back her punches when she has to fight back, and always seeks to destroy her opponents throughoutly by striking hard, fast and tactically. Like a serpent, she'll swallow you whole.

Equipment: Caroline always keeps a locket with an Ouroboros engraving on it, made of gold. There's a potent anaesthesic gas capsule inside of it, for when she needs to make a fast escape of somewhere. She also keeps ten silver needles in two hidden ankle sheathes, to be able to use acupuncture whenever she wants and in a pinch, thrown projectiles.

Background: Caroline was born in the upper crust of human society back in the middle ages. She could've led a sheltered life as woman of some noble, but fate seemed to want to ruin the life plan she had been set. In a feud wracked by the bubonic plague and powerful nightcrawling vampires, Caroline could do very little as her little world crumbled into tatters. Forced into a leadership position due to the massive death and chaos that ensued in her family because of the aforementioned reasons, Caroline steeled her resolve and began a mad race to try and find a way to stop the plague. Importing heathen books, seeking medicines from pagan sources, currying the favour of her vampire overlords for a cure, anything was fair game for a despaired single noble lady who could only watch her subjects die. 

The inevitable happened, and she became infected. Fate was bound to even kill her, no matter the sacrifices and efforts she had put. However, her story didn't end, as some Vampire took pity on her, or maybe a passing fancy in her fresh beauty, and turned her into one of his kin. Despite abandoning humanity, and being forced to feed on human blood to survive, Caroline enjoyed the perks her new vampiric nature would bring, such as eternal life, unblemished beauty... and above all, immunity to plagues. She decided to continue her investigation about a cure for the plague, for if humans died, vampires would surely starve.

She didn't have enough time, though. Rumours piled up about her dark dealings and extreme measures, and soon she was accussed of witchcraft and dark arts, and a mob formed to kill her and her sire. They shouldn't have succeeded, but they did, thanks in no small measure to a Vampire Hunter. Said vampire hunter had been the one to spread the rumours and raise the mob at his command to kill the two vampires, and eventually managed to kill her sire. Outnumbered, heartbroken and betrayed by the same people who she had wanted to save so hard, Caroline fled her birthplace and roamed. Without a goal, on the run, always keeping her contact to the minimum.

But she wasn't the only one. As she roamed, she had noticed the vampires surely but steadily were losing ground and numbers to the ever increasing bold humans. She needed to get smarter. Stronger. And determined. She needed a cause. So she embarked in a long journey. In search of her own reason to exist. Travelling far and wide on the footsteps of Alexander the Great, and later on the footsteps of Marco Polo, she saw many cultures and many ways of life. Philosophies of introspection, philosophies of action. Zealots. Sages. Martial Artists. Tacticians. Merchants. And healers, like herself. And yet, wherever she went, plagues and illness afflicted humans, and shaped everything about them. For without humans, there would be no cattle, crops, or clothes. For without humans, there would be no vampires. The realization hit her like a flash of inspiration, and soon many other changes in her demeanour became apparent. She changed her crest to that of the Eternal Serpent, the Ouroboros, and learnt the martial arts of the east to hone both mind and body. She also became acquainted with the acupuncture method, the pressure points... she never ceased to assimilate knowledge.

When she returned to the west, upon hearing rumours of new arts and technology sprouted, she was no longer a fledging, but a full veteran vampire. Stronger and smarter. But she wasn't content with that. Her greed for medical arts was patent, and she had her fill in the west aswell, throughout the ages. She had to, after all, with the vampiric numbers seriously depleted. It was then when the Society was formed and she was approached. Having been worth among ruling circles, her induction and adaptation to a regulated society was almost flawless, and she enjoyed the perks more than many other more aloof vampires. It was then when she developed an adaptation of the medical arts to the vampire physiology (although, funnily enough, most of the time it isn't necessary, given the regeneration).

With the explosion of modern medicine, and the ability to extract someone's blood and put it in a bag, she set up a triple business in order to give leverage and stability to her and the Society's backers. A backalley clinic, to take care of those humans who couldn't get into proper hospitals for outrageous sums of money, a secret blood traficking business in which she buys blood from those desperate on cash, and a "cleanup" service, in which she makes "problems" disappear. 

Extra: She usually keeps an harem of human cooperators of both genders whom she uses as snack (non lethally), additional hands and for her own selfish debased amusement. They all have a tatoo of an Ouroboros somewhere in the body. The same sign is her particular crest for vampire etiquette and meetings. She also owns a clinic. She has a french accent she hasn't managed to get rid of. She's also a decent singer.