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 phrodite was kind to Vandala Ivy Ravensburg. Her beauty was incomprehensible by most. The long legs and wide hips were perfectly contrasted by a firm waist, a full bossom, and silky sun-blonde hair. Her physique was very toned. This was a trait she had acquired from her origins in life. She was a Cinderella: born to a common family, but after their death, adopted by an Amazon community. The family was simple, not really rich, but their fields spanned the the Hungarian Valley. War was common, but Vandala was never involved. When did a woman fight? But he didn't care. He was padded by layer upon layer of leather armor. He barged in that cold winter night, demanding land from Vandala's father. When he refused to surrender, the conquerer displayed his power. Vandala watched in horror as her father's body was gutted. That bronze sword cut through his flesh, and the sound of the tearing overpowered his scream. Hidden behind the heaps of vases. She watched as her mother's body was defiled. The screams echoed as her mother's life, honor, and beauty was stripped from her. The blood stained the furs on the bed. He was finished here. He had shown his worth. Ramming a dagger through the old womans heart, and throwing a torch on the roof, he claimed the land as his, and orphaned Vandala. She escaped unharmed, but was, however, naive to the world. Had it not been for them, she would be dead. If they wanted the essence of female power, Vandala was their woman. She grew up under the tight restraints of her adoptive mother, the tribal leader and queen of these Amazons. The true heirs to the throne were a pair of ungrateful and wild girls, who understood little, and cared less. Upon the passing of the Queen, Vandala helped turn the tables against the inefficient sisters, and took the crown herself. Her first action was revenge. She had escaped the mad warlord, but those visions of death, and the smell of burning flesh still haunted her. She led the Amazons into a battle against the warlord. For night after night neither side gained the upper hand. Even in the heavens Aprhodite and Aires could not contain themselves. In the end, however, the amazons fell. It was that night when Vandala fell to near death by the hand of the warlord that the change occurred. At first it was like ecstacy. The pleasure was comparable to those of men, but the guilt was unbelievable. Her disgust for the sun, her desire for death....they ate at her heart. Still blinded, she was forced to consume and deliver this gift to her daughter. Now Vandala and her daughter sat interwoven in a guilty embrace, controlled by a vicious warlord. Through time however, the restrictions would be broken. Vandala and her daughter overthrew and killed the madman, but it did them no avail. They stalked the nights of Europe for a thousand years, taking on many names, and learning the ways of the world. They both grew strong from the battles with other kindred, and fought with werewolves. But never had either garnered status, or understood the structure of the vampiric world. In the middle of the 1600's, Vandala and her daughter traveled to America, hoping to start a new order and a new life. When they conflicted in opinion, Vandala's daughter turned on her, and threw her into a torpor. There she stayed until the modern nights. With 200 years of history to make up for, and a thousand lifetimes yet to understand, Vandala set herself on a path to secure her own world. She rose in the Kindred community of Chicago, blatantly pushing her powers on all who opposed her, till she sat next to Lodin. Here she could get what she needed. But she also fell for him. She wanted him, needed him, loved him. When she was cast with the others into a city of exiles however, she couldn't understand the origin of such emotions. She fought, but submitted, if only to better understand. She now plays amongst the streets again, running a nightclub. Her eyes stalk the community, carefully watching every move. She will find what she wants. |
| Key Moment: As Blade stabbed Lucas in the back, Vandala swung her own sword at Blade. The single attack was fierce enough to incapacitate Blade, nearly sending her into torpor. |
 Ventrue Power in Portage at its height: Vandala, Lucas, and Diamond repsectively. |
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