Amelia Johnson

[Kiala]

Name: Amelia Johnson
Nick Names or Alias: Amy, Flare
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexual Preferances: Gay
Employment: Yes
Job Title & Description:

Office Assistant

Derangement(s):

N/A

Misc.:
Loves the colors black and red, especialy together.
HAs a thing for skulls.
Diabetic

Ghoul?: Default
Hunter?: Default
Mage?: Default
Powers:

Guild Order of Hermes

Matter-2
Life-2
Forces-3
Prime-3

Endowments:

N/A

Foci:

her cane-sword

Appearance:

Fashion Sense/Style:

one word. Goth, Lots of kulls, red and black.

Personality:

friendly enough, but somewhat withdrawn. She is kind, yet can come across as harsh. She is also very driven, studying as often as she can. She does have friends, several young mages. Is also very flirtatios with other women.

Physical-Strength: 5
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 8
Leadership: 2
Melee: 5
Unarmed: 2
Ranged: 8
History:

Amelia Johnson was born to Frank and Amanda Johnson in a hospital in New York City in 1985. She was a healthy baby girl of 6lbs 7ounces. Her parents, Amanda and Frank were to say the least happy. They had been hoping for a girl, and that is just what they where given. Amelia was a happy baby. Content to nurse and to play when she got older. Her games were not like most, they were puzzles. Toys meant to expand her mind, not just her intellectual mind, but also encouraged her hidden magic to show itself.

Both of Amelia’s parents were magi, her mother a master of Prime, her father a master of Force. They were powerful magi in their own right, her father was on the verge of being an Arch-Magi. They raised their daughter in the ways of Magic. When she was seven, she performed her first minor act of magic. She turned her pink teddy bear red. Apparently, she did not like the color pink. It was a show of the Prime, the power of creating and altering. Two years later at the age of nine, she knocked over a candle and her carpet caught on fire. She was able to put it out with the power of her mind alone. She showed herself the have a knack for both Prime and Force.

She spent three more years studying under her parents. Then tragedy struck the twelve-year-old girls life. Her mother died. All evidence pointed at a mages duel, but whom neither her father, nor those he knew could find out whom. They even sought out the Tremere, the vampire sect of mages. They denied it, but it was discovered a Tremere had in fact murdered Amelia’s mother. It was something that haunted Amelia or Amy, as she preferred to be called. She trained harder that she ever had before. Were as she had been more studious of Prime, her focus settled on Force. She wanted revenge, and it could give it to her.

When she was fifteen she was indoctinated into the Order of Hereme's, the seat of Force in the, Council of Nine Mystic Traditions. She was tested and found to be of appopriate power, and knowldge to join there guild. She used this to her advantage to study more, useing the libriaries of other mages when they would allow.

When she was sixteen, she was walking down the street and some rich young fool hit her with his Mustang. She came out of the accident relatively unscathed except for a few pumps, bruises and scrapes. Unfortunately, she also broke her knee. The young idiot’s father happily paid for all bills concerning her injury and settled out of court before she could even utter the word law-suite. It was for the sum of five hundred thousand dollars. Up until this point her Foci had been a knife she carried, she changed it to her cane-sword. She figured it may be cliché but it was also practical. She could support her weight on her knee; she just had a bad limp. Even in high school, no one ever thought to check her cane, seeing it as nothing more than an aid, never thinking there was a blade hidden within.

Before the accident, she had been a track star. Despite being a magus her father was of the opinion, she should still have as close to a normal childhood as was possible. She had friends, dated. And learned to dive Another reason Frank had encouraged her to take up a sport is his belief was a week body leads to a week mind. She like every other member of their line had been trained to use a blade, though with her injury it became unlikely she would ever reach the level her father or those before him. Her limp prevented that.

She graduated from high school with the rest of her class, and started going to a local collage, but continued living with her father. Her lessons continued with her father. School during the day, study of the arcane at night. It was hard work, but with her having an IQ of one seventy-one, she was able to manage it. She was going to school to be an office assistant. A plain old nine to five job. She may have money in the bank so to speak, but she decided to have a job. Beside’s five hundred grand would not last forever. Fortunately, her father knew something about investments, and her money, was making her money.

When she graduated college, it was with full honors. She was twenty-two. It was also in this year that she lost her father to a heart attack. Despite all her prying and investigating, it seemed nothing more than a simple heart attack. She was to say the least devastated. She became a bit of a recluse, rarely leaving her parent brown stone. She cast every spell she could to discover how her father had died. Even these efforts proved fruitless. He had died of a simple heart attack and nothing more

She spent the next three years studying and hunting down Tremere. She even managed to kill a couple of there fledgling’s. It was no easy feat; even with as weak as they were it took all her skill to do so. For two years, she has studied and she has hunted. She seeks more power than she already has, and is willing to do what it takes to obtain it.

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