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[b]Nessa Lycoris[/b]

19
Brujah
Celerity(1), Potence(2)

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“My life? You . . . you really want to know? Oh, ah . . .” She pulls her gun from the small of her back and balances it on her knee. “Ok, now I feel safe. Now I can talk: It wasn't easy, you know. Dad had the nasty habit of drinking too much and using Mom as a punching bag. I didn't realize what was going on until I was five. That was when they sent me to the neighbours to learn writing and reading so I'd could find work someday. The nice lady asked me if Mom was alright. That's what got everything started.”
She looks down at her gun, tilting her head to one side. “It wasn't that uncommon. What happened at home wasn't uncommon where we lived. As I grew older I grew furious and frustrated. I couldn't protect her – but someone would have to, right? One night I came home from work – I used to deliver newspapers amongst other things – and he was at it again. So I got in-between them, punched the bastard. Mom was screaming, trying to pull me back . . . and Dad just didn't care who he hurt. That was the moment my Mom changed. She started to get all secretive about some things. Clothes would disappear and money.” She smiles and looks up. “In the night she took me away, to a safe house. I have no idea how she managed to find it or establish contact, but she took me there. For the first time we always had a warm meal, a quiet evening , I had a great education and Krav Maga lessons for self defence. I rocked at that, I'll tell ya! We stayed there a few years until I grew too old to stay. When we moved back into that unforgiving area I was 16 and had seen how people should be treated. The violence tore me apart.”
The gun is raised, pointed at the floor and held in both hands. “Whenever I saw children or women get hurt I'd interfere. I couldn't stand it! And I knew how to defend myself! They didn't. Yeah, sure, one or two bastards died in the process. But who cares? It was necessary! At least their children can sort of grow up in peace. Yes, there's the gangs and drugs and all that lot – but if you ask me there doesn't have to be! What's wrong with dreaming of a better world and actively fighting to reach it?” She smiles, replacing her gun at the small of her back and rises. “But that's enough of me. I need to be some place.” With a wink she disappears through the door. 

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Had she known it would end like this . . . Yeah, ok, she would have gone anyway! Lying in the pool of her own blood she looked about. The man lay a few feet away, not moving, not breathing, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. It was dark in the tiny apartment. The bastard had had a gun! With a moan she dragged herself to a wall. She was not going to die like that rat! She was going to die upright, at least sitting! It was hard and took some time. Even as the cold crept through her body she managed to sit up against the wall, the world slowly fading into a blur. 
Flash lights at the door. Then it was burst open. Police? Yeah, seemed like it. A man knelt before her, feeling her pulse. “She's dead!” Nessa was to tired to protest. It was as she felt something pierce her neck that she managed to moan. Then something warm was offered to her to drink. She just had to swallow . . . but what was it? The taste was . . . intoxicating. They took her with them. So they weren't the police. The man carrying her seemed so compassionate! Nessa could have fallen in love right that moment. But she was dying. 
It was the night of her embrace.

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Nessa is a friendly person why has her ideals and fights vigorously 
 to achieve them – no matter the cost. The greater good is what she's aiming for. A world of peace for children to grow up without having to fear their fathers. She's a fighter and very compassionate when it comes to children and woman. Nesse will do anything for her cause and recruits people who believe in it. 
She has an open mind and is honest, to the decree that it might be too honest in the wrong moments. She also has a short temper when it comes to her ideals. Have a different opinion, but don't make it so clear to her that you don't accept hers. She can be vicious!

[b]Personal Goals[/b]
Protect those who need protection, regardless if they are human, animal or belong to the cursed.

[b]View on humans[/b] 
“What I think about humans? Oh, that's simple! You were one too, weren't you? Why should we treat them as lesser race? You dare harm one and I'll be sure finish you in the blink of an eye. You feel me?”
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