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Lisa-Joe Hampton
« on: August 11, 2010, 12:54:54 PM »

Signed by Jake McCloud

Name:Lisa-Joe Hampton (Only for the last 300 years)
Age [appearance]:19-21
Age [actual]:535
Alignment:Lawful Netrual   

Hair: Long and red. She generally wears it down. The most common style is a series of light curls. She occasionally takes a straightening iron to it.
Eyes:Bright blue balls with large pupils.
Frame: (5\'2, 120lbs) She posses a type of attractiveness that is not traditional. Nobody would ever call her beautiful. Lisa is what you would call a handsome women.
Tattoos/Distinguishing Marks: A rose tattoo has been erected on her ankle.

Personality: Lisa-Joe is a southern belle. She behaves like a pre-civil war Dixiecrat. She speaks to others about, "The war of northern aggression" and at the same time is kind and soft spoken as can be. She tires to be a classy lady, and most of the time she is. However, being a Brujah and an Anarch has led to her being hotheaded, and losing her temper quite often. When Lisa-Joe insults someone, most people are unaware that they\'ve just been had, for true to her southern nature, she never makes it obvious. She is far older than the old south, but refuses to speak about her life before then. She is constantly caught lying that she was born in Carolina, only to be outed when she tells her age. I think I\'m the only vampire to know that she originally hails from England. She is bisexual, but says she hasn\'t enjoyed sex with men since the 1920\'s. As a result, she is predominantly a lesbian. For years she held bad racial views, but do to the fact she was rescued from her burning home by a black man, she has reexamined her preconceived notions and had become very accepting of all people. However, she can on occasion still say something offensive. 

History:  I met Miss Hampton in New York, during the 1920\'s. She was a loyal Anarch, and was off great service to the cause of making New York an Anarch haven. We didn\'t develop a personal connection, until the night Miss Hampton saved my life. The details of the ordeal, although fascinating, are unnecessary. After this instance, we became very close, and Lisa served as one of my top enforcers. Running a city was a big job, so Lisa-Joe and I rarely had time to talk about our personal lives. However, one night in my study, I convinced her to tell me her story. She started by saying she was born in South Carolina, a lie I instantly called her on. She finally admitted her true origins, and told her real history.

"I was born in London," she began. "I don\'t know who my mortal mother and father were. The man who took me in said they were bad people, who\'d abandoned me to die.  Whether he was telling the truth I will never know."

There was a slight pause before she continued her tale. Her face was stern and cold. The normal bright and happy light was dimmed at the thought of her past. "What I do know is the man who took me in was a rapist. His family name was Churchill. His first was Simon. Simon ran a bar and brothel in London\'s Black Friars. Men would come to drink, eat and fuck; they would then pack up and go home to their ugly, fat wives. Once I was eleven it was decided I was old enough to work as a lady of the brothel. However, Simon kept me for himself. I would wash the glasses, make the beds and then go to Simon\'s chamber. This was my routine until I was a lady of nineteen. I decided that enough was enough. I was tired of being his whore. My fingers bled as I washed the glasses from the bruises he\'d given me. One day I washed the glasses as usual. Suddenly everyone heard a scream come from Simon\'s chamber. One of the men in the bar went to investigate to find a dead Simon. They said he\'d been poisoned. Some men can\'t hold their arsenic. Of course, nobody suspected me. I was a sweet little bar maid."

At this point Lisa-Joe wore a dark grin, not happy per say, but evilly joyful. I asked what happened next, and after adjusting herself she went on. "Simon hadn\'t a child. Since he\'d raised me from a sliver of a thing the bar went to me, his ward. It was odd for a women to own a business in those days, but it wasn\'t unheard off. I ran the bar for less than a year before a strange woman began to frequent it. She told me her name, and we often talked of England. She said she didn\'t have a husband, or any children. Also, she never ordered a drink, and always left with either a man or a woman. Finally one day after closing, she told me I had a great fighting spirit. She then revealed she knew I\'d killed Simon. For a brief moment I thought she was going to report me to the magistrate, but as if she could read my mind, she told me that she would do no such thing. In contrast, she said how impressed with me she\'d been. The woman asked me if I believed in heaven or hell, or in the human soul. I told her that if God was real, he wouldn\'t let wicked men rape young girls, and then let the police blame the girls in question. God didn\'t exist, and neither did the human soul. At this moment the woman laughed joyfully, and clasped her hands together. The next part is a blur. Before I knew what had happened, the strange woman had sunk her fangs into my neck. I fell into a dreamlike state as she fed, and dreamed of feeling loved. When she\'d drained enough to slow the heart, she retracted her fangs and pulled away from me. The woman told me I had a choice, to die a common whore, or take the devilish power she held, and use it to rebel against the authority\'s of the world for all time. I didn\'t even have to think. I took her awesome power."

At this point in her story, I began to understand why the Brujah was the way she was. It was no surprise she\'d been fighting her entire undead life. She\'d spent her whole mortal life fighting too. I repaid the favor, and told Lisa-Joe of my human years and siring, to which she showed genuine interest. After I finished my tale, I pressed Lisa-Joe to go on with her own, and go on she did.

"I was now vampire," she stated with pride. "I awoke the first night, and looked upon the world with my vampire eyes, and saw more than a human ever sees. My Sire awaited me with a savage smile. She told me that she would only see me through my first few nights, and then she would leave me to my own device. She told me that was the way of my clan. After teaching me how to feed, rest and work on my disciplines, my Sire left me. I was on my own now, a young vampire in the dark alleys of London. I fed mostly on prostitutes, and street trash, as they were the easiest to acquire, and also the least likely for society to miss. I lived wherever I could, wore the clothes of my victims, and stayed relatively out of trouble. I lived this way during the reign of Henry the eighth and his two daughters. I rather liked Mary, for she knew how to enforce martial law. Things began to change during the days when England had no King. Cromwell\'s rule forced me to become more secretive about who I killed, and he even forced me out of my home a few times. It was at this time I began to think about leaving London. I had little contact with the Camarilla during these years. I distrusted them, and they looked down on me for who I was. We coexisted by having a mutual avoidance. That was of course until I broke one of their sacred laws.  A young Malkavian attempted to feed from someone I\'d claimed. I started a confrontation with the insane man, and in the end we fought to the death. I obviously came out to be the victor. Although he struck first, the Camarilla punished me by sending me into exile. The first place I was sent to was the Island of Barbados. After a few years, there I received word that I was being sent to an even less populated place. I was to set sale for the crown colony of Carolina."

I nodded my head, and began to understand why she chose to keep her years in England a secret. She\'d killed another vampire, and although the vampires who\'d exiled her had probably been turned to dust, she didn\'t dare risk the wrong vampire speaking about it. Also, her ruff years as a human had scared her in obvious ways. Lisa-Joe had abandoned her old name and the name of her sire, because she wanted to forget where she\'d come from. I understood how that felt. Jacob had recently become Jake. We had a few glasses of blood and spoke of lighter subjects, before my own curiosity forced me to ask her to continue her story. There was a moment where it seemed Lisa-Joe may not go on, but just as I was about to change the subject she began to speak.

"Very well," she said snidely. "I fell in love with the south moments after arriving there. The air smelt clean and unpolluted. London\'s streets were full of dark fog and acid. It was no wonder the humans tasted so different. In  South Carolina I found I could breath again. I acquired cheep land in the fields west of Charleston. At the time, you could buy several lush acres for only a few pounds. I named my new plantation Athena, in honor of the most famous fighting women of all time. Cotton was my crop of choice. I grew it by the bushels. I built a private chapel on my land and went there on Sunday nights to appease the religious people of the town. I made up a rumor that I had a very rare, and lethal, skin condition that kept me indoors during the day. People talked, but nobody ever dared to say a word to my face. I showed up at all the local banquets, the dances, the Barbecues. I played the part of southern lady very well. I had documents forged to claim I came from an old family called, Hampton. It was a good enough name to legitimize my presence in Charleston\'s elite. I claimed my husband had died, and I was a young widow. I used makeup as a temporary solution to not aging, but soon found that people hated me for my youth. I was determined to find a way to keep my status, without attracting attention to my supernatural nature. I called together the South Carolina Brujahs, and then I through a grand party. I managed to get all of my peers onto my property, and then the Brujah\'s and I wiped their minds, and reset their memories. I was once again the young widow, and nobody else was the wiser. The American Revolution came, and passed. My property was unaffected. I would have been glad to fight if the redcoats had knocked on my door, but alas, they did not.  South Carolina was part of a new country, and I was apart of it. My crops sold well. I made much money in these next few years. I held slaves, but I tried my best to keep them treated well. Many people would call to tell me that my slaves were treated too well. I told them that why attract bees with vinegar, when they really want honey. I was proud of my plantation. I was proud of who I\'d become. Lisa-Joe Hampton had been formed. It was so sweet, untill that awful war."

Lisa-Joe hung her head. The Civil War had apparently cost her everything, and she was about to tell me how.

"After Sherman burned Georgia to a cinder, he moved north into South Carolina. His armies never dared try and take Charleston, for it was a fortified safe house for the Confederacy. I fought on the side of southern Independence, and made my presence known at almost every battle where the North tried to take Charleston. The sun was a hindrance, but I did my best to balance the scales. You know better than I, vampires from all over the world came to fight in the American Civil War. Everyone picked sides, unfortunately the Camarilla picked the North. Most Anarchs were not in favor of slavery, but they were in favor of having the right to secede. I was among those Anarchs. Sherman burned Columbia, and his troops reached as far as my plantation. During the day, Yankee troops burned my fields to ash, and set my wonderful house on fire. One of my slaves, a man named Louis, rushed into my bed chamber during the blaze, and carried my unconscious body into the root cellar. He knew of my \'skin condition\', and therefore did the only thing he knew to save my life. When I awoke, my house was gone. My fields were destroyed and my slaves had run away. All I had left was Louis. I decided to reward him for saving my life, so I made him a vampire, that very night. His loyalty to me, made me reconsider the views I had on blacks. I decided to start judging a person by their actions, and not by the color of their skin. I would later find out, Louis met the true death by the time he was five. His murderer was the sun. He\'d forgotten to go to rest. He\'s the only progeny I\'ve ever sired. I was now a lonely, poor woman in the south during reconstruction. I grew to hate the North, and all that it stood for. I would become an Anarch of some popularity in South Carolina, that is until I left for here."

I knew almost everything about her, I had one more question to ask. "Why are you here," I asked. Her response came quick.

"I\'m here because the Anarch cause needs me. You need me Mr. McCloud. New York needs me, and although I don\'t like being here, I love the cause more."

That was the end of my talks with Lisa-Joe. The rest of her history is this: She fought against the Camarilla, until the city fell in 1930. She fled New York, because a blood hunt was called on her, early after our defeat. Where she has been since 1930, and why she has come asking me for money to open an Anarch bar is a mystery. I can only guess, she is here for a reason only she knows. I gave her the money, because I want this city to become an Anarch safe haven. People like Lisa-Joe can help that happen.                                     

Awareness of Supernaturals: Vampires; both Clans and Catiff, Shifters, Lycans, some Demons and some Fae.

Occupation/Job: Manager and part owner of Anarch haven "The White Rabbit." She runs the bar on a daily basis, and is responsible for it\'s operation. I\'m a silent partner. 

Interesting Facts / Quirks: Lisa-Joe is not her real name. She speaks with a thick southern accent, that is very South Carolina. The accent is not faked, as she\'s lived there since the 1600s. Lisa-Joe has a large collection of clothing from her Pre-Civil War days. She likes to play dress up in her apartment. 

Hobby/Hobbies:Lisa-Joe likes to drink blood from tea cups. She has a deep obsession with South Carolina, and lives in a fantasy world where the south won the Civil War. She enjoys being a bar maid, and getting in trouble.

Likes: women, sometimes men, fashion, parties, a good fight, books, the History Channel, old movies, playing dress up, the hunt, and a good tube of lipstick.

Dislikes: the Camarilla, the Sabbat, ugly women, shifters, demons, men who mistreat women, urban culture, rap music, modern transportation, the Ventrue and Tremere clans, (I\'m an exception), vampire hunters, the color pink, rape of any kind.



1. One of the best hand to hand fighters I\'ve ever seen. Although not prone to violence, she often finds her way into sticky situations. She\'s not much for weapons.

2.She has an incredibly high jump powered by her potence discipline. Can easily leap to a five story roof.

3. Brujah Disciplines
  a. Potence -Supernatural Strength. She can crush titanium with her fists and grind stone. To put it bluntly, she has one hell of a right hook.
  b. Celerity -Supernatural Speed.  Lisa-Joe can run about 50 miles per hour, not very fast for a vampire of her age and level of practice, overall it\'s her weakest discipline
  c. Presence -Supernatural Charisma. It should be noted that Presence is different from Domination, because instead of forcing your way in and ripping information from your host, presence allows you to use suggestion and influence to harmlessly get what you want accomplished. On that note, Lisa-Joe is a master manipulator, and always has a full tip jar at the end of the night. 

Personal Strengths- Lisa-Joe is as loyal as they come, especially to the Anarch cause. She firmly believes in the freedom of all vampires, and humans alike. She is very caring, kind and protective of those she is close to. She also has no fear, as she has stood up to overwhelming odds over the years. It\'s difficult to intimidate her.   

Weakness/Flaw: The Brujah clan largely rejects her, because she is seen as to conforming. The fact that she likes to stay in one place, and hold a steady job has led the greater Brujah community to think she\'s not vampire enough.She responds to these criticisms by beating up her critics. Her style of dress and love of the old south has led to further isolation from her clan. She has a low opinion of most other Brujahs, mainly because they have a low opinion of her. Despite this, she is still called on when the clan is in need, and she always answers the call.  The clan is more important than petty dislike.     

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