Rebecca Erin O'Dea's History

Rebecca O’Dea was born in Atlanta, in 1977 to a well to do family. They were not rich but they were not poor either, or close to it. Her father owned a set second hand book stores and her mother was a music professor in GU at Athens. Growing up she always had 2 things, books and music. When she was 3 years old, her and her parents were going to Atlanta for the weekend, when they go T-boned by another car. A piece of glass went into Rebecca’s throat. She could have died if a doctor happened to be driving by and saw the whole thing. She was rushed to the hospital and was saved, however it completely destroyed her voice box, and she could never speak again. She didn’t mind much, she as she grew up forgot she could ever talk at all. Her parents spent a great deal of time teaching her Sign Language. As she became a teen, her love for books changed, she started reading true crime books and mysteries. She would read books day and night. Yet she had two other loves, writing and playing piano. She got her first short published at the age of 14 time, and she never stopped from that point on. Her high years were nice ones. She has a few date with some nice guys but she really didn’t care about dating. She wasn’t boy crazy like her friends were. In College she double majored in Crimeology and Creative Writing. It took her an extra year to get both her degrees. After that, she started working for Atlanta PD as a Consultant with there Forensics lab. She also started writing Crime books, ones that were deep into how the police would solve the crime. This drew the attention of John Wright and after watching her for a about a year, decide to ask, and got the right to embrace her. That was Two years ago this past May, most of the things she loved to do she still could. She would just have to work at night, keeping up appearances. She was gifted in the fact that she still looked and even felt very human. She was in a way glad that she was embraced; she didn’t have worry about finding a husband or having kids. She would just “die” and come back as someone else in a few years. Until then she was going to enjoy the things. She didn’t like feeding; she would get blood from a blood bank or something like that. John, seeing her talent for not only as a writer but as investigator, first started working on her skills as a vampire to help her with those mental skills she already head. He had just taught her how to move faster than an normal mortal when they were asked by the elder to come to Centropolis. They said their good byes and started the move. It would take them 4 nights to get there, by car. On the third night, as they were getting to leave the Hotel, which was off the beaten path, something or someone attacked Rebecca, she didn’t know what happen all she knew is that there was a cover of darkness that blocked out any light, and then something grabbing at her arms. She heard John Shouting to run which she did and ran as fast as she could, but John wasn’t behind her. She couldn’t leave him; he was everything to her in this world now. She was his childer, and he was her teacher. She double back to find John lying in a pool of his own blood, she reached down to hold him, but John could feel himself dying, he reached into his pocket pulling out the letter from the elder and gave to her, told her to get into the car and drive to Centropolis. She did the best she could, but she wasn’t sure how to get there. It took her some time, and a lot of fears were found those nights after words. She was getting tired and hungry, she didn’t know if she could find it before she lost herself, and attacked some poor person, yet on the 4 night after the attack she found Centropolis and looked and found the meeting place of the Camarilla. Now she hopes her future can be saved in this place. She doesn’t know what else to do; she wasn’t even released yet, and didn’t even feel she was close to being ready to be released. Will they welcome her in, or kill her, not believing her story. Only one way to find out, put the car in park and walk in…