Kalika Mercedes Imperiale
I The Past
Born in the early 1400s. She was 24, married to a woodcutter and had a three year old son named Jonathon. She helpped her husband by being a herbwitch. She went to town every week from their hut in the woods, to sell wood that her husband carved, wood to burn, herbs, beeswax and honey. It was her son's first trip to the market. That night they were attacked by some wild beast. When Kali awoke she was alone. There was blood on her chin, and blood on her hands and neck. Jonathon was gone, and footsteps lead toward their cabin. When she got there, her husband called her a demon and wouldn't let her see her son.
He called her an abomination. Jonathon, her sweet baby boy was cowering behind her husband. He threw something at her and she just remembers running. She kept running, feeding when she had to on anyone or anything that was there. She was a wild animal. She didn't stop until she was captured one day by an upstart clan called the Tremere. She was totured for secrets she didn't know. Tortured for her knowledge of beast lore,herb lore, any lore she knew.
For three years they tortured her. She lost all sense of who she was, what she was everything. In those years she met a fellow prisnor of the Tremere. A Gangrel they were using to try to create these things called 'Gargolyes'. He taught her about the kindred world. The masqurade, the tradtions, the very ways of the Gangrel clan she learned before she was transfered down to help the apperentices in the upkeep of the chantry.
She learned she was in London England. Her face was the same tanish color, only a bit paler. She had cats eyes, talons for hands and feathers on her stomach and chest, her ears were more more pointed and furred, but not quite inhuman. She could only suspect what was her clan flaw, and what the tremere did to her for experimentation. She was fed animal blood, not worthy of kine. She stayed that way, lower then even a first circle apperntice.
Doomed forever to be a slave to a clan not her own.
That is, until after about 200 years, she was ordered to the Regent's quarters. She remembers that day as few others. She was taken from her lowly servent hood and for a chance at freedom, bound herself to wolf form. To help this woman, a friend and clanmate of the regent, retake her daughter who threated all of the cammerilla. She didn't quite understand what she was getting into when she signed the blood contact.
For three days she was bound in her form. In that from she drank the blood that was given to her and padded beside this strange woman as she made her way through London to find this skeleton man. Together, they hunted for a missing pack member.
Every night, before Dawn, when they made camp, she was forced out of her wolf form and into a humans. Together, they would make a shelter that hid them from the rays of the sun, if no inn could be found. Then they would be off again at sunset, trailling stories about a silver haired girl who left terror and destruction in her wake. After a few years, the three of them could talk without speaking, and move like they were of one body and one mind.
At towns, they would seperate to find out information on their prey. Sometimes, she went with Myste, others she would go to find her own brethern and learn what she could about her Clan. Always keeping an open ear out for the person who sired her and the silver haired girl.
One day she found out that a silver haired girl had crossed to the new world. She and the others took a boat and followed. The new world was wild, and she longed to pace the forests and run with the wild things again. Only her bond to Myste and Raz kept her chained to her sanity. She crept along with them, more wild then anything else.
The day they find Astral's lair, was the day she would change forever. She entered first, the doors were rocking off their hinges. Something had come before them. She could only guess what... Bodies in robes that myste whispered fearfully where priests robes. They both crept farther in a careful step at a time. The Church was completely destoried. Their group is the third group through this mess.. Had to be. Some of the Kindred still had their heads.
Kali scanned the room, she heard the babies wail first. It was her talons that pulled the babe from the bodies that surronded her. Bloodstained clothes fell off her body. Myste sucked in her breath sharply from her side. Silver hair curled in thin patches along the babies skull. Kali suddenly had no desire to stay. As she turned she saw the outstretched hand of one of the kindred near by twitch.
Her eyes followed the hand to the arm to the face attached to it. Now it was her turn to suck in her breath. Her voice was a hiss at his name. She crouched near the body, ripping the stake out of his chest with a friece, detirmened passion. Her son, who she thought long dead, had been sired. He looked about 25. She grasped him tightly close to her bossm. Rocking him with the moaning chant of my baby.. my baby..
That was the night she fully remembered who she was. She took her son and his pack mates with her. Besides Myste and Raz's soft protests she took the pack back to their Haven and nursed them back to Health.
Darkness, as her baby boy, was now called, growled whenever one of the trio came near, and always was claiming the baby from her crib when they weren't watching. Rocking her gently and singing softly into her ear. Kali didn'tknow what to make of this... Her son was attached to the woman who was..and now the child? She just shoko her head and just kept going. She was the most tolerent. Sometimes she would hear Raz and Darkness fighting over the
welfare of the baby, while Myste and herself just kept working to keep her a secret and safe.
She had so many enemies, this little baby, from what could of been a past life. As she got older, it was harder and harder to keep her a secret. Myste desided to send her away and foster her out to her sister, Ace and her husband Wolf. Kali's job was to distract the pack long enough to get the baby out of the area.
Darkness didn't understand. Prophet, Astra's daughter by siring, didn't understand. Sissy, the dark brooding warrior and the last surivivor who didn't frenzy or lose herself into the beast after waking from the attack and finding the mage 'corrections' in he rmind, did. She is the one who helped Kali gather the pack and lead them into the woods near Myste's Manor house for a hunting trip.
They stayed there hunting in the woods for a few days. When they returned to the Manor house, Darknses went wild with fury. He blamed Raz, for he had vanished too, for Astra's disapearence. He combed through teh house for some hint of where she went. Finding none, Kali cuold remember, he went into a pit of dispair. In desperateion, she took the pack to the forest, and all three went into volentary torpor. To awake when and if Astra needed them again.
When Myste left the Manor house to go take postion in Hollywood. Kali stayed behind to guard over the three sleeping kindred. She never did find out how Astra found her sleeping pack. NOr did she ever find out she got past their defenses and took them away. She only knew that one day, the three were gone. She went to Vegas to find Myste... and instead found a woman she could call mother.
II The Character
Kalika appears
to be about the age of twenty four, while in reality she is more likely to
be a few centuries old. Barefoot she stands 5'7", with her favorite biker
boots, she's closer to 5'9". She tends to be of a more stocky build, and
more homely then most in Vegas. <APP 3> When she is not in the safety
of her havens or one of her friends/family's, she wears mirrored sunglasses
and black, leather gloves to hide the most telltale signs of her old
clan (Gangrel.) Her ears 'are' pointed, and usually are covered up by her
hair (Obviously, not in the picture next to this) She often has slumped shoulders
and tries to stay out of the public lime light. She tends to wear alot of
black leather in the form of jumpsuits and a bomber jacket. Very rarely will
she raise her voice or take command of a situation.
III The Sheet
Player: Mew-Chu Generation: 6th
Character Name: Kali Experience:
Clan: Gangrel/Baali Nature: Caregiver
Concept: Herblist. Demeanor: Conformist
Haven: Luxor Penthouse; Dreamers Penthouse and 'Under the Cy'
Blood:
Morality Path: Path of the Devil Willpower: 9
Morality Traits: 3 Conscience/Conviction: 3
Self-Control/Instinct: 4 Courage: 3
Physical Social Mental
Strength: 5 Charisma 3 Perception 5
Dexterity: 6 Manipulation: 5 Intelligence 6
Stamina 5 Appearance: 3 Wits: 3
Talents Skills Knowledges
Performance Animal Ken 5 Academics
Alertness 5 Archery Hearth Wisdom 4
Athletics Crafts Investigation 3
Brawl 7 Etiquette 5 Law
Dodge 5 Herbalism 5 Linguistics 5
Empathy 5 Melee Medicine 5
Intimidation 5 Music Occult 3
Larceny Ride Politics 4
Leadership 2 Stealth 3 Science
Subterfuge 4 Survival 4 Seneschal
Other Abilities
Streetwise Drive 4 Finances
City Sense Firearms 5 Computers 2
Expression Blind Fighting Lores
Scrounge Fortune Telling Psychology
Snake Charming Hunting
History Vamp Cooking
Body Crafts Security 2 Repair 4
Dreaming
Backgrounds: Influences: Status:
Age (+75 -3) 3 Industry 3 Acknowledged, Cherished, Loyal from Clan Tremere, Honorable.
Elder Gen 3 Finance 2
Finance 4
Resources 2
Derangements: Merits: Flaws:
Densensitization Blush of Health (2?) Religious Symbols (Clan Flaw)
Obsession Talons (2?) (+1 Agg Damage) Feathers (N/A Flaw points.)
Memory Lapses Calm Heart (1?)
Low self Esteem
Disciplines: Rituals: Paths:
Daimoinon 3 Neptune's Might 5
Obfuscate 5
Presence 5
Protean 7
Fortitude 5
Celerity 5
IV The Family
How does she relate to the others?
Christo
Rain
Bridget
Kalika Logan Mal
Darkness
Gavin