Description:Woman of social grace and noble bearing. Her small stature and diminutive frame
are belied by her confidence and mannerisms. She speaks softly, with words that
indicate honor and determination. Dark hair, dark eyes, her clothing usually
very tailored and classic geared more toward efficiency of movement. She is a
beauty, but the observer will note she does not rely upon that alone. She has
confidence reminiscent of a warrior, but the intelligence to use it gracefully.
Background:Born a child of nobility in England, Justine pushed gender barriers as she grew. She was seldom content in the "approved" roles for women. Often she would tie her hair up, don men's clothings and sneak to where the boys would spar and practice combat, aspiring to be knights and warriors. She learned quickly and well, becoming quite the swordswoman. Her family despaired at her lack of interest in things more feminine. Her father became particularly irate at her constant questioning of the fact women had no rights in civil matters, and then her questioning went further to the harsh treatment of the lower classes.
Finally, siezing on the fact she was artistically inclined, they sent her to Germany, to study art and hopefully learn more of the social graces. Even there, while she tried to be attentive to the art studies, she found herself more often slipping away to local pubs and restaurants where students would gather, discussing and debating social issues in the wee hours. One evening while
in such a place she heard a man speak of social issues and the need for change. He talked of equality for all, of justice for those without means. She became interested in his teachings and sought him out as he traveled about the city to speak at midnight gatherings. Finally she introduced herself, and while met with initial cynicism from him, they soon became good friends. They continued to meet, to discuss political things, social concerns, philosophies. Eventually, the man revealed his true nature to her. He told her of his long life, of all he had seen and the history of his blood, Brujah. She was fascinated, feeling she had finally found her true and rightful place. One evening, upon her request the man embraced Justine.
She immediately shed her surname, feeling she was now a new person and the surname was a link to her past that signified subservience to a man. She traveled with her Sire for several years, known now only as Justine. During these travels, they were attacked one evening by rogues, her Sire was injured badly. She sought out help, desperately trying to find a way to get him the blood he needed. One person she knew of in the city refused to help, laughing at the plight, hoping that the "brute" died miserably. Justine never forgot that moment, as the Tremere laughed, doing nothing to help. While her Sire lived, Justine's hatred for Tremere, their pretentious and deceitful ways, and arrogance, grew stronger. Eventually she and her Sire parted, Justine setting out to continue learning of Brujah, and travelling to retrace the fabeled travels of Troile. She has developed the habit of wearing riding clothes, usually a black suede riding jacket and breeches, the only feminine touch she allows is the lacy and colorful blouses she wears beneath the jacket. She finds the usual entrapment of women's clothing non-functional and has long grown accustomed to the stares and shocked expressions of those not used to seeing a woman dressed in such a manner.
Justine is driven now, driven to see Brujah restored to its former glory. She aspires to make known the rich diversity within Brujah and to counter the stereotype that all Brujah are anarchists and rabble. She longs for vengeance, to see Brujah restored to its rightful place and glory, as the great clan of intellectual warriors. Her greatest dream is to see another Carthage, to see a city where Kindred and kine live together once more, were there is harmony and equality for all. Her travels have taken her far and wide, and now they have led her to a large port city named Tavisht.
