Astratel (Astra) Morgana VanHelsing

Aka Ellestra Crystallis, Astral Walker.

I The Past

She was born Ellestra Crystallis to her mother, Mystrahe. No one is really sure what year it was, and it no longer seems to matter. She had two aunts,and her grandmother and her greatgrandmother to raise her. And her cousin Dayton. They were a family of witches. Her father was her grandfather, who raped Myste when she was 16 in the hopes of getting a son that her mother and aunt couldn't give him.

For Elle it wasn't important, until her grandmother and aunt killed him, and their selves one night. Her mother was the oldest, and took in a man who had just appeared one night to take care of their family castle. She didn't care, she was only 3 anyway. The man who they took in made her Mom act werid. She started being only up at night, and she didn't eat when She did.. But she still had cousin Dayton.. and Dayton made pretty butterflys that watched her play, so she felt she was rather well off.

Then her Auntie Nighttera started acting funny too. Mommy told Cousin Dayton to take her away. she didn't like that to much either..but she went. Dayton took her to a small mannor on the outskirts of her family's land. They lived there for a while. When she was 16, a messager came from the castle. Her Mom had vanished with nighttera, after 'tera tried to kill herself and her twin sons. Elle didn't know quite what to do with herself when Dayton told her to stay put for a few days while she went to the castle.

While she was gone, a man came to the mannor house. Astra took him into the parlor thinking he was a friend of Daytons. He said such pretty things to her, things no man had ever said to her. How her brown hair, even bound up to her neck in braids was beautiful. She toko it down for him.. and that lead to him kissing her neck, soft little kisses.. then he bit her..

Elle knew what happened then. She became like her mother. She went to the Castle, barefoot with her hair still down to her shoulders. The man who had bitten her had left soon after, saying he would return for his prize. She didn't want to be there when he came back.

When her cousin found out, she was furious. Astra's aunt Juri was now the only one who could carry on their family bloodline, and she was dying of some werid diease. Elle found herself being told how to follow her mother.. who had gone to visit some of her own kind. Elle followed, only to met a 'twin' of her mother in Celtic, and an uncle in Atlas.

After a year she left to go find her mother. Instead, she found the man who sired her. He was in something called the Sabbat. He saidshe wasn't Elle anymore, but Astral Walker. So she became his childe for real and learned his ways. She hunted, killed and slaughtered, and she liked it. Her sire made her hate hermother, who had left her alone. So she killed to banish the happiness she saw in childrens faces to their mothers, then the mothers and the fathers.. No one deserved to be happy.

She found a man named Jonathon. He was lost and searching for his mother, who too, had abandoned him at a young age. She claimed him as her Darkness and together they hunted kine and kindred alike. One night, they were hunting when they found a girl crying over her newborn baby. It looked like a still born. Astral, for hte first time, felt a pang in her chest, she claimed the girl, who was only 17, for her own. And so her Prophet was born.

Prophet scouted out cities, and they started hunting for prey that wounded others like the ones that hurt them.

They journeyed all over the world. It wasn't until they came to greece that they met the dark skined . Astral liked her quiet way of killing. She just called herself "Sister" and that of course got shortened to 'Sissy.'

Their life was simple. Keep on the move, never settle and kill. Astral was their leader. They picked up more along the way with similar backgrounds: Gavin, Ashe, Nathaniel, Elizabeth and Blair. They finally settled down in the new world. They had taken a particularly easy chapel for their own.

Astral was perched on the alter slinging her feet absently against it. Darkness was crouched at her feet filling his claws absently. Prophet had taken the last of the crosses and started burning it out in the cementry behind the church. Sissy was silent in the shadows, her arms folded and a frown on her features. The 'Twins' Blair and Nathaniel were playing pattycake with the last of the priests still alive. An Old bearded man who's mouth they

had to tape when he kept chanting some werid crap. Astral didn't like him, and if the others hadn't expressed intrest in playing with him, she would of killed him hours ago. As it was, most of the pack had gorged on the blood.

She herself was wearing a white blood splattered corset and a skirt that had been torn in many places so that her pale legs were showing. Her hair had turned silver some where along the way, she couldn't remember when. Did she have someone dye it before they died? some tremere wasn't it..? Oh bother, she just couldn't remember. She was colorless but for her voilet eyes.

Darkness stood abruptly, and Sissy wasn't very far behind. "Someone's here." Darkness growled, flinging the knife he had been using to file his claws with away. "Twins, Up. Stop screwing with the old freak." That was the last Astral would hear. Sissy plunged the room into silence. She slid off the alter, only to have to 'things' grab her. Mortals. She felt their heartbeats against her flesh. She knew she screamed her battle cry before they plunged the stake into her chest. How did they know where her heart really was? Ah well, suddenly the world was loud again. She couldn't see Sissy, Prophet, the twins, Anyone. Then she saw Darkness, fighting for all he was worth against these guys in weird robes. Some sort of priest? Shit. She knew taking a temple had been a bad idea.

She watched helplessly as Darkness fell, his last action to reach for her. For the barest of instants, Astral realised what she had lost in not following the path that she started. Then it was to late. He lay before her.. They hauled her to her feet and yanked the stake out of her. She gasped, blood spilling from one corner of her mouth. Voilet eyes looked to take in her precious children.. one and all, sister, brother.. in a way they were her children.. She watched as one of the humans butchered Nathaniels body. She tried to turn her eyes away, to show them none of the blood tears sliding down her cheeks. They had no mercy. They were speaking. she could no longer hear them. She lost so much.. but this... this was just cruel.

Suddenly her body was rigid, and it wasn't from her command or wish. Terror gripped her past the horror of watching her friends start to be killed one painfull stroke of a rusty sword at a time. Voilet eyes widened as she stared at the old priest. He said something about her pitying him, wishing him for a quick death... so he would give her life. Life to help society fill the debt she was given. She would never kill a mortal again. And she could only kill when there was no other way to survive. She would survive... Until someone saw fit to kill her.

Or if no one discovered her. Astral's body filled with a mindnumbing pain as she reverted to the size of a mere babe. Her mind tried to grasp her family, so she could remember them always. But that to was lost. She couldn't kill, she couldn't feed, she couldn't hunt, and she had to repay her debt to society. The final words of the Priest hit her hardest however. She could 'never' harm a child again. If she saw harm being done to any child, of any age, she was to interviene with her life.

Then. She knew only that she was cold, hungry and wet.

Childish memories surface. A new life. Her mother, warm and soft, she always smelled like Roses and a warm crackling fire. Kawy who always smelled like the beach. Raz who smelled like dank spaces and old books. These were the things she clang to when she was a child. A warm hug, soft words whispered over her head as DaDa Raz read her stories about far away places with princess and princes, Kawy's pretty eyes watching her as talons like abird's did their landry. Her life was filled with simple pleasures. Warm afternoon walks with myste, learning herbs and picking berries that stained face and clothes alike.

She was about four when Mommy took her away to her new mommy. The pretty lady with the big kitty. Ace. She always smelled like fresh gardenias. Wolf however, smelled always like meed. She grew up in their house, a mortal amung Ventrue. Ace was a wonderful mother. Astra loved her alot.. even if, starting at 14, she started sneaking out of the house in mini skirts and lil teeshirts to nightclubs. Many a night Simon snuck her back into the house and got her into her PJ's before her mother noticed.

It was on her 21st birthday that Wolf brought her back to the kindred population. And at "25" she met and fell in love with Jakuu, who shot her in the thighs when she first met him. At 35 she found Darkness, SIssy and Prophet. She left Ace and Wolf to go seek out a new pack for her and Jakuu. Ace didn't know she was slowly going Sabbat, for that was Jakuu's alignment. She would just vanish.. and then come back one day. During those first days as a kindred though, wolf and her were like siblings, scabbling over Ace's attention. To bad he was a bigger, badder kindred. He often pounded Astra into a wall, then she'd go seek refudge with her secret pack. Leaving for weeks, months, sometimes years, on her own.

One day she came home, and no one was there. Not Jakuu, not Ace, Not Wolf.. not even Simon. She stayed then. Leaving her pack to fend for themselves. Waiting for Jakuu, or Ace, Or Wolf or Simon to come home. They never did. After a decade, she went hunting. Hunting for Myste. She was sure Myste would have a cure for 'no killing'. She tracked her mother alone, not telling Darkness and the others what she was doing. She found her in Vegas, for a year she harried her mother's heels. Leaving hints, stealing things, threatening. Then, Myste caught her and stole her away to the Manor house of old. She was 'taught' then the reasons why things happened the way they were, and myste did the only thing she could do to help Astra. Started giving her the keys to remember Astrals, and Elle's lives.

Astra brought her pack to Vegas, where they remain to day. She fell in love again, after Jakuu's death in Russia.. where she had last heard from him. Sure the guy was a bastard.. He had slept with Bridget. (At least, she thinks he did..) while she was gone on business.

II The Character

She was five foot six and slender. Her body moved with an unnatural grace, under the veil of silver hair which had been brushed until it writhed around her like her aura. Vivid voilet, almost black eyes studied everything in her path. Her nails were finely manicured and polished with a metalic color not unlike her eyes. Hanging loosely off her hips was a dark voilet, velvet skirt. She wore a black spagatti strap shirt that didn't quite cover her abs. All setting off her pale albaster flesh. Something was deffently different about little ole astra... Two rings decorate either ring finger. The one of the left hand is a gold band with alteranting emerald and diamond. On the right, a battered tarnished silver ring with a single diamond.

III Little known Facts:

Astra can't kill. If she sees any child getting hurt, she is compelled to help it, even if it is a supernatural creature. She drinks animal blood and refuses to touch any humanoid blood. She feels pain whenever she 'does' drink blood to survive...