Post by Fury on Dec 5, 2014 6:10:43 GMT
Name : Saoirse McNamara
Known As: White Rabbit
Player: Fury
Chronicle : Birmingham by Night
Nature : Pedagogue
Demeanor : Visionary
Clan: Malkavian
Generation : 12
Haven : 4 Corners Bookstore
Concept : Lore Keeper/Psi Enthusiast
Attributes
Physical-------------------------------------
Strength : 1
Dexterity: 3
Stamina : 2
Social --------------
Charisma: 3
Manipulation : 2
Appearance: 3
Mental--------------
Perception : 4 (careful)
Intelligence : 4 (analytically)
Wits : 2
Talents ------------
Acting :
Alertness : 3
Athletics :
Brawl :
Dodge: 2
Empathy
Expression :
Intimidation:
Leadership:
Streetwise: 1
Subterfuge:
Skills -------------------------
Animal Ken: 2
Crafts:
Drive : 1
Etiquette: 1
Firearms : 2 (stun guns)
Larceny : 2
Melee:
Performance:
Stealth: 1
Survival:
Knowledge ---------------------
Academics: 2
Computer: 3
Finance: 2
Investigation:
Law:
Linguistics: 1 (Latin)
Medicine :
Occult: 4
Politics: 1
Science :
Technology:
Disciplines: ---------------
Auspex: .............. 3
Dementation .............. 2
Obfuscate: ........... 1
Backgrounds ------------
Allies: ............. 2
Generation: ......... 1
Resources: .......... 2
Library: ............ 3
Virtues --------------------------
Conscience : 3
Self- control : 4
Courage : 3
Humanity: 7
Willpower: 6
Blood pool: 11
Merits:
Concentration ..................... 1
Eidetic Memory .................... 2
Oracular Ability .................. 3
Faction Favorite .................. 2 (Mage - Mostly Virtual Adepts and Verbena)
Medium ............................ 2
Flaws :
Curiosity ......................... 2
Light Sensitive ................... 5
Derangement ....................... 2
--Explanation: Obsessive-Compulsive
Derangement ....................... 2
--Explanation: Autism
Group Enmity ................. 2 (Clan Tremere)
ALLIES 1: Timothy Lodge - Mr. Lodge is a local professor and departmental head of the Division of Perceptual Studies at the local State College. With an impressive education a BA in psychology, University of Puerto Rico, 1978, Ph.D. in psychology, University of Edinburgh, 1997. MA in history, Duke University, 1989 and a MS in parapsychology John F. Kennedy University, (California), 1981.
Prof. Lodge has an impressive resume and is highly regarded in his fields. Every chance Rabbit gets to take one of his lectures she is in the front row. As of late she has started private sessions with the Professor trying to find a way to battle her mental illness (Autism) as well as deal with her supernatural ability to hear the voices of the dead (Medium merit).
ALLIES 2: Richard "MasterBlaster" Shaphen - A fellow conspiracy theorist Richard is what one would call Rabbit's partner in crime. Another young person obsessed with computers, science, and the 'unknown'. Unlike Rabbit however Richard's focus is on UFO's rather than the paranormal. Both work together sharing secrets, information, and the occasional fair warning of Government going-ons and crack downs. Richard lives in Seattle Washington and while he and Rabbit have ever met fact to face they are fiercely loyal to one another.
BUSINESS: 4 Corners Books and Gifts is the premier metaphysical store on the world wide web and a
complete magical center in the Tribeca are of New York. Classes, events and workshops are offered on
a weekly basis and during the weekends and full time in the summer the East West Tea Garden is open.
4 Corners offers a free catalog with nearly 100,000 metaphysical supplies, tarot cards, Wiccan and
Shaman supplies and the US' best collection of books on magic from several different believe
structures and cultures. 4 Corners also offers one of the largest in-house reference libraries on
the was toast. Psychics readings are also available in-store and online through the two psychics
that contract through the bookstore.
East West Tear Gardens- The tea garden is home to a monthly tea club that meets every 1st Sunday of
every month to experience brewing and enjoying tea in the Chinese style -Gonfu cha. We encourage
customers to bring in teas from their own tea circles and personal stock so they can try then with
the Gong-Fu method and possibly learn a whole new way to brew. There are also a full stock of rare
tears for purchase.
RESOURCES: Owner of 4 Corners Books and gifts.
BIO:
There is nothing spectacular in the short history of this young lady... not to start. Daughter of
Anna McNamara a mother more concerned with her spa appointments and cocktail parties that being a
mother, and daughter to Bruce McNamara, a man who discarded the child from his heart and mind the
moment she was born without a penis. Her life was what could be considered normal. Her parents were
upper class and both stunning in appearance. While the little baby girl was born pretty before the
end of her second year of life it was obvious that something about the girl was not 'normal'. she
did not speak, never made eye contact and never bonded with her parents or even the nannies hired to
care for her. by the age of 5 little Saoirse was only speaking in 'echo' and mimicking behavior she
had seen that obviously was not her own. In pre-school she was a loner and seemed more content with
books and the erector set than human contact. It was not until 2nd grade (7 years old) that a
teacher noticed that something was going on and made an appointment with the girl's parents. Father
met the news with anger and denial while her mother responded with false tears of concern for her
'baby girl'. The moment they were home however the fake mask of concern from her mother vanished and
plans were in the works to send the child away. They were not 'equip' to handle her and this was
'for the best' or so that was the story told to any friends or family we inquired about the young
girl. For the next 9 years rabbit spent her time nearly alone and lost in a world of technology and
imagination. Her only 'friend' a young man in another institution she had been introduced to in a
social experiment via the internet and web chat. The troubled young man was named Richard Shaphen
and other than Saoirse the young man communicated with no one. The institution her parents sent her
too was of course the best that money could buy but they never visited or called. To them she was
dead which in the long run was a benefit to them all. She was a well behaved child but did not seem
to respond well to the treatment she was given. While her academic skills were nearly off the charts
her social interaction and speech therapy took much longer. Saoirse seemed more content with her
life other than the sessions of social therapy where she was forced to leave her computer, her books
and the safety of her room to mingle with others. At first she showed promise of adapting but after
a few run-ins with some of the more violent children housed there she withdrew into herself even
more. When her sessions with the doctor did not go the way he thought they should she was denied
access to the computer lab as punishment and so she sat and watched, watched and learned. In very
little time she could sneak her way into and out of just about anywhere. The guards were lazy when
it came to the night watch and she was one who slept very little. One night as if a light switch
went on in her head Saoirse simply up and vanished. Using her computer skills and rather adept skill
of pick pocketing she unlocked the cargo elevator and swiped the pass of a guard who had set his
jacket down before tipping into the stairwell for a smoke. Guided only by her watch and a small hint
of what the outside world held the young woman bolted. Little did Saoirse know that her progress
from nearly day one had been under the microscope. The benefactor of the small but private school
had been keeping his eye on the gifted child. As she ran across the well manicured laws of the
school she was followed.
Her flight sent her in the direction of the downtown area dressed in nothing more than her PJ
bottoms, a white tank top and tennis shoes. It was not long before she stumbled on danger and found
herself cornered in a rather large park. Frightened and completely lost it never came to mind that
she could scream for help. The lights were too bright, the scents of the city far to intense, and
the noise like base drums pounding in her head. The group of drunk and board young men had no idea
the mental aliments that the young woman suffered and even if they did it would more than likely not
have spared her. running for her life she wanted nothing more than to go home. The screams did not
come until rough hands closed down around her upper arm. Closing her eyes her free hand lashed out
with her fingers curled into claws. Once twice three times her nails met flesh before a pain like
she had never experienced exploded through out her head. She opened her eyes to see the world
through a haze of red as blood flowed freely from the cut to her scalp as she was tossed to the
ground and rewarded for her struggles with a kick to the head. Small thin hands rose to fend off
more attacks but were no match for steel toed boots. After a pounding and being spit on she found
herself flipped over onto her belly and her clothing being torn away. She had no idea what was going
on but was thankful that the fists and feet had stopped flying her way. It was not until she felt
thick fingers stab at her female parts that Saoirse started to struggle again and then as suddenly
as if it were all a dream the weight behind her was gone. Closing her eyes she scrambled into a
corner and sat on the cold pavement with closed her eyes. Sounds of screams and the sickening crunch
of bone breaking was more than she could take, leaving her to curl into a ball and rock back and
forth. It was how the police found her an hour later with 7 bodies broken and quite dead scattered
about her. One body in particular had suffered the most damage. The would be rapist had been gutted,
had most of his major bones broken and his penis removed with a strong yank. The others had simply
had their throats cut.
The next year was a realm of nothingness for Saoirse. Having turned 18 her parents cut off funding
but she was allowed to stay through one of the main contributors to the facility. One evening after
the medical staff had written her off she received a visitor. The man that walked into her room was
tall and towered over her as she sat in the corner of her sky blue room.
"Poor little girl lost. I have been watching you for so long and now I think you are ready."
It was all her Sire a Mr. Hayes said before simply picking the young girl up and walking out. it was
not the first time something of this nature had happened at the hospital and it would not be the
last.
The embrace was a sock to her system and was just what Saoirse needed to jerk her from her living
comatose state of being. Strangely, aside from the pain of the embrace and the knowing hunger for
blood her un-life has moved along in the same direction as her mortal. Much to her Sire's
frustrations Saoirse did not adapt to the way of things in the least. She refused to hunt and lived
off of the blood of her Sire forming a strong and powerful bond. The new sensations of 'love' never
sat well with her and Saoirse tried her best to push the emotions caused by the blood bond away. No
matter how the kindred structure is explained to her she dose not get it leaving her Sire stuck for
hours on end (when he allows it) answering a flurry of questions. Perhaps this choice had been the
wrong one. The young woman seemed far to trapped into her own world or so her Sire was convinced.
All that changed the night she rose in a panic. Her screams echoed off the walls of her Sire's haven
that seemed to never end. After three consecutive nights of the same behavior it came to an abrupt
end leaving her Sire to rise with the wide eyed childer staring down at him. When asked what she was
doing and why she was there Saoirse simply answered...
"I wanted to see you peaceful one last time before they killed you."
Cryptic as it was her voice held no malice or even emotion. As silently as she had slipped in she
left his room. Not sure how to take the message her Sire became paranoid rarely leaving the haven
and treating his childer as if she did not exist accept to question her now and again about her
message. She did not know who she knew, when his untimely death would happen, or by who's hand but
she was convinced it would come to past. One evening nearly a year later Saoirse was awakened by yet
another prolific dream of her Sire's demise. This time her urge was not to warn him but to RUN. The
Sensation pounded at her and in panic she fled from the haven. Her flight lead her to the only place
she knew has home the institution. Instead of breaking out she found herself breaking in. For a week
she lived in the basement and an old bomb shelter haunted by violent images during her sleep and her
waking hours as well. The bond had been broken that first night and the impact had been traumatic
leaving her to fall deeper into her own world. When the dreams ceased Saoirse ventured out in search
of her Sire. When she reached the building that was his haven she found it burnt to the ground and
all traces of the man who had embraced her gone. Surprisingly enough there was a car parked along
the street with a woman sitting behind the wheel. When Saoirse looked about confused and seemingly
lost the woman honked her horn and motioned the girl over. She introduced herself as Miss Luna Moon
a friend of her Sires and someone charged with her care should something happen to him. Her
questions about what had happened to Hayes went unanswered and she was informed that it no longer
mattered, and so a chapter in her life closed and a new one has begun.
Under the loving and patient hand of her Sire's former retainer Miss Luna (real name Dna Milis)
Saoirse found a way to adjust to her new world. A powerful Mage with a talent for Mind the woman
aided the young kindred on managing her mental disabilities that only seemed to be made stronger
thanks to the blood of the kindred. Over the next 3 years they worked in conjunction with one
another Miss Luna supplying knowledge and mental stability while Saoirse provided blood. A new home
was found in the large city of New York with both could comfortable get lost in the crowd and live
their lives. Once stable Miss Luna started to gather her former Master's belongs that had been
scattered around to safe locations after Saoirse's proclamation of his impending death. Books, small
relics, scrolls and knowledge flooded in. 4 Corner's Books and Crafts was established and thrived
both on the internet and a brick and mortar store.
Once again Saoirse awoke in the middle of the night with a nightmare but instead of her sire's face
going up in flames it was Miss Luna. Frantic and in a panic Rabbit went I search of her friend only
to find her gone. Alone the young Malkavian does her best night to night to keep her Sire and
friend's dreams of knowledge alive by manning the store but it is a struggle. Using the internet she
has reached out to professionals, teachers and doctors in the hopes of finding some way to cope with
the day to day struggle that is her derangements.
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Rabbit is what other kindred call a "Farmer". She does not feed from humans or other vampires but animals.
She has a 'pet' a rather large cat names Mr. Thomas who rarely leaves the bookstore. Found as a kitten Rabbit found him in the gutter dying after being hit by a car. She fed the thing her blood and has been doing so for years now. The cat is a huge yellow tabby that Rabbit insist is simply a Main Coon to explain away his massive size. most shrug it off and simply enjoy the sight of the large feline but other kindred (especially the Nos) will know that feline is ghouled and its size is due to that.
