Blood and Oil
String Bass Player
Clan: Daeva (Toreador)
Blood Potency: 2
Attributes: Intelligence 2, Wits 2, Resolve 2; Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2; Presence 3, Manipulation 4, Composure 2
Mental Skills: Academics 1, Computer 1, Investigation 1, Politics 1
Physical Skills: Athletics 1, Brawl 2 (Sp. Self defense), Drive 1, Larceny 2 (Sp. lockpicking), Stealth 2
Social Skills: Empathy 2, Expression 4 (Sp. Strings), Persuasion 2, Socialize 3
Merits: Haven 3 (Location 2, Security 1), Resources 2, Contacts (musicians) 2
Flaws: Addiction (alcohol)
Disciplines: Majesty 2, Obfuscate 1
Jessie’s not exactly a good influence.
Kay really ought to have known better than to take drinks from Jessie, whatever she had was NOT just booze. Though, come to think of it, the whole party was more than a little off… she’d never played like that, and would probably never play like that again. She’d been on fire, strings under her fingers a part of her very soul, and the whole crowd had just fallen right into it, dancing like maniacs. What the hell?
Of course, it wasn’t just Jessie’s fault (though it definitely started there. Never again). Kay never should’ve signed that contract. That was a BAD idea. Probably the worst she’d ever had. Then there was the whole waking-up-not-where-she’d-been-before thing, which was very unsettling. And that jerk of a “duke”, and a sire that shouldn’t have sired her. And yet here was Kay, dead as dirt but still walking around. Luckily, somebody’d finally shown a little sympathy to a very, very confused woman and explained what was going on.
Not that the explanation had really helped, but it was a start, right?