Born Anna Smith in the south of England in the late seventies, the young Anna soon realised she didn't fit in with her family. For one, they were ex-hippy stock and were still trying to live off the land and be excellent to each other. However Anna... Didn't see the point. A high IQ led to fast boredom, and her parent's laid back attitude did nothing to feed that insatiable curiosity. And so, with no real toys to play with, Anna started to make her own fun. At around the age of six, this fun took a rather sinister turn.
Naturally sociopathic, the child started by experimenting with animals she could catch. Small creatures, leading to tame cats all found their time prematurely ended by the curious child. And then one day, she heard of 'fostering'. Not two weeks later, her parents perished in a terrible accident, a fire, that the child barely survived herself. The social workers worried about the affect the tragedy seemed to have had on Anna. Especially as her main reaction was; "They'd been boring anyway."
And so, after some time in an orphanage, the child was placed in a foster home. Then returned after an unfortunate incident with their pet dog 'Ruffles'. And another home, and another, till finally an American couple came and selected the child, now eleven. They believed that Anna needed a change of scenery, and isn't it a lovely thing to do to give an older child a chance? So, after a rather nice donation for the time, Anna left and moved to the states.
In the years that followed, boys and school actually managed to keep the young sociopath interested. She got wise about her experiments, joining the science club that allowed her to run tests on frogs and such with impunity. She tried sex when she was able, finding it fun, whilst it lasted, but nothing more than that. People were used and discarded as they were needed, theft was a diversion, nothing more. And still that mind ticked over, looking for the next 'exciting' thing.
At 21 and in college, it's only a year before the millennium and Anna has, since she begun dying her long hair green (just to see what would happen of course), now officially changed her moniker to Absinthe. It fits, she likes the idea of the hallucinogenic properties and has taken to the affectation of only drinking that when out with her current group. Friends would be far too strong a word, but they can be interesting now and then. And at least no one gets too upset when she steps up to the largest man in the bar and calls him out. Even less so when she wins.
And it's later that night, after she's bid the rest of the group farewell and is sitting under a bridge, sipping from that green bottle that the night -truly- took her. It was fast, brutal and efficient. And she never knew why. When Absinthe wakes, she's in a tomb, with nothing but a small letter that explains what she now is, what she has to avoid. And the final line brightens the new Kindred's face "Have Fun." And she does.
should be part of moves through the back districts of America. Picking up hangers on, swapping her blood for their loyalty. Taking their blood and leaving them behind to cry and mewl when she's bored of them. It's a group, not friends, just hangers on. Her own henchmen in her very own super villain movie. And it's fun. And fun is good.
Absinthe, with no real knowledge of the society she
Of course there's run ins, and the sociopath either talks, fights or flees her way from these. Often letting the henchmen fall whilst she makes her escape, just like any good villain would do. Until years later, on roaring bikes they enter Reno. A city of possibilities, lights, debauchery, blood... Fun!
And it was, for a while. The little hellion made a name for herself, even carved out a territory and took over a slice of the underground action. She'd picked up some learning on her situation, avoided the real ties into any of the so called 'Covenants' that tried to recruit the vicious goblin. And then Then things got boring. Complacent. Easy. Absinthe grabbed the closest group of Hallucinogens, left some fire-crackers to toast the lab she'd set up and hit the road again. Looking for something new, something untamed, something Like Fallcoast.