Jadeleath

Name: Jadeleath Arimil Neice
Pronounced: Jade-leeth
Nickname: Jade
Sex: Female
Age: 19 at turning, Undead: 68
DOB: 11.17.1940
Astrological Sign: Scorpio
Chinese Zodiacal Sign: Dragon
Mother's Name: Aria Karyl Neice
Father's Name: Milakaz Alan Neice - deceased
Siblings: many
Significant others: Eric Michael Noyd - deceased
Children: n/a

Description: A petite, well-defined woman, Jadeleath stands a mere 5’5”. Her long brown hair shows signs of natural reddish highlights. Her hazel eyes are oblong in shape, looking like almonds. Before her turning she tanned quite easily and her skin seems to have retained some of her pigmentation. Her face is delicate with an almost pixie-ish look to it. While she can use either hand to write with, she is right-handed by nature.

Attire: She tends to wear tight clothing that compliments her figure, a low-cut blouse, a shorter skirt, and knee-high boots. One of her favorite tops is actually an old-style corset.

Habits & Hobbies: She has a bad habit of trusting people too easily and is very open with what information she has. She feels that it is better to tell the truth than to get caught in a lie. She has also found that she craves knowledge and loves to read a variety of subjects and learn what she can about all she can. Her other passion is music. Her voice is marvelous and she loves to croon out a melody, though she cannot play an instrument.

Personality: Outgoing by nature, she is extremely passionate in all of her undertakings. If she cares about someone she will do what she can, even sacrificing herself, for them. Typically she has a positive disposition, though her life has left her angry and at times she will burst out for no real reason. She tends to be overly formal, addressing a senior pyre in her line as sir or sire even after being told it is not necessary.

Background: She was born into an abusive family in middle America. Her father had quite a temper and if everything wasn’t exactly perfect he took out his anger on his children. Her mother tried to help them, but she was also afraid of Milakaz and so she hid if he was in one of his rages. Jadeleath was the oldest and she loved her younger brothers and sisters so she did her best to take the worst of the beatings. The official explanation, for the schools, was that she was accident prone, though she was anything but.

As she developed into a young woman Milakaz took notice of it and his ravages extended beyond punches and whippings to molestation. She did whatever she could to avoid him, but if she did, her younger sisters received the treatment. She couldn’t stand that thought so she stopped trying to get away. One by one her brothers ran away from home, choosing to take their chances on the street rather than stay in that environment.

By the age of sixteen she’d already been pregnant five times, though she had lost each baby through the abuse of her father. She was glad that these little babies hadn’t made it for this was no life for them, not to mention that they’d be little freaks, having a father for a grandfather.

At seventeen she met a man that was so very nice to her. He listened to her, treated her with respect, he didn’t even touch her the entire year that they dated. It seemed too good to be true, and it was. She finally had enough and couldn’t stay at home any longer, no matter what. She and Eric eloped. On their wedding night she discovered his dirty little secret. After a life of being sexually abused, her new husband really wanted to be a woman. He dressed as a woman and came to her. She denied him, begged him to not touch her dressed like that and he relented. He couldn’t deny his yearnings for long though and time and time again he dressed up and came to her. She finally had enough and ran away, leaving with nothing but her purse and the few dollars that were inside. She’d stood so much from her father, she couldn’t take anything at all from Eric.

She took whatever transportation that she could to get as far away as she could, hopping from train to bus to hitch-hiking. Finally she ended up just walking and she stumbled into Ravenblack City. A stranger met her and that was the end of her life. She never knew his name or who he was for he didn't explain anything at all to her. He simply came upon her, turned her, and left her. She soon learned what changes had been made in her body and what she could and couldn't do, through trial and error.

It took some time to come to terms with what she was and what she now could do. She staggered from the City, at first trying to figure out exactly what had happened to her. She felt drained and yet at the same time, more alive than ever before. The first morning she learned of her limitations with lighting quite quickly and thoroughly. She had fallen asleep in someone’s barn, and awoke to the sound of him coming out to feed his animals. As she tried to evade his sight she climbed to the barn’s upper loft. With the sun’s rising came little currents of sunlight peeking in through holes in the boards or gaps between them. Involuntarily she’d screamed in pain as her right arm came in contact with one of these sunbeams. She immediately jumped back, trying to ascertain where the pain had come from when she jumped into another such beam. It cascaded across her head and the only thing that kept her from really and truly screaming in pain was the thick hair upon her head. She raced as fast as she could to a dark corner and sat there panting in exhaustion and pain.

Her thirst for blood was just as startling a revelation to the young woman for in this time and place while the stories of vampires had been taunted about, they weren’t very widely spread. While reading she’d come across one very poorly written book on vampires, but it had had all of it’s information wrong.

She tried to eat food or drink drinks, but nothing assuaged her and she soon felt weaker and weaker. An especially bloody piece of meat was given to her and she ate it with gusto, whereas previously she would’ve thrown it on a grill to practically burn it she now craved anything that was bloody.

With each new awareness she felt stronger and more in control of her own life, though she still had no real purpose. Finally vengeance came to her, vengeance against both her father and her misbegotten husband. She went home and of course, her mother invited her inside. After a quick hug of the mother that had looked the other way for all of those years, she went to any of her remaining brothers or sisters that remained, hugging each of them in turn. She then turned to the last room where her father lay sleeping. She allowed the room’s door to close with an audible click and simply stood there, glaring daggers at the father that’d abused her for so very long. The moment he turned over and opened his eyes she was upon him, her hands digging into his throat. “How does it feel to be at another’s mercy?” she asked, her voice ragged with a number of emotions, none of which were the fear she usually had. She picked him up and threw him across the room. She then pulled a piece of paper and a pen from her blouse and placed them upon the dresser. “Sign it!” she spat, a little bit of bloody spittle flying from her mouth. She wanted him to sign a suicide note, admitting what he’d done to them all. Instead he snarled at her, running full force for her. Using her new power of celerity she was easily able to elude him, grabbing him as he flew past her. She hit him across the head, knocking him out, then opened the window and pulled him out to the ground outside. She then carried him down the alleyway before she sat there waiting for him to wake up. She made no move to restrain him, she simply sat there waiting for him to awaken. Finally he did and she sat there listening to his jeering, his taunts, his imprecations, until he finally lunged at her. Her fingers closed around his windpipe as her knee flew into his stomach, knocking the wind from his body and choking him at the same time. With her other hand she unhooked his pants, thrust her hand inside and pulled with all of her undead might, castrating him in a bloody mess. In a silky voice she whispered in his ear, “Now you see what happens to men who do what you did.” She paused to allow him to fully experience the horror before she lunged forward, her teeth sinking into his throat, going straight for the carotid artery, and began to drink hungrily from her father. She didn’t stop until she’d drained every drop from his limp body.

Her first bit of revenge taken, she turned her attention to Eric. After going to his family she discovered that he’d joined the military and was now in Vietnam. She spent some time trying to figure out how to get over there so that she could exact her revenge and finally it came to her. She seduced a general heading over to the conflict and tagged along as his personal secretary. Once there she easily discovered Eric’s where-abouts and slipped away. She traveled across South Vietnam toward the battle-zone and was able to discover his unit while on special maneuvers. One night, while everyone was sleeping, she slipped into their camp and woke him up. He was startled, but silently followed her away from the others. After demanding to know where she’d been and what she’d been doing he then asked her what she was doing there. It was then that she smiled, for the first time since seeing him once again. “I’ve come to make your wish come true,” she purred as she reached into her carisak, pulling out a dress. After he’d looked around to be sure that noone was around, he tore his clothing off and put on the dress. Once he had it on she stood there, a sparkle in her eye, and asked, “So you still want to be a woman?” Eagerly he nodded, his breath coming quicker. She stepped up to him and reached under his dress. His eyes widened in excitement, expecting for them to be getting ready for sex. Instead she repeated what she’d done to her father, castrating her husband. “Now do you feel like a woman?” she asked in a silky voice. She let him fall to the ground in shock, simply watching him reaching for what was no longer there. Just as he gathered himself to call for help she lunged at him, tearing into his throat. She was vicious in her attack, leaving his neck a torn up mess. After she drained him of his life’s blood she drug him closer to his comrades and left him there to be discovered like that, humiliating him in death.

Now that she’d sought out those she despised and disposed of them she found herself without purpose. Though she’d killed, she still clung to her humanity like a drowning man holding tight to a life-preserver. She hated to kill and when she needed to feed she usually sought out the dregs of society, getting rid of the vagrants that noone would miss.

She did still need to find a way to survive in the world. She had no money and very few powers, only those she’d stumbled upon by accident. She looked through the news, trying to find a way to gain some money. It was as she was heading back from Vietnam, still in the company of the erstwhile general, that she met a man she’d fantasized about as a teenager. They’d made a quick stop-over in Germany. She parted ways from the general at that point, relieving him of some money and a pint or two of blood.

As she left the base there in Friedburg she met a man as he was heading out on leave. She was with Elvis when Dick Clark interviewed him for American Bandstand then traveled with him to Munich then on to Paris. The pair had fun together and he shared his wealth with her, as always the generous man. When he headed back to report after his leave, she stayed in France.

She spent the next decade traveling through Europe, making her way however she could. She did attach herself to a couple of well-off gentlemen, using them for their money. She lost a bit more of herself as she killed them, after ensuring that she was named a beneficiary in their wills. She’d begun to aquire a bit more money, hiding it away in a bank and living modestly.

She ended up in Ireland where she stayed, enjoying the greenery and taking advantage of the conflict to disguise her kills. One evening while roaming the countryside she came across a group of women performing a wicca ceremony. She sat watching from the shadows, mesmerized. She was surprised when the ceremony was over to have the entire group come right up to where she was hiding. She drew a dagger and was about to lunge out at them when suddenly she felt herself being held fast, unable to move. They gave her a choice, leave peacefully or die for good. Fascinated, she begged for an alternative. She asked that they teach her their craft. They agreed to teach her. She spent the next few decades learning their peaceful way, their worship of nature, their energy. She learned all that they could teach her.

One evening she awoke to the screams of the coven. Misunderstanding religious fiends took their rituals for something evil. Their good was extinguished in but a few moments. The dastards should’ve made their attack earlier, before Jadeleath had awoken. She flew out of her hidey-hole and the first thing she saw were the pires. Flame had engulfed them where they were tied and it was too late for them. Fury engulfed Jade as she lunged at those who’d done this to these peaceful people. She twisted what the coven had taught her, using it to punish their killers. Once more vengeance became her companion as she killed every last one of the murderers.

Drained and lost after the ordeal she took an airplane back to the United States. She needed family, but had none. She searched out her human brothers and sisters, but they had all grown old or died. She had noone.

Eventually though she returned to Ravenblack City, searching for answers and a place to call home, it was there that she met Chrystal. The woman offered to help her and vowed that her sire would help her as well and so she agreed to join them, formally binding herself to Chrystal as her childer.

Powers: Second-Sight (1)
Suction
Surprise
Perception
Stamina (3)
Locate (2)
Celerity (2)
Thievery (3)
Shadows (3)
Telepathy (2)
Charisma (1)
Battlecloak