More laws, less justice.
-Marcus Tullius Ciceroca (42 BC)

My life probably won't seem very interesting compared with most, but there are a few spots on interest that will probably perk some attention. It's not much, I'm only 20 after all and though that may be enough time to make a life, I have a lot left ahead of me to make more out of. Even more now that I'm a vampire.

Well I was born in New Orleans as a matter of fact. My mom and dad were both cops, partners even. That's how their relationship started. They found out they were just perfect for each other so tied the knot. I was their second kid. The first was an older sister of mine. My older sister was great. She had those rebellious tendencies, but nothing too bad. We both knew better than to ever break the law in anyway too. Our parents made sure that was square in our heads. We both went to school and did rather well. My sister wanted to become a lawyer and I always wanted to become a judge. Funny how that works out, huh? But I always watched the news with my parents and saw it when people were just getting accused wrongly. My dad would always get mad at those times. Especially when the "criminal" got judged because he or she was black. Those were the worst. Sometimes he'd even go out of the house for a few moments to cool off. If he could only see the world now.

Anyway I should continue on now. I was about 13 when my parents were out on a case together and they ended up both getting shot down by a white guy with a concealed gun that no one had known he had. They had all though he was weaponless and he proved them wrong. The guy was smart too cause he got away after that. The cops were always on his tail, trying to get him for what they did. But they just never caught him. My 16 year old sister and I were taken in by another woman on the force. We were known by the force pretty well. Yeah, I even knew Landsburg and them before all of this came into play. Even knew of Miller somewhat. I can find you an old picture of Winthrop too if you're interested. But it was probably about 3 years later when this whole thing about magic and shit started to appear in police files and Landsburg was put on the case. Almost feel sorry for the woman, but hey, how else would she get to know these great people?

Well time just kept passing on and I heard more and more things about this. The woman who took me in would come home with some of the strangest tales. But it wasn't until after the Striker takeover that things really fired up. I'm just glad that Sarah and Winthrop got out of there before Heinrich did take over. The cop who had been taking care of me decided that we just needed to move out of the state. But it was in a sense, already too late.

That night, my sister went out and while Marcy, that's the woman, and I were packing our stuff up, we heard a scream outside. We ran out to find a couple Strikers had got to her and were beating her to death. Marcy got a hold of her gun to shoot them off, but she ended up getting ambushed by a couple who were there to make sure that their friends weren't killed. In their shooting of Marcy, they didn't notice me, I guess. But by then it was all over. They left and I ran over to me sister. She ended up dying in my arms.

Well in the court justice system we had before, the punishment for black men doing that to white women would probably be death. So I felt completely justified when I grabbed a gun and started to hunt the fuckers down. In this private crusade as you could probably call it, I ended up running into Las Araņas. I joined up... this was about a year or so ago... and shortly afterwards accepted becoming a vampire to try and help with my hunting. Unfortunately along with it came one of my weaknesses... that I can't go against the law of the land that I'm in. Well that, I must admit... sucked. However Las Araņas really helped me through. One by one they caught the people and took them to Tandraia where I had perfect right to just slaughter them... and I did. We even ended up getting the guy who killed my parents. I'm mostly a neutral now, I'm still with Las Araņas, but my weakness makes it such that I'm not very useful to them when in New Orleans. Having to follow the laws of the Strikers can be a real pain in the ass, but oh well. I asked for it and just people able to get the people back made it all worth it.

The most certain test by which we judge whether a country is really free is the amount of security enjoyed by minorities.
-Lord Acton

When you go into court you are putting your fate into the hands of twelve people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.
-Norm Crosby