Well crap, I've been calling her Victoria, she's actually Vanessa. Oops. Maybe she uses Victoria as a nickname.
Look: Lithe, Calculating Eyes
Stats: Hot -1, Cold 2, Volatile -1, Dark 1
Moves: Hex-Casting, Sympathetic Tokens, Bide My Time
Hexes: Illusions, Ring of Lies
Sex Move: After sex, gain a sympathetic token (which can also be used as a string). They know about it. It's cool.
Darkest Self: Hex with impunity, revel in the power, and laugh as you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight!
History: Vanessa grew up in a house that was dominated by a man that could only be described as 'an asshole'. The kind of guy who thought that giving women the right to vote was the beginning of America's doom. He was also a devout Jehovah's Witness, and the Sundays drove Vanessa mad with boredom and absolute hatred for the Christian faith-all denominations. Her mother was no help-she silently agreed to her husband's beliefs. Thankfully, Vanessa was the eldest of four children, meaning that most of the time, it was the younger kids in trouble, and Vanessa could be alone for a few hours.
She became a Wiccan almost out of spite for her father, thinking it would be the most blasphemous religion to join. However, the longer she studied the path, the more she agreed with it, finding an inner peace she had been lacking for most of her life. Her father could rage all he wanted-he could not shake the serenity she had gained.
Of all the people in her life, Vanessa loved her grandmother, Sarah, the most. Even though she approached her upper 60s, she was still quite active, with very few health problems. And if Vanessa's father, Charles, feared anyone, it was his own mother. "I tell you, I never raised that boy to be the way he is!" She would say. With her Southern accent as soft as melted butter, she would regale Vanessa with tales of her youth. She was a hippie back in the days of free love, a protestor against the Vietnam War, and had taken many lovers-both male and female-before marrying and having Charles, her only son. "Never let anyone tell you that things are just the way they are-do somethin' about it." That was always Sarah's favorite advice.
One day, Vanessa was cleaning out Sarah's attic, and found a mysterious, leather bound tome. Within, she found the familiar tenets of Wicca, but she also found more. She found magic. Unwittingly, she tried to cast one of the spells upon herself. She felt nothing, so she figured nothing happened. But later, when Sarah asked her if she found anything interesting, she found herself unable to lie and say 'nothing'. She told Sarah about the book, and Sarah's face paled. "Oh my, I know that look on your face...You girl, you have the gift."
It turned out that not only was magic real, Sarah had once been a Witch, long ago. "I remember my old days with the Coven. We all swore an oath to each other, to bring no harm to others, no matter our temptations. We strayed, of course. Some days we would hex whoever we damn well felt like. But we always made up, and our hexes never did too much harm. Now me, I ain't got the gift no more. I can't work it like I used to. But I can teach you...if you swear that same oath. Remember child, no matter what power you have, this power ain't for hurting others. Right wrongs, help who you can, but never, ever strike first. Do you understand?" Vanessa swore to the oath, and began a much more educational class...
A year later, Vanessa graduated from high school, and was now a full fledged Witch. She graduated on the Honor Roll, and with the unknowing respect of every student-she had hexed every school bully to see demonic visions whenever they tried to abuse some poor kid, and she had gone so without revealing herself at all. Now afraid of this mysterious avenger, the bullies and jerks of the school had shaped up quick. She told Sarah of this, and she laughed. "Now that's what I want to hear my girl doing!"
Now she's come to this small town, this small Academy, to further her...mundane education while enhancing her magical power away from most prying eyes. Plus it gets her away from Charles. Little does she know what this place holds for her...
Now, I am open to discuss who I have tokens for (I get two for free) and who gets a free String on me for finding me rifling through someone's stuff.