| Clan: Ventrue Effective Generation: 9th Haven: Hotel in the French Quarter Apparent Age: 26 Background:  In 1983, Cymbeline was 8 years old when she saw her first computer in Norway. Her father took up a computer repair shop where she would spend a great deal of time helping him sorting parts which gave her the basic tools she needed to become an incredible hacker in the future. Cybeline grew up happy and married a man her own age when she was 18 years old, and had a daughter, Isa, that same year. The winter after Isa’s birth was a harsh one and Cymbeline's husband was a fisherman, and had hoped to make it back before the ice closed off the ports. Unfortunately this didn’t happen and the boats was cracked on the ice and all aboard perished. Overwrought with grief Cymbeline took Isa to the 1994 Olympics if only to give her one last glance at her homeland before they both packed off to the Americas. True, she was good, incredibly good with computers by this time, but she was a woman with a small child and could not get work. During the Summer Cymbeline had her green card and was given permission to leave the Nordic lands for the land of opportunity; which she didn’t find. Instead she found a place where her daughters ears were assaulted with harsh language and no one would take her because of a lack of college education. She was waiting for an interview when day when she met Crystal, she said that she was a scout for a modeling company out of LA and she wanted me to go there for a job, expenses paid. Cymbeline had no choice but to take the offer. When she got there she was taken to a large home outside the city and explained the circumstances. This person had the connections to break Cymbeline's pretty face into the modeling business if she would do some “computer work” for him. She and Isa lived there in the mansion, all the equipment that she needed was brought to her and in exchange for cracking access codes into companies she had never heard of she was placed in front of cameras and her face hit magazine covers. Everything seemed to be going well for her until she took a walk late one night and a mugger snatched her purse. She yelled after him and tried to track him down but she was shot square in the belly. She was taken to the hospital but there was nothing that could be done. She was going to die. Mr. Perry, her ‘boss’ apparently decided that she would be better off as his Childe than dead since he had also grown a bit fond of the playful little beauty. He kept he with him for a bit until she convinced him that she needed to go out on her own and wanted to take a vacation, somewhere East, and she chose New Orleans. So, packing up Isa, she hopped on a plane. |