I was born in Austria in 1934 so that would make me almost 78 years old since my birthday is on November 11th. I was born into high nobility and lived very well until I was about five. World War II had started by then and well, my family was in real trouble cause certain people didn't like my "race" that much. My country was raided and I ended up having to leave with my parents... or that's how it was supposed to end up. Plans are only set to be broken though, right? Before we reached a ship to get us the hell out of there, since the Germans didn't have that great of a navy, a single bullet came in through the window and hit my mother in the head, killing her seconds after. No other shots followed that one, however. I couldn't really believe it and that's an image that will probably be forever burned in my memory. My father tried for about twenty minutes to get me away from her body once we reached the port that was getting us out of there. It was the year of 1940 and I cast the last glance I've ever taken back to my country before stepping onto that ship. We left and worked our way through the waters. We were on the sea for a hell of a long time, teleporting is much more convenent I've found out. We finally reached New Orleans in America, where we knew we'd be safe. My father bought a nice house and all and I went on to go to school. At first it was to make my mother proud of me, but after a while, school started to get easy and boring, just as boring as working for Set. I went all the way through high school and, a few days after my graduation, my father was assassinated by some asshole. After my last living memory of my mother left, I saw no reason to go on to college and soon after hit the streets instead. I had always kept my "delusions of grandeur," as people liked to call them, from when I had been within the high nobility. One day I was sitting outside of some insane asylum talking to someone who refused to believe that I was worth anything at all when the head of the asylum called me in for a few moments to talk to him. I was about 25 at the time and sick of the bitching, so I agreed to it to just get away from the woman. The guy took me to his room and there I figured out about vampires about two seconds after he bit my neck. I became a Malkie and after that and after my sire taught me a few things, of course, I turned around and left, but not before staking him and leaving him out for the sun for what he did to my superior self. I went back to the streets and got by with my knowledge, using my family's funds to live off of. I still had a nice house I could resort to if I ever needed to. About 20 years later or so, I met Naida Tario, my closest friend. We stayed together and made trouble and I ended up telling her about vampires about 4 years after I met her. Not too long after that she joined our ranks by someone that I do still need to hunt down. He ditched her and we got by until I met Danielle. After picking on some asshole by the name of Jaszt for a while, making a complete fool out of him in the process.... No, sorry... couldn't make him one, he already was one, Naida and I were thinking about the Setites and their growing power. That's when I found out about that entire battle and gained the potions needed to turn us into Greater Vampires, after Miller had already caught Naida once. After that, well, a lot happened, including the Setites turning me evil once and Eternity turning me evil for a while. Both times it was Naida's friendship that got me the hell out of there. So here we stand today, I as an aunt of all things. Though that child's father won't be standing much longer if I have it my way. I suppose that would conclude this and now I must rid myself of your inferior presence.

So we're okay
We're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together, then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
-Indigo Girls

Some never go crazy…what truly annoying lives they must lead.
-Charles Bukowski