Name:
Jasmine LaVey (Current Alias, former names being well known in circles of Toreador music critics and musicians. She tends to take names from flowers: Rose, Lilly, Lavander, Etc.)
Apparent Age:
19
Sex:
Female
Clan:
Toreador
Loyalty:
??? (formerly Toreador/Camarilla)
Appearance:
Her outfits are all black and make her look more like a Brujah than a Toreador. Ripped jeans, leather jackets, band t-shirts and spiked dog collars suit her artform, though. And they compliment her slender body in a way. But as dark and intimidating as her outfits are, they are often accented with expensive jewelery that is very flash yet still fits with the overall gothic look..
Straight black hair frames her pale face. Her skin looks soft and gentle, her nose is small, pierced in her left nostril with a garnet stud and slightly upturned. And her lips are full. Meanwhile, her eyes are an intense bluegrey, like soulless gems of ice. Her eybrows are thin and her right brow is pierced by five silver rings.
She stands 5 feet 4 inches tall, 128 lbs. Her chest is on the larger side, but she'd never make it in porn. She also has a thin waist and hips, making her look slightly underdeveloped. She'd get carded a lot if not for all the tattoos. From the neck down, she's covered in tattoos. Images of dark, demonic woodcuts, medieval scenes of witchcraft and warfare, and old heraldic motifs adorn her skin.
Behavior:
Brooding and chaotic. Moody would be a bit of an understatement. This girl seems to have constant PMS. She almost seems more like a Malkavian than a Toreador, but she isn't really insane. Yet.
In truth, she's been safe and subtle for far too long. Playing the game of the Camarilla often requires hiding ones's true nature. While she has an immense talent for that. It's taken it's toll. She has grown jaded, bitter and cynical.
Once, she was good at playing the wild thing. She could orchestrate pure expressions of dark emotions to fool the criminals, the Anarchs and the Sabbat to earn their trust. But now that darkness is real. It's eating away at her and she can't just turn it off, like she used to.
She's full of anger and despair now. But she lacks motivation and finds it difficult to care about anything outside of her music. However, she no longer seems to fear Final Death or any form of torture or imprisonement.
Background:
Jasmine was embraced in London sometime over fortyfive years ago. She was always a wild, rock'n'roll rebel. But also an extremely talented Guitarist. She's played in more underground rock and metal bands than anyone realizes. From classic rock to heavy metal to punk to gothic rock to death metal, she's left her mark on many new musicians. And music is the one constant in her somewhat mysterious history.
In 1968 her Sire sent her to Canada to help sort out clan disputes over rights and ownership at a bar where new musicians were constantly being discovered. She did decent detective work for the Camarilla. Eventually she made her way to San Francisco, Dallas, New Orleans and Chicago before being called back to England in the early eighties. Her Sire needed her to investigate a strange string of terrorist activities linked to Sabbat. Her heavy metal persona made her an ideal spy to investigate the Cainites.
This mission lead her back to the states. In New York she discovered a plot that could have devastated her Sire's city. After completing mission after mission under the guise of being an artist, she took some time off to just be and artist. She played in underground metal and goth bands across the USA. She carefully cultivated the newly emerging art of Neoclassical Shred Guitar. And she found a mortal woman who captured her heart. After years she realized that the love between them was no passing thing, no false idolatry, but pure and honest love. She petitioned her sire and the local prince and wasgiven permission to embrace the girl.
They were quite the pair. A guitarist and a music critic. Spies and infiltrators, always doing their part to aid the clan and the Camarilla. But three years ago, her childe was killed. And she hasn't been the same since.
Heartbreak has given way to apathy. The woman no longer pays heed to the rule of any sect. She cares not for the Masquerade, the politics of the undead or even her own safety. Indeed, she's come dangerously close to Final Death several times in the past three years and those who've known her seem to think that she's looking forward to the idea.
Needless to say, she hasn't been invited to any Toreador parties lately.
Training and general talents:
Fast and subtle wether on stage or on the hunt. Jasmine owe some of her quickness and precision to Celerity and Auspex, but the rest is raw talent.
Physically, she's not very strong, but she's fast, agile, graceful as well as energetic. She can keep active for long periods at a time. Socially, she's got a knack for making people like her. She's charming. Other than that, she's average socally. But Mentally she's sharpened. Her intellect and analysis are top notch, but the speed at which she processes information and responds to it which is truly masterful.
More streetwise than you're average Toreador, she's good at stealth, acting, lying, sneaking, picking locks and intimidating. She's absolutely deadly with a pistol or a crossbow, and good at jumping and dodging.
She knows how to investigate, play politics, read people, and repair musical eqiupment.
But her gift is for Music. Not only can she play incredibly fast and clean, switching from tapping to picking to sweep arppegios with technical perfection and creative flair, but she knows how read and write music, how to orchestrate and arrange songs and movements and can expound in detail upon the virtues and flaws of great classical composers and moldern rock idols alike.