Kayura was born Dec. 2, 1980 in Cornwall, England near the outskirts of Plymouth. Up until the age of 13, she lived a very well brought up life. She rode horses, had two loving parents, 2 sisters, and a brother. Of course you wouldn't think the name Kayura would go in an English setting, and it doesn't. Her birth name was Isabelle Bailey, and she went by that name till about the time she came to New Orleans.
Sept. 21, 1993: Her father called her up to his study. He informed her of an "issue" he had. It seemed he lost a large sum of the family's money while gambling. He had been offered a chance to clear the debt, if he sold one of his children to a guy in the black market. The man wanted a wife, and Isabelle had caught the man's eye. She was only 13 at the time and she knew very little of love, however she did know she didn't want to sale it. It was her family...and she owed it to them though, so she agreed. That night, when the house was still. She laid in her bed and pondered. Almost, without thinking...she fled.
March 12, 1994: Isabelle snuck on a cargo plane to Santa Cruiz.
June 18, 1995: Desdemona (Ventrue), found her bony, dieing form in a gutter, huddling for warmth.
June 19-July 23, 1995: Desdemona nursed her back to health, through usage of her ghouls.
Dec. 2, 1996: Isabelle's 17th birthday was awarded the honor of being ghouled. She was delighted considering how young she was.
Dec. 3, 1996-August 12, 1997: She served the Ventrue clan faithfully and learned as much as she could about the other clans. She was even able to get her hands on pieces of the Book of Nod, once...every now and again you can here her quote it...though not word for word. (then again, she might have forgotten it *L*)
August 13, 1997: The first of the Ventrue disappeared.
August 14, 1997: Two more Ventrue disappeared.
August 28, 1997: The Ventrue Prince called all the Ventrue together, saying the Brujah anti's were killing off the great clan. The Ventrue gathered.
August 29, 1997: Ten more Ventrue disappeared.
Sept. 2, 1997: The remaining caught on. It seemed their own Prince was killing them off. They hid and planned.
Sept. 9, 1997: The remaining Ventrue and their ghouls attacked. One by one each was caught or killed, including Isabelle.
Sept. 10-17, 1997: The ghouls were burned; the vampires got their eyes gorged out, skinned, etc.
Sept. 18, 1997: Isabelle narrowly escaped as the last of the living were finally killed off.
Up to that point, life was easily listed by dates. But as time has a habbit of passing, such things as dates are forgotten as things begin to blend into one massive heep. And so, this is my meager attempt to tell the tale of Kay, after she escaped Santa Cruiz.
She managed to make her way through many states, sometimes hitchhiking, and sometimes by foot, until she stumbled into a small tavern styled bar in New Orleans. Believing she had finally put enough distance between her and the Ventrue Prince, she decided she might settle down. Fighting the addiction to her blood bond, her strength and determination grew. But her mind, frail and weak, cracked. Through her long span of running, she found a train of logic, known only to her, that twisted the truth of what had happened. She no longer believed it was the Ventrue Prince that could have done such a deed. The Ventrue were glorious and would by no means ever allow themselves to betray their own blood. So she twisted her memories so they told her it was the Brujah who had done it. After all, the Brujah were notorious for causing mayhem amongst the Ventrue. And so she lived with these lies, though they almost killed her as the truth fought to be freed.
It was a rather simple thing that had helped her though, a few well placed words at the right time...and strangely enough, it came from the very man she least expected it from. Nefarious, the leader of the Brujah. Her worst enemy. For months she had planned to kill him, though how she never decided, since it was him who spoke those words...that opened the gates of her mind and reminded her of the truth. What was it he said, you ask? "Never trust the Ventrue."
Why those words clicked, I'm not even sure Kay could explain, but for some reason they did, and they sunk deep in her mind. Her hatred for the Ventrue grew to the extreme as her memories once more became crystal clear. She wanted nothing more then to kill the Ventrue Prince, but there was a major negative to that train of thought...she was mortal.
So she continued her life, hoping one day she'd get the chance to strike revenge. And strangely enough it happened quite by coincidence. Her and a friend...her sister as she'd say, Olivia, were sparring near the bar when a dark haired gentleman approached and asked to join. Seeing the spunk, and the skill Kayura possessed he was enticed. When he found out she was human, he refused to join in, but as a sort of half way point, he offered to sire her. Kayura, skeptical about the situation, turned to her 'sister', and asked for her opinion. Olivia, already Kindred, gave only encouragement. And Kayura agreed.
Two nights later, her sire vanished, only to return in her life one more time, several years later, and only for a night. She learned to live on her own, siding closely with Nefarious, who eventually took her in. And to this night, I think, even he thinks she was his childe.
Kayura's heart began to wander however, as she wondered where exactly she belonged. She wondered if the clan Brujah truly was meant to be her clan, or if...mayhaps another. So when a man named Louis, the Toreador Primogen, offered to take her under his wing. She agreed, and she removed herself from her Brujah past, though never straying far from her friends.
Unfortunately, the Brujah blood, never drifted away, and once again she felt drawn back to her Brujah brethren. She stayed with them again, living the life of a Brujah...until she once more decided the Brujah weren't meant for her.
She moved to Detroit where an old acquaintance of hers by the name of Kaothol, a gangrel, and gained the title of Prince. Wratha had also moved there, and had asked for Kayura specifically to come with her. And so Kayura agreed. She proclaimed Toreador proudly, and even managed to learn to control the Beast that threatened often to raise....but as easily as she blended in as a Toreador...she continued to make it a point to associate with the Brujah.
Eventually Detroit fell, and everyone went their seperate ways. Kayura's was back to her second birth, New Orleans. She approached Nefarious tentavley, and asked to be brought back to his side. He was highly annoyed to have heard she had sided with the Toreador once more, but for some reason...he decided a last chance was worth it. One last chance, he said, and if she ever left the Brujah, he would personally hunt her down and kill her. And she believed him, as if God himself had spoken it. To this day, she has not drifted, knowing now where her heart stands, and where it always belonged.
She continued her friendships with other clan members. A few of which are mentioned in the 'views of others' page. I have already mentioned Olivia, but there was also Katzia (true Brujah), MeeshaJanelle(Cappadocian), and the infamous Phoenix (Lasombra). And as much as I would love to tell those tales of each relationship...the tales are far too long and complicated....
Kayura fell in love, though she had in the past...but for some reason each love ended up leaving her or dieing. The sea of names eventually all melted, and the effects are all that remain in her mind now. The first lover was Bloodsabre, Katzia's friend. Who vanished one night, never to be heard from again. There was another, who's name is forgotten, and the whole situation would have been forgotten save for the fact, Corona came from the mess. Corona, a werewolf...embraced by Kay as a gift to her at the time lover. When he left her, she grew bitter, and threatened more then once to fix the mistake of embracing such a sin. Then there was the last...Phoenix, part of her 'adoptive' family. Both were insane, and perhaps that's the reason they fit so well together...but eventually...he too left. But not before he almost killed her for threatening to kill Corona...
It's not that she regrets any of those things, or even ever leaving her clan. They were all very important lessons to her, things that help shift her into what she is today. She knows where her loyalties lay, and it's not with the Camarilla, nor with the Sabbat. Her loyalty, first and foremost is to her clan. If it happens that the Camarilla work with that in once city...so be it. If not, oh well.
Eventually Nef disappeared, and Quin took his place...but Quin was reckless, and did not have the loyalty Nef had gained with an iron fist. Quin was killed, right in front of Kay, and Kay did not bother to raise a hand to save her. Quin had had plans for killing Nef, and had shared those very ideas with Kay. And in Kay's mind...she deserved what she got.
After that, New Orleans began to fall apart. No matter how the Brujah ganged together to try and keep things together...without Nef...everyone eventually drifted...Kay stayed behind, taking over the shipyards since Nef no longer made sure the operations ran smoothly.