Veneficus

Power? *chuckle* You dare whimper to me what true power is? You have no idea what power feels like, to feel it surging through your body, to hold it in your hand, to know that you posses it with but a thought. But even that is but a glimmer of true power… it is indefinite, restricted only by your own limitations… *gets a far off look in her eyes* -

Veneficus Outcasted by her family, and without friends in high school, Veneficus's childhood was a lonely one. The one means of expression she had was to paint and draw… even though her family, as practical as they were, disapproved of her career choice as an artist she paid little heed because they rarely approved of anything she did. Coming from a hispanic family with her older brother as a conservative role model she has little respect for any of them, in fact other than her slight spanish accent and the few things she did learn from them she try to has nothing to do with them. Throughout college life at Xavier she made a few friends, excelled at her art and actively sought out ways to expand her ability as an artist. Though this did not take up all of her time, the remaining time she had she spent role playing AD&D with the few friends she did make. After graduating from college she moved to Georgia with a friend and had high hopes of creating many works of art and selling them to appreciative art fans. Unfortunately reality had other plans for her, as she spent the next 5 years in Georgia barely making ends meet she became depressed and extremely discouraged… finding little comfort in her ability as an artist she still managed to role play with a couple friends and attend some AD&D conventions. Becoming more involved in her fantasy life than her real life she found an intriguing interest in the occult and found more kindred spirits at conventions. It was at one of these conventions she was approached by a strange man who seemed interested in her occult knowledge and wished to purchase one of her paintings. Eagerly Veneficus accompanied the gentleman only to find herself walking through death's door into the welcoming arms of the vampiric curse. She had trouble adjusting at first but quickly found the potential she now held, with her new found strength she tried to expand her art but found that with her life, her artistic creativity also died. This fact was difficult to accept and she moped, lifeless for quite a while before her sire showed her the power of disciplines, Thaumaturgy and what it meant to hold power as a Tremere. She immediately responded positively to this and accepted everything he had to teach her with a lust for more. Unfortunately she did not get very far in her studies before a Sabbat invasion burned the chantry she was residing in to nothing but ashes… she managed to barely escape but did not have the time to save anyone else, not even her own sire. She frantically hid from the Sabbat until she had the opportunity to escape out of town… she had heard that other Kindred recently had sought haven in Baltimore and decided to introduce herself to the Primogen there…

-At the core of raw power is raw passion