Post by Mae LeVaque on May 8, 2010 4:54:57 GMT -7
Name: Mae LeVaque
Age: 82 - apparent age: 24
Birthplace: Beauvais France
Group species: Vampire
Gender: Female
Allignment: Evil
Height/Weight: 5'10
Hair: Black
Eyes: green
Image:
Personal belongings/weaponry:
Typical things of those who live a high society life style. Clothes, jewelry, big home.. piano. fine wine collect, ect ect.
Personality:
Deranged little psychopath. Mae is out for her own personal amusement. Whatever she finds funny or entertaining and her sense of humor is deviantly twisted. She really has no power agendas, though if she makes power plays it is only for amusement. Watching others squirm and wiggle under pressure feeds her sadistic escapades.
Mae likes to see herself as the true driving force of evil. Evil's right hand to spread it's destructive chaos, to tell her anything less bruises her misplaced ego.
She is devilishly charming and she uses this to her advantage. Manipulating people to further her goals, whatever they may be at the time. She indulges cardinal sins, believing that they are the gateway to enlightenment.
Likes:
Mae likes fine wines, exotic foods and places. She likes indulging herself on the riches the world has to offer. Overdoing the slightest pleasures until she becomes bored with them.
Dislikes:
Things she has grown bored with.
Strengths:
She is charming, beautiful and quick with a silver tongue. High society and art are her fortes.
Weaknesses:
She is nuts. A barrel of crazy. She can't follow through with most of her schemes because she looses interest in them quickly. Nothing seems to satisfy her. She is completely drawn into herself and her madness.
And like any Malkavian, should she ever frenzy she gains an additional derangement, but also she suffers from the Toreador flaw.. things she finds beautiful enthrall her.
Special Abilities:
She has an enchanting voice, able to lull people into a false sense of security.
Disciplines:
Auspex: 4
Presence: 3
Celerity: 3
Dominate: 1
Dementation: 1
Obfuscate: 1
Fortitude: 2
History:
The story doesn't begin with Mae, it starts with a girl named Amelia LeVaque and her twin sister Ophelia LeVaque. Born in a small village in France to loving parents. At a young age Amelia and Ophelia were shown to have an amazing talent. Both the girls had beautiful voices, bellowing out cords that children their age shouldn't have been able to do.
Raised in a strict catholic home, the girls attended the church choir, this led to them both getting into the Ecole de Paris. That was until World War II struck. In 1940 at the age of 12, the girls were forced to move back home. Ophelia on the other hand pleaded with her family for an audition for Julliard in New York City. Amelia wanted to stay home and help her family at the vineyard. Ophelia made her audition and was accepted in Julliard. Amelia was left behind and her father was drafted into the war. It was just Amelia and her mother, working the fields along side the field workers.
The war raged on, it was 1944 and Amelia was 16, her sister had written letters and sent postcards occassionally, but as the years progressed Amelia and her mother heard less and less. It was tearing Amelia's mother's heart that there had been no letters from Amelia's father in the past few months and Ophelia had also gone silent.
A French Soldier came to the house one evening and it was mother's breaking point. Father's body was found, he had died in battle. It broke mother's heart and as she died inside, she slowly lost her will to live. 1945 at the age of 17... Amelia was alone.
There was a thought to move to New York City to be with Ophelia, but Amelia didn't feel it was right to leave the vineyard. She stayed once again behind until Nazi soldiers came into her home. They raided her house and violated her land. They stole everything from her, confiscated her property and savagely raped her of her innocence. The only thing Amelia could do was flee, flee to the sanctuary of her church.
1952, Amelia was 24 and moments from her vows to officially make her a member of the convent. She had already chosen her name, Theresa. Though fate had something else in mind, a telegram came for Amelia, seemed Ophelia had gotten into some trouble and needed Amelia to come right away to New York City. Ophelia was the only family Amelia had left, so she left without hesitation, even under the Mother Superiors advisement.
Amelia arrived in New York City, only to find her sister in a scandalous affair. Ophelia's success had landed her in a series of cardinal indulgences. Drugs, sex and eventually indebted to the wrong people. Amelia had very little money, barely enough to get herself to New York. The sisters didn't know what to do and Ophelia was wrought.
Luck seemed to be on their side for a change. The bigger celebrities were hosting a friendly competition among the musicians of the area. The winner recieved a large winning. Amelia thought if they both joined the competetion their chances of winning increased and Ophelia agreed.
Competition night, the sisters wished each other good luck. Ophelia was the first one on stage and her piece was beautiful. Amelia stood next to the stage and listened, a whirl of envy twisted in Amelia's belly. Amelia always thought Ophelia was better than her and Ophelia was sure to win, even though no matter who won the money would go to Ophelia's debts. A voice whispered in Amelia's ear... but it really wasn't a voice, but more like a string of consciousness, "Always in the shadows, never in the spot light. Pity isn't it?" Amelia quickly looked around her but there was nothing there. She shrugged it off as her mind playing games with her.
Congradulations were given after Ophelia's stunning performance. Awhile later it was Amelia's turn. In her sparkling peacock costume dress, Amelia preformed her show. She belted out her cords, while her sister did more of a fun and modern perfomance, Amelia's song was powerful and meaningful. Swaying her audience's mood, tears ran down even some of the more hardened faces.
The time came for the winner...Ophelia claimed the prize winnings. Amelia congradulated her sister but secretly despised her because of it. Perhaps it was the hidden anger Amelia felt for Ophelia for leaving their family behind. Maybe if Ophelia was there mother would have never passed away. Maybe if Ophelia had been there, the Nazis would have never invaded their home. If not for Ophelia, Amelia would be taking her vows right now and be a sister of the church.. and with Ophelia admitting she had no plans of paying off her debts... Amelia lost her senses.
She screamed at Ophelia, calling her a selfish whore. Ophelia was shocked by Amelia, Amelia had always been the quiet and resevered one. Never having a bad word to say about anyone. Amelia was the good child, never losing her temper and yet here she was calling Ophelia the whore of Babylon. Amelia unleashed her fury on Ophelia, blaming her for the death of their father and mother.. blaming Ophelia for the loss of their home. For abandoning them all.
"Kill her. She does not deserve the life she covets." The voice whispered in Amelia's ear. "Kill her and free yourself of your burden." Amelia broke down in tears as she felt the pains of the past grip at her. "Do it! Kill the bitch!" The voice demanded. "Kill her and be done with it!" Ophelia didn't know how to respond to Amelia's accosting. Ophelia slapped her.. that was all she could do.
In that moment when Ophelia made the violent connection, Amelia was gone.
Amelia's eyes opened to see Ophelia's body on the floor covered in blood, and in Amelia's hand was a pair of bloodied scissors. Her hands shook with fear as she dropped the scissors on the floor. "My lord what I have I done?!" She gasped out as she felt her stomach tighten. She didn't expect an answer.
"You did what you had too. The best has won." A man appeared from the shadows, dressed in a nice black and gray pinstriped suit with a silk red tie. His long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Are you ready for your reward, Miss LeVaque?" He asked her with a smile.
"What? Reward?!" Amelia was in a state of panic and distress. "What is goin--" Before she could finish her hysterical questions the man lunged at her. His fangs ripped into her delicate flesh and his strength overwhelmed her.
The death of Amelia LeVaque and the birth of Mae.
The earth gave way, sinking around the freshly sired vampire. Her delicate dirty hands reached out into the night sky as a banshee shrill left her vocal cords. A man stands beside her grave, dressed in a black suit with a white tie, holding a dozen white roses in his hands, locks of his long blond hair flutter in the breeze.
He does not help her stand up, she is on her own. The vampire pulls herself fully from her grave and the man places the roses on her headstone.
Amelia Pauline LeVaque
January 7, 1928 - July 15th, 1952
Our Beloved Angel of Mercy.
Next to Amelia's headstone was Ophelia's. Though this vampire that rose from Amelia's grave was not Amelia. She cared not for the sentimental value. The man smiled to her, "Welcome back Amelia."
This is where the part of Amelia and Mae becomes.. unstable. Because of what Amelia's sire had made her to do, the young Toreador was conflicted with her Humanity. Her sire a Sabbat Antribu did all that was necessary of him to break her of her weakness.
He tortured her, made her a slave to the whims of those of the temple. Tzimisce's did love her perfect skin and the Lasombra cooed in the delight of her screams. For almost a decade, Amelia was nothing more than a tormented soul whose mind was already fractured.
A new personality started to form, trying to break free. Amelia would find herself waking up naked under piles of bodies without ever remembering how she got there. Her sire was convinced she was finally letting loose her inner beast, but Amelia knew for sure that was not the case.
She had enough with all of it and one night, while chained to her sire as he slept.. She killed him. She had to break free, she ran from the temple and sought refuge with the Camarilla. She had never Fire Danced and explained her situation to the Prince at the time. She wasn't technically Sabbat and she would do whatever it took to gain his trust and acknowledgement. For another decade, Amelia worked as Scourge of New York, before being transfered to Chicago.
There she eventually took seat as Primogen after stunning the Prince with her strategic military mind set and winning a conflict against the Sabbat. Though as time progressed the voice in her mind, the beast.. The one that called itself Mae, started to get agitated.
The beast wanted nothing more than to escape and Amelia, the strong willed Toreador Primogen would not allow it. It went from just a subconscious murdering nuisance to a very audible trouble maker. Some nights were worse than others, waking up in some one else's home, their dead bodies lying on the floor. She could hear the evil inside her head laughing at the fun it had while Amelia herself mourned their passing.
She tried everything to keep the beast at bay, at least this monstrosity inside her. Mae it seem was fighting a losing battle. Amelia went into remission after sometime and practice. Amelia moved up the ranks once more in the late 60's taking position as Seneschal.
A new Sheriff was also coming to town, his name was Mark Spectre and the moment Mark and Amelia met, it was love at first sight. The two of them, scheduled themselves so they could meet up and talk about the current news of the city, or they would meet in private and talk of old battle stories or their mortal moments.
What Amelia didn't know or Mark didn't know about Amelia, as both of them had a common problem. Amelia had Mae and Mark had Relik. The beast Mae crawled at the inner walls of Amelia's skull every time Mark was around, wanting to come out. Mark had the same problem with Relik. And this should have been warning signs to the Toreador Senechal and the Brujah Sheriff but for some reason they didn't care about the voices.
A night of passionate romance consumed the two.. only for Mark to wake up and instead of his beautiful Amelia.. Mae was before him. She hand him pinned down against the bed, with a stake in her hand. Demanding to know what was so special about him, when he called her Amelia she plunged the stake into his chest. "Pretty is not here..." She hissed at him. She pulled out the stake only to find that Mark had taken a back seat in his mind.
Relik came forth and with a bloody vengeance nearly killed Mae. All she could do was laugh at him. She had no fear in death and absolutely no fear of him. She taunted him... daring him to kill her. It was that moment Relik realized what Mark had stumbled upon. A like mind.
For the next five years, Amelia and Mark worked together trying to cage their inner bestial demons. Hoping that together they wouldn't wake up anymore under bodies of Mae and Relik's escapades. Eventually the only solution they could muster up was to separate. Amelia decided she would leave Chicago so he wouldn't have to give up his career as Sheriff.
Amelia took off to San Fransisco. Everything was fine for the first few years, until there was a knock on her door. Mark had come by to visit. She tried to get him to leave, she begged him. However he had missed her far to much to go, the blood bond they had was too powerful for him to just wish her away. Another year together and tragedy fell around the star crossed lovers. The waking up in odd places got worse, and once more Amelia left.. only this time without a word.
She disappeared into Italy, thinking that Mark would never find her again. It was hard to leave him, she did truly love him. However she would not sacrifice her humanity anymore, else their love would be meaningless.
Florence became her new home, again she took office in the Camarilla and worked with a fine Prince. A Ventrue by the name of Vincent. Both of them became close, Amelia told him about the demon in her mind and he did all that he could to keep her lucid and sane. From all that time, there was an intimate bond between the two, though Vincent could never replace Mark.
Another decade passed and Amelia hadn't heard a peep out of Mae. The Inner Circle asked Amelia to move back to the states and take Prince of Bristol Pennsylvanian, a small steel mill town they had won from the Sabbat. Amelia took the job.
Prince Amelia, 9th Generation Toreador. There she met several of her potential Staff. Darien Luna of Clan Malkavian, who not only was her Malkavian Primogen but her closest confidant. It was here that Mark found her once more, coming into Bristol after hearing of her coronation.
She tried to send him away, but found herself unable too. He stayed as her Seneschal. With Mark around Mae was quiet, unusually so. They both thought that part of their past was truly gone and they could continue with their affair.. however it wouldn't be so for long.
The late 90's came, Mae and Relik came back out of hiding in tremendous force. Siding with the Sabbat of Pittsburgh, taking down their own Camarilla forces. Darien had to do something. So out of compassion for his prince and his sensechal.. Darien using the Madness network to his own advantage.. removed both personalities and placed them in the Network.. supposedly trapped for all time.
Amelia and Mark both stepped down after, even after the protest of the court. Amelia put her Sheriff Daniel as Prince, and put in a good word for the Tremere Primogen as Seneschal. Amelia and Mark however stayed in Bristol, rebuilding the city and pushing back Sabbat forces.
Amelia and Mark were both asked to remain as members of the court, both made Primogen. Amelia and Mark were finally happy.
However in the Madness Network, Mae stirred in her restraints. Wanting out. Plotting her revenge against Amelia. Another Malkavian was already on the move, slowly stripping the restraints off of Mae. Freeing her from her cage... Now loose in the Network, Mae found her new target. A young neonate and so very beautiful. She entered her mind and obliterated the original personality, like a computer virus rewriting the hard drive.
With this and all the knowledge Mae had required over the years... She planned her assault on Amelia and gaining Relik's freedom. Everything went according to what Mae had hoped. She didn't kill Amelia and Mark, like she did to the rest of the court with her band of Merry Men.. instead she put the both of them into torpor, trapped in their own minds and buried them deep underground.
She needed to master Malkavian Time to release Relik from his prison, but that would take time and at least time she had. That's if she doesn't get bored first.
Age: 82 - apparent age: 24
Birthplace: Beauvais France
Group species: Vampire
Gender: Female
Allignment: Evil
Height/Weight: 5'10
Hair: Black
Eyes: green
Image:
Personal belongings/weaponry:
Typical things of those who live a high society life style. Clothes, jewelry, big home.. piano. fine wine collect, ect ect.
Personality:
Deranged little psychopath. Mae is out for her own personal amusement. Whatever she finds funny or entertaining and her sense of humor is deviantly twisted. She really has no power agendas, though if she makes power plays it is only for amusement. Watching others squirm and wiggle under pressure feeds her sadistic escapades.
Mae likes to see herself as the true driving force of evil. Evil's right hand to spread it's destructive chaos, to tell her anything less bruises her misplaced ego.
She is devilishly charming and she uses this to her advantage. Manipulating people to further her goals, whatever they may be at the time. She indulges cardinal sins, believing that they are the gateway to enlightenment.
Likes:
Mae likes fine wines, exotic foods and places. She likes indulging herself on the riches the world has to offer. Overdoing the slightest pleasures until she becomes bored with them.
Dislikes:
Things she has grown bored with.
Strengths:
She is charming, beautiful and quick with a silver tongue. High society and art are her fortes.
Weaknesses:
She is nuts. A barrel of crazy. She can't follow through with most of her schemes because she looses interest in them quickly. Nothing seems to satisfy her. She is completely drawn into herself and her madness.
And like any Malkavian, should she ever frenzy she gains an additional derangement, but also she suffers from the Toreador flaw.. things she finds beautiful enthrall her.
Special Abilities:
She has an enchanting voice, able to lull people into a false sense of security.
Disciplines:
Auspex: 4
Presence: 3
Celerity: 3
Dominate: 1
Dementation: 1
Obfuscate: 1
Fortitude: 2
History:
The story doesn't begin with Mae, it starts with a girl named Amelia LeVaque and her twin sister Ophelia LeVaque. Born in a small village in France to loving parents. At a young age Amelia and Ophelia were shown to have an amazing talent. Both the girls had beautiful voices, bellowing out cords that children their age shouldn't have been able to do.
Raised in a strict catholic home, the girls attended the church choir, this led to them both getting into the Ecole de Paris. That was until World War II struck. In 1940 at the age of 12, the girls were forced to move back home. Ophelia on the other hand pleaded with her family for an audition for Julliard in New York City. Amelia wanted to stay home and help her family at the vineyard. Ophelia made her audition and was accepted in Julliard. Amelia was left behind and her father was drafted into the war. It was just Amelia and her mother, working the fields along side the field workers.
The war raged on, it was 1944 and Amelia was 16, her sister had written letters and sent postcards occassionally, but as the years progressed Amelia and her mother heard less and less. It was tearing Amelia's mother's heart that there had been no letters from Amelia's father in the past few months and Ophelia had also gone silent.
A French Soldier came to the house one evening and it was mother's breaking point. Father's body was found, he had died in battle. It broke mother's heart and as she died inside, she slowly lost her will to live. 1945 at the age of 17... Amelia was alone.
There was a thought to move to New York City to be with Ophelia, but Amelia didn't feel it was right to leave the vineyard. She stayed once again behind until Nazi soldiers came into her home. They raided her house and violated her land. They stole everything from her, confiscated her property and savagely raped her of her innocence. The only thing Amelia could do was flee, flee to the sanctuary of her church.
1952, Amelia was 24 and moments from her vows to officially make her a member of the convent. She had already chosen her name, Theresa. Though fate had something else in mind, a telegram came for Amelia, seemed Ophelia had gotten into some trouble and needed Amelia to come right away to New York City. Ophelia was the only family Amelia had left, so she left without hesitation, even under the Mother Superiors advisement.
Amelia arrived in New York City, only to find her sister in a scandalous affair. Ophelia's success had landed her in a series of cardinal indulgences. Drugs, sex and eventually indebted to the wrong people. Amelia had very little money, barely enough to get herself to New York. The sisters didn't know what to do and Ophelia was wrought.
Luck seemed to be on their side for a change. The bigger celebrities were hosting a friendly competition among the musicians of the area. The winner recieved a large winning. Amelia thought if they both joined the competetion their chances of winning increased and Ophelia agreed.
Competition night, the sisters wished each other good luck. Ophelia was the first one on stage and her piece was beautiful. Amelia stood next to the stage and listened, a whirl of envy twisted in Amelia's belly. Amelia always thought Ophelia was better than her and Ophelia was sure to win, even though no matter who won the money would go to Ophelia's debts. A voice whispered in Amelia's ear... but it really wasn't a voice, but more like a string of consciousness, "Always in the shadows, never in the spot light. Pity isn't it?" Amelia quickly looked around her but there was nothing there. She shrugged it off as her mind playing games with her.
Congradulations were given after Ophelia's stunning performance. Awhile later it was Amelia's turn. In her sparkling peacock costume dress, Amelia preformed her show. She belted out her cords, while her sister did more of a fun and modern perfomance, Amelia's song was powerful and meaningful. Swaying her audience's mood, tears ran down even some of the more hardened faces.
The time came for the winner...Ophelia claimed the prize winnings. Amelia congradulated her sister but secretly despised her because of it. Perhaps it was the hidden anger Amelia felt for Ophelia for leaving their family behind. Maybe if Ophelia was there mother would have never passed away. Maybe if Ophelia had been there, the Nazis would have never invaded their home. If not for Ophelia, Amelia would be taking her vows right now and be a sister of the church.. and with Ophelia admitting she had no plans of paying off her debts... Amelia lost her senses.
She screamed at Ophelia, calling her a selfish whore. Ophelia was shocked by Amelia, Amelia had always been the quiet and resevered one. Never having a bad word to say about anyone. Amelia was the good child, never losing her temper and yet here she was calling Ophelia the whore of Babylon. Amelia unleashed her fury on Ophelia, blaming her for the death of their father and mother.. blaming Ophelia for the loss of their home. For abandoning them all.
"Kill her. She does not deserve the life she covets." The voice whispered in Amelia's ear. "Kill her and free yourself of your burden." Amelia broke down in tears as she felt the pains of the past grip at her. "Do it! Kill the bitch!" The voice demanded. "Kill her and be done with it!" Ophelia didn't know how to respond to Amelia's accosting. Ophelia slapped her.. that was all she could do.
In that moment when Ophelia made the violent connection, Amelia was gone.
Amelia's eyes opened to see Ophelia's body on the floor covered in blood, and in Amelia's hand was a pair of bloodied scissors. Her hands shook with fear as she dropped the scissors on the floor. "My lord what I have I done?!" She gasped out as she felt her stomach tighten. She didn't expect an answer.
"You did what you had too. The best has won." A man appeared from the shadows, dressed in a nice black and gray pinstriped suit with a silk red tie. His long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Are you ready for your reward, Miss LeVaque?" He asked her with a smile.
"What? Reward?!" Amelia was in a state of panic and distress. "What is goin--" Before she could finish her hysterical questions the man lunged at her. His fangs ripped into her delicate flesh and his strength overwhelmed her.
The death of Amelia LeVaque and the birth of Mae.
The earth gave way, sinking around the freshly sired vampire. Her delicate dirty hands reached out into the night sky as a banshee shrill left her vocal cords. A man stands beside her grave, dressed in a black suit with a white tie, holding a dozen white roses in his hands, locks of his long blond hair flutter in the breeze.
He does not help her stand up, she is on her own. The vampire pulls herself fully from her grave and the man places the roses on her headstone.
Amelia Pauline LeVaque
January 7, 1928 - July 15th, 1952
Our Beloved Angel of Mercy.
Next to Amelia's headstone was Ophelia's. Though this vampire that rose from Amelia's grave was not Amelia. She cared not for the sentimental value. The man smiled to her, "Welcome back Amelia."
This is where the part of Amelia and Mae becomes.. unstable. Because of what Amelia's sire had made her to do, the young Toreador was conflicted with her Humanity. Her sire a Sabbat Antribu did all that was necessary of him to break her of her weakness.
He tortured her, made her a slave to the whims of those of the temple. Tzimisce's did love her perfect skin and the Lasombra cooed in the delight of her screams. For almost a decade, Amelia was nothing more than a tormented soul whose mind was already fractured.
A new personality started to form, trying to break free. Amelia would find herself waking up naked under piles of bodies without ever remembering how she got there. Her sire was convinced she was finally letting loose her inner beast, but Amelia knew for sure that was not the case.
She had enough with all of it and one night, while chained to her sire as he slept.. She killed him. She had to break free, she ran from the temple and sought refuge with the Camarilla. She had never Fire Danced and explained her situation to the Prince at the time. She wasn't technically Sabbat and she would do whatever it took to gain his trust and acknowledgement. For another decade, Amelia worked as Scourge of New York, before being transfered to Chicago.
There she eventually took seat as Primogen after stunning the Prince with her strategic military mind set and winning a conflict against the Sabbat. Though as time progressed the voice in her mind, the beast.. The one that called itself Mae, started to get agitated.
The beast wanted nothing more than to escape and Amelia, the strong willed Toreador Primogen would not allow it. It went from just a subconscious murdering nuisance to a very audible trouble maker. Some nights were worse than others, waking up in some one else's home, their dead bodies lying on the floor. She could hear the evil inside her head laughing at the fun it had while Amelia herself mourned their passing.
She tried everything to keep the beast at bay, at least this monstrosity inside her. Mae it seem was fighting a losing battle. Amelia went into remission after sometime and practice. Amelia moved up the ranks once more in the late 60's taking position as Seneschal.
A new Sheriff was also coming to town, his name was Mark Spectre and the moment Mark and Amelia met, it was love at first sight. The two of them, scheduled themselves so they could meet up and talk about the current news of the city, or they would meet in private and talk of old battle stories or their mortal moments.
What Amelia didn't know or Mark didn't know about Amelia, as both of them had a common problem. Amelia had Mae and Mark had Relik. The beast Mae crawled at the inner walls of Amelia's skull every time Mark was around, wanting to come out. Mark had the same problem with Relik. And this should have been warning signs to the Toreador Senechal and the Brujah Sheriff but for some reason they didn't care about the voices.
A night of passionate romance consumed the two.. only for Mark to wake up and instead of his beautiful Amelia.. Mae was before him. She hand him pinned down against the bed, with a stake in her hand. Demanding to know what was so special about him, when he called her Amelia she plunged the stake into his chest. "Pretty is not here..." She hissed at him. She pulled out the stake only to find that Mark had taken a back seat in his mind.
Relik came forth and with a bloody vengeance nearly killed Mae. All she could do was laugh at him. She had no fear in death and absolutely no fear of him. She taunted him... daring him to kill her. It was that moment Relik realized what Mark had stumbled upon. A like mind.
For the next five years, Amelia and Mark worked together trying to cage their inner bestial demons. Hoping that together they wouldn't wake up anymore under bodies of Mae and Relik's escapades. Eventually the only solution they could muster up was to separate. Amelia decided she would leave Chicago so he wouldn't have to give up his career as Sheriff.
Amelia took off to San Fransisco. Everything was fine for the first few years, until there was a knock on her door. Mark had come by to visit. She tried to get him to leave, she begged him. However he had missed her far to much to go, the blood bond they had was too powerful for him to just wish her away. Another year together and tragedy fell around the star crossed lovers. The waking up in odd places got worse, and once more Amelia left.. only this time without a word.
She disappeared into Italy, thinking that Mark would never find her again. It was hard to leave him, she did truly love him. However she would not sacrifice her humanity anymore, else their love would be meaningless.
Florence became her new home, again she took office in the Camarilla and worked with a fine Prince. A Ventrue by the name of Vincent. Both of them became close, Amelia told him about the demon in her mind and he did all that he could to keep her lucid and sane. From all that time, there was an intimate bond between the two, though Vincent could never replace Mark.
Another decade passed and Amelia hadn't heard a peep out of Mae. The Inner Circle asked Amelia to move back to the states and take Prince of Bristol Pennsylvanian, a small steel mill town they had won from the Sabbat. Amelia took the job.
Prince Amelia, 9th Generation Toreador. There she met several of her potential Staff. Darien Luna of Clan Malkavian, who not only was her Malkavian Primogen but her closest confidant. It was here that Mark found her once more, coming into Bristol after hearing of her coronation.
She tried to send him away, but found herself unable too. He stayed as her Seneschal. With Mark around Mae was quiet, unusually so. They both thought that part of their past was truly gone and they could continue with their affair.. however it wouldn't be so for long.
The late 90's came, Mae and Relik came back out of hiding in tremendous force. Siding with the Sabbat of Pittsburgh, taking down their own Camarilla forces. Darien had to do something. So out of compassion for his prince and his sensechal.. Darien using the Madness network to his own advantage.. removed both personalities and placed them in the Network.. supposedly trapped for all time.
Amelia and Mark both stepped down after, even after the protest of the court. Amelia put her Sheriff Daniel as Prince, and put in a good word for the Tremere Primogen as Seneschal. Amelia and Mark however stayed in Bristol, rebuilding the city and pushing back Sabbat forces.
Amelia and Mark were both asked to remain as members of the court, both made Primogen. Amelia and Mark were finally happy.
However in the Madness Network, Mae stirred in her restraints. Wanting out. Plotting her revenge against Amelia. Another Malkavian was already on the move, slowly stripping the restraints off of Mae. Freeing her from her cage... Now loose in the Network, Mae found her new target. A young neonate and so very beautiful. She entered her mind and obliterated the original personality, like a computer virus rewriting the hard drive.
With this and all the knowledge Mae had required over the years... She planned her assault on Amelia and gaining Relik's freedom. Everything went according to what Mae had hoped. She didn't kill Amelia and Mark, like she did to the rest of the court with her band of Merry Men.. instead she put the both of them into torpor, trapped in their own minds and buried them deep underground.
She needed to master Malkavian Time to release Relik from his prison, but that would take time and at least time she had. That's if she doesn't get bored first.