Name: Vanessa Bozard
Background: The Bozard family is an old Southern family, or at least, they have quite a few roots down that way. However, after being on the losing side of the Civil War, Vanessa's ancestors decided to brave the Oregon Trail, and ended up being one of the few families who made it to the Pacific Coast. They ended up settling near to what would become modern day Portland.
The Bozards always had a slight air of mystery about them. They seemed to be luckier then others-few hardships faced the family, and what few did rear their ugly heads were easily handled. Some spoke of trafficking with demons, but they were dismissed. Most simply thought the Bozards had all the luck-and to the family's credit, they were more then happy to share their bounty with those who were less fortunate.
Time went by. World Wars-two of them-happened. Vanessa's grandfather was heavily wounded in the Pacific Theater, being wheelchair bound for the rest of his life. As such, her grandmother took charge of keeping things running-getting money rolling in and raising the pair's young child, Henry Bozard. No one's quite sure how it happened-even if you asked Henry, he wouldn't know how to answer-but Henry grew a deep resentment of his parents, which slowly morphed into a rampant misogynistic streak.
Vanessa is the firstborn child of Henry and Samantha Bozard. Henry wanted a son, however, and shortly after Vanessa's birth, her grandfather died. He's never said it aloud, but for some insane reason (then again, hate is never exactly sane), Henry blames Vanessa and Samantha for the death of his father.
With Henry being a raging (insert swear of your choice here) and Samantha being too passive and timid to do anything to stop him, it's no surprise Vanessa grew closer to her grandmother, Veronica Bozard. Veronica is notable for being one of the only women Henry is afraid of-when she tells him to sit down and shut up, he does. "I didn't raise no He-Man-Woman-Hater!" She would say. "Don't know what got into that boy."
As Vanessa grew into her teenage years, fights with her father became all too common. Whenever Veronica would hear of such fights, she would sigh and wonder where it all went wrong. She spent more time with her grandmother, helping her out around the house...until one day, she found an old book in the attic.
In every story, the hero's problems begin when they find a mysterious artifact. Vanessa had read them all. She knew the book would be trouble. But she opened it...she read it...she realized the power within the book...She tried casting a spell, and seemingly succeeded when her grandmother entered behind her. "And just what are you doing, missy?" She tried to lie, and found she could not. "I...was casting a spell?"
"Oh lord in heaven..." Veronica said, taking the book from Vanessa's hands. "Seems you've stumbled upon a few old memories of mine." "You wrote that book?" "And found out magic was more trouble then it was worth! Your grandfather introduced me to it...his mother was a Witch herself, you see. But I just...after the war, I just couldn't bring myself to use that kind of power anymore. The way my head was back then, I felt that if I tried anything, it would blow me to pieces, and I couldn't do that. Some days I wonder if things might have been different if I had, or if I had taught Henry a few tricks. Some days I'm glad I didn't!" She laughed.
"Can I..." "You want to try and learn it?" Veronica said. "On a few very big conditions, dearie. Rule 1-if I ever hear about you using this power to hurt people without a damn good reason, I'll put you to the torch myself. This-" She tapped the book "-is not a toy. Yank on the fabric of reality a little too much, you'll find yourself in a world of hurt." Vanessa agreed, and so began her lessons...
A few years later, after Vanessa almost violated the rules a few times, and using hexes to mess with her father repeatedly, her father decided to have her shipped off to the wonderful Correctional Academy for Damaged Youths. Veronica, while disappointed in Vanessa for abusing her power, gave the lady a pass for using it on Henry. "He needs to be knocked down a few pegs...now, you're gonna be on your own for a while. But remember what I told you-tool, not toy. You hold a destructive force in your hands. Make sure it's not turned on you."
And now she's here at the Academy, her head full of secrets both mundane and mystical. She's realizing just how careless people are with things that link to them, and she's not going to resist temptation much longer...
Stats: Hot -1, Cold 1, Volatile -1, Dark 2
Moves: Sympathetic Links, Hexes, Transgressive Magic
Hexes: Ring of Lies, Binding
Other: Tends to have a rather playful look in her eyes, especially when she's dealing with magic.
Use of sympathetic links in spell casting involves wrapping said link in various herbs and setting shit on fire! Additionally, her knowledge of herbs means her room smells FANTASTIC!