Name: Hélène Renee Petit

Gender: Female 

Age: 251

Appearance: 
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Personality: On the surface, Helene appears to be a virtuous beauty. Quiet and calm with a polite smile.  But if you were to look her in the eye too long, you’ll see the madness she harbors. Helene is unpredictable, pure and simple. She is love, she is hate, bubbly innocence, and bloody sadism. She has her good days were she is completely lucid, and other days were she is a raving madwoman. The only one that may truly understand her is the one who sired her. 

Likes: Helene is a vampire, but she is not a savage. She enjoys art and has a love for classical music and jazz. She also enjoys the finer things in life, such as large houses with eloquent designs and expensive things.  

Dislikes: Rude people or people without any manors. She also dislikes  uncultured and weak adults. She will have no sympathy for anyone who uses their situation as an excuse to gain attention.   

History: 
    Helene was born in 1764, the second child to her parents with three half siblings birthed by her father’s first and late wife. Helene does not remember much of her father, due to the fact that she rarely saw him. He was a decorated hero, and therefore was in good standing with the French Monarchy in Pairs. Because of this, “business” had him traveling or attending to the needs of the monarch in Paris.  Helene grew up away from the distractions of the city; she instead lived on her family’s country estate with her mother and older sister.  Helene did not care much for her father, she did love him but his absence in her younger years left her quietly resenting him. What ultimately made her dislike her father was whenever he came to visit the country home; it was always to bring about unwanted change. While her father was a cold distant figure in her childhood, her mother was warm and ever present. Helene’s mother was like a god to the child, a woman who embraced motherhood with grace and embodied the woman Helene wished to be. The woman guided the child and her sister, exposing them to the beauty of nature and seeing they were educated and would grow to be the perfect lady. Then her father appeared and Helene’s time in her country paradise was over.  First he came with a nobleman to court Helene’s sister, then they were wedded and her sister was off to her new life. When Helene was 15, her father appeared with a suitor to court her. Adrien was his name, and he was some type of lawyer, but he was also much older and very boring. But her father smiled, the first time she recalled him ever smiling, and said “He is very wealthy, so do as you are told and be happy.”

	 Helene hated Pairs, the crowded streets and the noise. The aftermath of the war with England was only present on the hungry and sick peasants. It was the theater that kept her happy during those few months before her first pregnancy. Her paradise return to Helene when she was sitting before that stage. when the music began and the curtains parted, heaven was awaiting Helene. Then Helene found a something new to cherish, her daughter Marie. Just as her mother had done for her, Helene cared for Marie and made sure she had the best of everything. Her husband had become absence, caring more for the whores and his drinking, but Helene did not care because he had given her a child. Around her, the world was once again changing. Her father came to visit Helene one final time to ruin her life. He had tales of unrest among the people of France. Talk of attacking the monarch, and it was in Adrien and his family’s best interest to retreat outside of the country. But Adrien was stubborn, always so stubborn, and declared that the noblemen had nothing to fear. 

	It is the burning that Helene would always remember, the heat and the smell and the brightness as the flames ate away at their home in Paris. In one faithful night, riots had broken out and the homes of the wealthy were broken into and pillage while the people were dragged out in the streets. Helene lost Adrien to a crowd, probably to be beaten and later executed. It was Marie she cared about, who was lost to the smoke. Helene doesn’t remember much about her final moments alive. She had been carrying Marie’s body through the streets, detached from reality and numb. She didn’t notice the figure that appeared beside her or the way he hungrily stroked her hair. He asked her something thing, but Marie does not remember what he had whisper. She only remembers saying yes, then the pain began and the darkness. 

	After that night, Helene found a new reason to enjoy this so call revolution in her native France. Her theater no longer offered her paradise, and her Marie would never open her smiling blue eyes again. Helene instead found her paradise in the taste of butchered soldiers and rebels. The nobles whose delicate pampered necks cracked so easily brought her pleasure. The painful screams Helene forced from the lips of her prey was like the music. The revolution ended too quickly for Helene, but there were other events of chaos on this pitiful earth that called to Helene. And oh, she would have so much fun.