Name: Samantha Emerson III Clan:toreador
Int:2 Str:1 Appearance:3
wit:2 Dex:2 Manipulation:3
Per:1 Sta:2 Charisma:1
Skills: Stealth1 Survival1 Persuasion1 subterfuge1
Disciplines: Presence2 celerity1 auspex1
Generation: 5
Willpower:5 (As per GM)
humanity:9 (As per GM)
Description:
Bio: I was 26, A typical spoiled trust fund kid. I had a degree in business that my dad bought me. Drove a Mercedes AMG GT S with the full option package my dad got me. Life was easy and the doors were always open. Untill recently, I went to a after party for a fashion show in Milan. There was this guy who was a designer and when my eyes met his it was over. I don't remember munch because he spoke very little and I had my own little party going on. He was very close to me. He said a word and I followed him to his Rolls Royce. His driver was waiting with the rear door open and once we were inside the world started to spin.
I awoke to see myself still clothed and in a bed a little bigger then my own in our summer home. It was still night, and without warning a maid came in and asked if I needed anything. "Yes I need to get out of here."
The maid laughed, "Oh madam you are going no where until Mr. Millia says you can."
"No I'm leaving, NOW." I proceeded to walk over her if need be. With a simple wrist lock the maid grabbed Samantha and forced her to the floor. "You will not leave this room if he does not wish it."
(Over the corse of the flowing year Samantha would be blood bound and forced to learn her new roll. The spoiled little girl was dominated out of her and a completely adult persona was put in its place. She was a cash cow for Millia siphoning all of Samantha's trust funds into his and in return nothing. Samantha told her parents she got married and was living in Santa Monica, they express their displeasure and cut her off from everything. Now with no funds and her social life ruined by her exclusive night life. Samantha is learning her true role in the unlife.)
@Prometheas How is this for a start?
