Ana Dinescu
Name: Ana Dinescu (Very few know her by this name)
Alias: Nexxus
Sire: Nichita Grimaldi (Descendant of the Romanian Legacy Foundation)
Clan: Tzimisce
Gen: 7th
Nature: Traditionalist
Demeanor: Masochist
Brief History:
Ana Was born in old Romania, when Kings and Queens ruled their countries, when Lords had Castles amongst the cities, and when peasants fought for their meals.
Ana’s mother died while giving birth to her, and in her country that was a horrible omen. An omen meaning you were no other than the child of the Devil himself. It meant that Ana’s father would be forced to kill her to save the town. But he just didn’t have the heart. Instead he locked her away inside of his hut never letting her out, keeping her there for her own safety until she was old enough to leave on her own.
As the years past by her father grew fonder and fonder of her. Though it ate at him, it ate at him that her beauty and intelligence seemed far to superb for a peasant girl. He didn’t want to believe it, but without a doubt the towns people were right. She was the daughter of Satan. There was no other explanation. He needed to find a way to be rid of this child.
Soon his prayers were answered. That evening the lord cam down from his castle upon the hill, to collect the overdue payment Ana’s Father owed.
Ana watched the yelling and the throwing of furniture through the crack in the walls from the bedroom.
She watched in disgust as her father pleaded and begged for his life before the Lord. The with hatred as her Father opened the door offering her to the Lord as his payment.
As Ana was being taken away to the Castle she spit on her father forever condemning him into darkness for what he had done
You see only the finest humans have the honor of becoming Tzimisce. Even being their ghoul takes years before they even consider the act of change. Its all in ritual and preparations. But to raise a child, mold it into the perfect human to make an even more perfect Tzimisce. To him, that was a perfect plan.
She was only 5 when He took her away.
The Lord who molded her, in his eyes, as the perfect Tzimisce.
