Name- Gemma Anderson.
Date of Birth- August 18 1740
Date of Death- October 4 1768
Gemma Anderson wasnt the name she had been given at birth, just one of many she had had over the centuries, and her latest name. Her family had taken a ship from England to the American colonies, like most families, looking for a new life, new opportunities. Her parents were traders, and made quite a life for themselves, and had such high hopes for their first daughter. They had settled in Boston, supplying the British army during the seven years war. They had wanted her to marry a promising Lieutenant in the British army, but she had had her eye on someone else, a newcomer to the city that intreagued her, knew the ways to coax her in, sneak her out, and late one night, told her what he was.
She had panicked at first, and tried to run, but didnt get too far before he had caught her, drained her, then had her taste his blood, feeding on him to complete the embrace. She didnt know what had happened to her, not until strangers bundled her into a carriage and took her to one of the cities most influential citizens, did she find out the truth, that she was now a vampire, something that couldnt be undone. She could have no contact with her family ever again, never, something that caused her more sorrow. Her sire was a newcomer, a Toreador who couldnt control himself, and for that, he was executed as only a Kindred can be. She had been spared on orders from the cities Prince, and given a chance to prove herself, to prove that she could be a good Kindred.
She had been moved out of the city, to a place where no one she knew could find her, and her education had continued by those of her new clan. She had moved up the ranks, taking on more responsibility, and embraced her first human 40 years after she herself had been embraced. She felt pleasure when she embraced someone with a gift for music, or dance, or any creativity that couldnt be allowed to die with its owner. Embracing her clans nature, she worked to add numbers, and in 1950, moved to the city of New York to become the cities Toreador Primogen.
Taking over ownership of a strip club, the Cat Scratch, she ran it efficently, building up its clientelle, the girls, everything possible to turn it into a success in the city, welcoming any who came, be they human or Kindred. She looked after her girls, stepping in when she had to, content to run the club and nurture creativity while the Ventrue ran the city.