Character Sheet: Jenny Cosway Appearance: Prelude Journal Entries:
Name: Jenny Cosway Player: Kathryn Elizabeth Montgomery Status: N.P.C. (player removed for inaction) Additional Fictionalization by Russell Wallace COLOR="#000000"> Chronicle: Santa Cruz/Vampire Nature: Survivor Demeanor: Child Clan: Tremere Generation: Xth Haven: Motel Concept: ATTRIBUTES: Physical: Strength-1, Dexterity-2, Stamina-3 Social: Charisma-2, Manipulation-4, Appearance-2 Mental: Perception-4, Intelligence-2, Wits-4 ABILITIES: Talents: Acting-3, Alertness-2, Dodge-3, Subterfuge (Finding Weaknesses)-4 Skills: Etiquette-2, Firearms-1, Lip Reading-2, Stealth (Hide)-4 Knowledge: Law-2, Linguistics (English/French/Latin/Spanish)-3, Occult (Vampires)-4, Tremere Knowledge-2 DISCIPLINES: Dominate-2, Thaumaturgy-2 RITUALS: Engage the Vessel of Transference, Donning the Mask of Shadows Backgrounds: Generation-3, Resources-4, Retainer-1, Status-2 Merits & Flaws: Anachronism (-2), Child (-3), Short (-1), Nightmares (-1) VIRTUES: Conscience-3 Self-Control-2 Courage-5 Humanity-5 Willpower-5 Blood Pool-13 Possesions: 9 mm Beretta, Occult Library Appearance: Jenny is about 4' tall with waist length blond hair in a braid and blue eyes. She always wears a navy blue or forest green velvet frock with white crinolines and tights and black patent leather Mary Janes and carries an old style teddy bear (the kind with moveable arms and legs). She carries a small velvet shoulder bag (in the appropriate color) with the initials JC on it. She is almost always accompained by a 5'8" Woman with red hair and green eyes in business attire. Background I was born in 1885, near London, England. Abbey Grange was isolated from our neighbors by a large wood and there were no other children around, so I spent most of my time with a nurse, and a governess when I was older. I had no siblings. When I was five, my aunt came to visit from America. She stayed with us for several years and we became very close. Then, when I was ten, tragedy struck. My mother and I both came down with yellow fever. My mother died after several weeks of agnozing suffering and it seemed like I would follow her. Then, it happened. It is all a haze to me know, but when it was over, I was a vampire. After my miraculous recovery, Aunt Karen took me with her to America. We went to New York, and stayed in her manor there. It was sumptous, and I stayed with her for ten years. During that time, my father died, and I inherited our estate. We returned to England to settle the estate, and were attacked. I remember walking down the hall to great our visitors and hearing Karen and them in an arguement. Something about an abomination and how it should be killed. When I realized they were talking about me, I started and knocked over a vase in the hallway. The sound alerted them, and before I knew it, they were chasing me. I ran in the woods for what seemed like hours, and managed to find a small cabin, overgrown with weeds. As I entered, they set fire to the building, and I managed to find the entrance to the basement as I was overcome. I woke up about forty years later to the sound of bombs exploding and air raid sirens. All of the noise frightened me, and it took all of my strength to resist my beast. I wandered into town, and was taken in by a young woman by the name of Cosway. Ever since that night, she has taken care of me. I realized that there was only one way to survive, and that was to make my self too valueable to kill. I have spent my time learning everything that I could about other kindred. Taylor and I are moving to Santa Cruz in order for her to pursue a business opportunity. Description Jenny is about 4' tall with waist length blond hair in a braid and blue eyes. She always wears a navy blue or forest green velvet frock with white crinolines and tights and black patent leather Mary Janes and carries an old style teddy bear (the kind with moveable arms and legs). She carries a small velvet shoulder bag (in the appropriate color) with the initials JC on it. She is almost always accompained by a 5'8" Woman with red hair and green eyes in business attire. Retainer Taylor Cosway Age: 29 (82) Nature: Caretaker Sex: Female Demeanor: Director Attributes Strength 1 Charisma 2 Perception 2 Dexterity 1 Manipulation 1 Intelligence 3 Stamina 1 Appearance 1 Wits 1 Abilities Alertness 2 Drive 2 Bureaucracy 2 Dodge 2 Etiquette 1 Computer 1 Firearms 2 Finance 3 Music 1 Law 2 Security 3 Linguistics 1 Stealth 2 French Occult 1 Politics 1 Backgrounds Virtues Merits Resources 4 Conscience 5 Eidetic Memory (2) Influence 2 Self-Control 3 Contacts 2 Courage 3 Humanity 8 Willpower 3 (I need to get a home for them and a place of work for Taylor. She is a tax consultant.) Tuesday, June 20th, 1995 12:07 a.m. We got off the bus in Santa Cruz and looked around. Taylor shivered in the cold, foggy night and I, realizing her human frailties, suggested we find some place to stay for the night. Unfortunately, the other passengers had hailed the few passing cabs and the station was closed so we couldn't call one. As we waited for a cab to pass, I looked around. I was watching the "kids" hanging out across the street when a homeless man missing most of his teeth and with a rotten smell on his breath stumbled up, asking Taylor for money. I looked at him in disgust as he bent down and leered at me. How could anyone let themselves get this way. As he wandered off again, I pondered. There must be vampires in this city, but I had no idea where they were. When I talked to Broderick about moving here, he mentioned that he thought it quite possible the city was in the hands of either the Sabbat or the anarchs, and if it wasn't, no body really knew. He only knew of one Tremere in the city, one Alexandra Hummel. He said he heard she was sent to Santa Cruz to be a token sacrifice when it fell to the anarchs because she angered her sire, Honerius, Prince of San Fransisco. I 'll need to contact her, but how? My thoughts were interrupted by Taylor. "We'd better find somewhere to spend the night." "As soon as a cab comes, we'll have them take us to a hotel, Taylor. I know you're cold, but there's not a whole lot we can do right now." "I just hope it comes soon. I don't like this place." As we finished talking, a women mummified in colorful cast-off rags approached us. Only the skin around her large yellowed eyes showed her negroid heritage. I drew back in fear as she snatched up my hand. "I will tell you your fortune child." Taylor shouted, "Leave her alone!" as she pushed the woman away. The woman stared back in horror as she spoke. "Death knows you well, child. He steps in your shadow and he wants you, though you have left his care." Taylor stood between us as she spoke again, "Leave right now, or I'll call the police." Her eyes still wide with terror, the woman retreated, pointing a finger at me. "Abomination," she whispered. Horrorified, I stared at her as she ran screaming down towards the ocean. Maybe this move wasn't such a good idea. I am not welcome here. We hailed the cab as it passed and sped away, checking in to the hotel. An inside room, of course. Wednesday, June 21st, 1995 10:01 p.m. When I woke up that night, Taylor wasn't there. I paced anxiuosly back and forth across the room while waiting for her to return. "This isn't normal for her; she's always here by the time I wake up. Where could she be? Something could have happened to her. I knew coming here was a bad idea. Oh well, there's nothing I can do but wait." I pulled a copy of _Le Morte D'Arthur_ from my bag and started to read. Several hours later, I heard a key turn in the lock. Taylor walked in the door. "Taylor, where havw you been? It's been three hours!" "I'm so sorry. I was out, trying to get the lay of the place. It's been rather tough going. I found some information, some of it from some rather seedy characters." "Well next time leave a note or something. I was, well..., ever mind. Did you take care of those things for me?" "Yes, I did. I'll handle the affairs. I presume you want something separate, but not too remote from the city? I have an appointment with a real estate agent tomorrow. You'll need to tell me how much you want to spend. Property here in California, to buy or rent, tends to be expensive." "Try to keep it between three or four hundred. Also, try and make sure it has a least one interior room." "And I placed your ad, just as you specified." Taylor pulled out a piece of paper and read, "I am new in this city and need a friend. Alexandra, please meet me on the boardwalk, near the roller coaster, at 10 pm on Saturday." She then walked over to the trash can and threw it away. "Doyou think this Alexandra Hammel will recognize your ad for what it is?" " I don't know, but it's a start." "And finally," Taylor added, "I picked this up for you. It's ready to go." She handed me a slimline phone and a bunch of other gadgets and wires. I threw it in my bag. "I meant to ask you, did you want me to arrange for getting a car?" "That's probably a good idea. Go ahead and get whatever you want. You'll have to drive it most of the time anyway. Just make sure it has a fair amount of room for other passengers. Like, a four door or something." I picked up the phone book, intending to call Ms. Hammel. Unfortunately, ther was no listing. So I called information. Again, no listing. She is obviuosly unlisted or under an alias. I figured as much." "Did you want to know what I found out?" "Sorry, I forgot about that. When you came in I was...occupied." "Well, here is a heavy gang element in town, much of it centering around the Beach Flats area as well as the Boardwalk, where a motorcycle gang calling themselves Los Diablos Muertos tend to hang out, intimidating tourists and making a general nuisance of themselves, but not so much as to draw the police down on them." "Brujah?" "Maybe, I don't know. I also tried to call some of the known Tremere contacts in nearby Monterey. No one answered, nor did any machines or ghouls answer for them. The phones were either disconnected or just dead." "Dead? Remind me to find out what's going on in Monterey. Seeing the condition of this city, it could be anything." "I didn't see any obvious signs of vampire activity but I did notice groups of large dogs wandering the streets. And large is an understatement. Apparently, they've been a nuisance the past few nights and police have plans to round them up or otherwise get rid of them." "Werewolves or some hyped up gangrel, " I thought to myself, but kept quiet. "One would normally expect that vampire activity in such a small city would be hard to come by. Which is why I was surprised when a patrol officer I used my charms on volunteered that some bodies had been found outside of homes around the city - some of them prominent homes. He wouldn't give me particulars, but he did say that most of them had had their throats cut. He was trying to warn me to stay in at nights, which is when the murders took place. I guess there'll be little chance of that, eh?" "Unfortunately, but try to be careful. If my suspisons are correct, whoever caused those murders will have no qualms about going after you." "I have a bad feeling about this place." "I know, so do I, but for right know, we just have to make the best of it." I realized in my worry, I'd forgotten about my own needs. "Taylor, I have to go out. I sould be back in a couple of hours." I left the room, looking for a "bite" to eat. Saturday, June 24th, 1995 10:06 p.m. "Taylor, I'm going down to the Boardwalk. I want to start getting some idea what's going on around here. Want to come with me?" Taylor's face broke into a smile. "Of course, I'd LOVE to come!" 'Interesting. Fifty-three years we've been together, and I never saw her this enthusiastic about amusements before. Maybe I don't know her quite as well as I thought?' Jenny wondered. Taylor paused. "Shall I call a cab? We might want to avoid running into any dog packs." Jenny nodded in agreement. "Right." The Boardwalk was crowded, people milling like cattle in a mart. Jenny was vaguely glad things like heat and sweat didn't bother her, but the noise, the garish costumes, the glaring lights and the dreadful cacophony of the "music" more than made up for it. But this was prime feeding ground. As far as blood supplies were concerned, she'd come to the right place. In fact... In fact, something was badly wrong and it wasn't too difficult to identify what. There was no sign of any other vampires or ghouls. None. Why not? The phones in Monterey had gone unanswered - or were simply dead. The word echoed unpleasantly through her mind. Something bad had happened here. If she wanted to be sure of keeping her soul attached to her body, it was time to find out what. Jenny started looking around, a carefully casual glance. Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to her - no. The bikers over there. The lipstick and the eyeshadow were much too heavy, but the face around them was too pale, if you knew what to look for. Which made the two men with her probably ghouls. And all three were looking at her. The woman raised the walkie-talkie in her hand to her lips and spoke into it. Anarchs? Or maybe Sabbat? Either way, time to go. Jenny tugged at Taylor's hand and started edging through the crowd. If they could make it to someplace they could get a taxi, while still in plain view of enough witnesses, they might make their escape. She kept a careful eye on the bikers. Too careful. Fortunately Taylor was less preoccupied. "Jenny!" The security guards were almost on them. Forget subtlety. Woman and girl broke into a run, trying to lose themselves among the crowd. Jenny quickly lost sight of their pursuers. 'If they've lost sight of us too, we might make it.' Taylor, unlike Jenny, could see over people's shoulders. "They're still following us." 'And if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.' Speaking of which, the sound of the carousel was coming from close ahead. Maybe if they could put that between them and their pursuers... Something moved, very fast, and Taylor sprawled on the ground, blood pouring from her head to mingle with the earth. A security guard stood over her. "This woman's had a seizure. Take her and her 'child' back to the Crib." Jenny made a break for it, dodged a reaching hand, and ran straight into the large black man who'd just stepped into her path. He smiled coldly as he seized her arm with a grip stronger than any mortal's. "I think we have us here another Sabbat spy." Coarse, rough cloth descended over her head, cutting off her vision, and hands shoved her roughly forward. 'They're not Sabbat; the Camarilla here must have fallen to the anarchs then!' A bit late for such deductions now, of course. The noise of the crowd started to fade as she stumbled along, and she could hear the sound of footsteps around her, occasionally interrupted by the crackle of a radio and a voice saying something in reply. After awhile, the footsteps took on an echoing quality and the air became dank and chill. Some sort of tunnel, presumably; but she'd lost track of how far she'd travelled, or in what direction. She stumbled as she was dragged to a halt, then shoved roughly into a hard wooden chair and her wrists and ankles were quickly and efficiently tied to it. Still nobody said a word to her. Time passed. How long? It felt like days in the silence and darkness, though logically she knew it probably wasn't more than a couple of hours. The ropes bit uncomfortably into her flesh despite her efforts to shift her arms and legs to loosen them slightly. At that, they were almost a welcome distraction from her train of thoughts. Many humans go through life without really, deep down, believing that it's going to end someday, and how much more so for vampires, with their potential immortality; but the grim truth of the matter was that she was very probably going to die here. The final death. Echoing footsteps broke the silence, very faint at first, then louder. Then they stopped. Jenny waited. Silence. She tried to keep her voice steady, with imperfect success. "Hello?" Silence. "Why are you holding me prisoner? I'm not a spy." More silence. Then her captor spoke, but not in answer. The voice was deep and commanding, with an edge of authority that compelled obedience. "Who are you?"
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