Lucrecia Melrose

Player: @Buttmeat

Aliases: Melrose is actually the Alias, but she uses it much more. Her Formal name is Lucrecia May Issadora Wisley. Her Wisley surname is known to some but she seldom uses it. There is another surname she uses even less.

Clan: Malkavian

Sect: Camarilla

Status: 3 (Low for a Primogen): Admired, Eminent, Faultless, Revered, *Unsettling*

Merits/Flaws: Coldly Logical, Oracular Ability, Infamous Sire (Hugo Carerras, the Tresppaser, a mad and forgotten explorer of the new world.) Recruitment Target, Eerie Presence (Instills an unsettling sense of Deja Vu. She feels like a puzzle piece in the wrong puzzle. Wrong and out of place, out of time.) Curiousity,

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### NEARLY FORGOTTEN THINGS

In the blooming Missouri Territory post civil war, a girl disappeared. They called it tragic. An abduction. A sin. The Wisley girl, only 16 whisked away in the night by some monster never to be seen again. Though. The stories always had it wrong. She wasn't abducted. She was invited. And she went gladly into the night, following that strange filthy man and his two guides to the lingering wilds of America.

Before that fateful invitation, Lucrecia was the beloved black sheep of her family, the wide eye fourth half sister to the Wisleys, born of an old man suddenly in love follow a quick eloping. She was the child of a scandal. Though this was eclipsed by and even greater scandal, the birth of her nephew Roger, shortly after. Half black, and legally married into the family with her oldest brother Nathanial. Affluent, well meaning and prone to whimsy and cupids arrow. This summed the men of her family. Lucrecia trailed not far behind in this profile.

She was an easily bored girl. And hungry to explored the world. She had and to this day has no other ambitions than that. Everything else is a means to it. The affections of her father and brother allowed her to shirk many of the societal expectations as a young girl, have tightly woven a little white string around both of them, and her nephew. Rogers mother eventually became her tutor, and some semblance of order was gained... But Her older sisters still thought it wasn't enough. They had to take it upon themselves to tell her the nasty truths of the world and what it held for women like them, and what it took to make girls into women. Finally, with their 'helpful' tutelage, her destiny became clearer and clearer. She wasn't meant to explore the world. She was expected to find a husband. Too have children and go to parties she hated. Do tedious tasks and look out windows. And her mother had died giving birth to her...it wasn't far to expect that a similar fate awaited her. This is epiphany sunk in around the age of 15. She began sneaking out further into the wilds past their property. And finally, one night. She met him.

### THE TREE THE APPLE FELL FROM - HUGO CARERASS INFAMOUS SIRE - KNOWN

Hugo has come to the new world and explorer, having taken crew and ship to sea with no clue of what they had found. He came with an obsession. He would be the cartographer to fill the rest of the worlds maps. To tie known lands and seas together. This journey would be the one to fulfill that. And it had been disastrous. But even more so because of a stow away on his ship. One that did not breath or worry about the food stores, much beyond the crew themselves. But she did not reveal herself till the end. Till the crew had mutinied and shrunk from disappearance. As madness tore them apart and his own fueling them onward. Until they hit land, and sickened and near death and wrapped in madness, she stepped out, and granted him what he needed to fulfill his dream. A chance at eternity.

Hugo, deems himself THE cartographer. And nothing is off limits or in need of his service and sight. There are no boundaries he wont cross to define. And the word of princes and this or that, don't matter in the light of his work. Hugo has been suspected of diablerie, had left masacred ships like the one he was brought to the America's on, and never adhere's to Prince's desires to respect territory. Yet time and time again he has managed to slip by with his maps. Maps of places and territories that will be. That go behind enemy lines. That show forgotten places. Forbidden places. They are unique and rare, and this, has bought him his unlife may times.

This is the man Lucrecia stumbled upon one night. Camping with his two Wampanog servants he had ensnared with his blood to guide him across the America's. And seeing this girl so far away from home, unafraid, but excited to sit with strangers and share her explorations. He saw himself. And he knew he had found a child. But he also knew, she had to choose this fate. Choose the journey over distraction. Over everything else. So after that night. He waited. Finding new little campsites for her to learn to track and find. Until finally. An invitation was given. A chance to see the whole world. To never worry about the fate that awaited girls like her from mothers that died in childbirth. That night she left. Unaware of the gaping wound she would leave in her old home. And the boy that would wait there for her for years to come.

### FOLLOWING HIM AND HER EMBRACE

Lucrecia followed him out west of the roughest least traveled terrain. She had to endured, to suffer to prove her worthiness. His other ghouls, one indifferent but the other resentful, tried her as well during the day time. Nothing. Could deter her from the great unknown. But for her….there was no going back. How could she? After coming so far…

Finally tensions peeked between her and the other g houl. They knew out of the three of them she was the candidate to be chosen. So they finally tried to stop her, to forced her over a ridge. And accident... and she fought back. Wits got her past the first one. Frenzy took care of the second one. But it didn't stop them from falling. She laid there with her injuries a long while. But then she remembered, he never came to save then. It was up to her. So she crawled, dragged, clawed her way back to the campsite, to where he slumbered. And he was waiting.

For the first time he tended to her. Fed his blood wrapped her wounds. Waited and hunted fresh meet. They talked like they had never talked. Him explained the world he knew, being one of Caine and Malkav's children in all its wonder and horror. Finally she was healed. And he told her he would make her all the things he was an more. Including a woman. He would not have her fear it. If she could cross that final threshold the night was her. He invited her to bed, to warm his cot that night. And she said yes.

And the next night. She was new. But not as even he expected.

**MALKAV'S JOKE**

Lucrecia woke up and the pain of the last few nights, days, any questions or regrets...the pain of him taking her in a simple perfunctory way rather than how her girlish mind had dreamed...it was all gone. The spark of her curiosity remained...but the zeal, the depth and sacrifice for it. Gone. He considered starting from scratch again, to just kill her, but them Malkav laughed through him. And he laughed and laughed and laughed. And so he decided to spare her, and started crafting a path that would lead her back to her self, preparing her anew as a vampire and what she needed to know to survive kindred society, but most importantly, how to avoid it. One night she awoke and he was gone. And it was just her and the road...

Lucrecia has not all ways been well known or well received in the courts. For a long time she travelled the America's with a ravenous curiosity and wanderlust, similar to her sire. In her journeys she has found her was home to Kansas and found her nephew Roger. For years she traveled with him after, digging through his mind and the relics of her past, reconstructing herself as a poor copy of the girl she once was, through the ruins of her family, most consumed by the well of grief that filled the hold she left behind.

### KNOWN THINGS

* It can difficult to seemingly hold her attention but she seldom misses a word despite this.
* For many years she was side-eyed in the Camarilla for being an apple that doesn't fall far from the tree, often neglecting to introduce herself in cities or belatedly doing so in her travels. Lucrecia has not all ways been well known or well received in the courts. For a long time she travelled the America's with a ravenous curiosity and wanderlust, similar to her sire. This improved greatly in the 90's and she began actively aiding courts and even taking on Primogen mantle in a city in Oregon for several years.
* She has a habit of reserving empty seats near her at gatherings, or when seated at a table.

### RUMORS

These are rumors about the character, and are IC knowledge. It is assumed that all characters can have heard these rumors.ad

* I seen her around with Seren before.
	+ Around, or *around*?
		- What, is she gonna fight the Gangrel for her?
			* That's gonna be a match to remember, boy.
			* Kreuger 2:1. Melrose 3:1. hmu
				+ I'll give you 3:1 on Kreuger, she's gonna eat his mind like a grape.
					- I got five on Melrose, that backwoods motherfucker is toasted
		- Y'all forget about his third angle?
			* This love-*quadrangle?* is getting a little non-euclidian.
		- Pretty sure they just hang out and talk about ghosts.
			* "Ghost Bros and Chill"
* The Primogen received an invitation from the Witch delivered to Elysium...
* During the 1900's its rumored she traveled with and even married a Lasombra. Though no one can attest to her wearing a wedding right these nights, or where he is, though she has a memory gap after the 80's to 90's, and no further talk of such after...
* The is speculation her vastly improved behavior in the courts had to do with ghoul she had. Possibly a blood relative, or a lover or something going on there. Maybe it was this husband she had! But for some reason she didn't just try to embrace him herself...