Mssyria Alexandria Montoya was born into that of a wealthy family. Her father,
an ambitious expansionist whose armies extended his power over Syria , Sudan,and some of
the Arabian Peninsula. Her mother , a wealthy woman from the British Empire
died while giving birth to her. Thus , she never had a female influence in her life. She
grew up fairly lonely , travelling from Rome to Britian , to Budapest with her father. She spent
a number of years in Qatar under the watchful eye of her father , studying the culture and
those around her. She became well educated at a young age , and learned to speak numerous
languages rather fleuently and quickly. In their travel to Syria, father appointed her
a companion for the sake of company. He was himself , a soldier and
brought up as a native of the country. They were basically thrown together , and began to
find comfort in trading stories , outlooks and poetry. She grew quite close to
him and eventually fell deeply in love . On the eve of her 21th birthday, it was rumoured that
he was killed in battle. Mssyria completely devastated , vowed never to submit to love's
weak emotion again.She became very withdrawn and rebelious. She was sent off to England for
awhile , in hopes that the trip would let her regain her spirits. It did not.
She returned to Turkey colder and more withdrawn than when she had left.
She locked herself in her room for days and became quite fascinated with death itself.
Her father worried gravely for her well being. He
decided to leave Istanbul for awhile and went to Bombay taking the young princess with him.

After
spending almost a year in Bombay , Mssyria , now 22 had become a close companion to a very
powerful young man. His name , Mhyquine . He was noble, wealthy and respected for
his talents. He talked often of "Sacred Freedom" and other thoughts that were rich, in the
variety of viewpoint. As feelings started to rise for this man, she drew away from him. This ,
drove him mad, as he had fallen in love with her.
He pursued her for months , almost at his wits end.
Her father and her left going back to the Arabian peninsula . After a year, they went back to
Istanbul a month before her 25th birthday. She had not seen
Mhyquin for over a year , and had heard he was dead. She pursued her studies in science to
take her mind off of the tragedy that had once again , befallen her.
She became cold and devious , driving away those who tried to comfort her. She spent most of
her time experimenting and became impulsive in her day to day actions.
Her father, too busy in promoting himself throughout the Arabian Peninsula, did not notice the
drastic change in her. She became a thief , for the mental stimulation. She grew bored of Turkey,
the people , the culture and her studies. She took up archery and began to practice , on human
targets. One night she awoke lying in her bed , drained of blood and almost every bone in her
body broken. Thoughts passed through her head that maybe she had hit one too many human targets
and this was her pay back. So much for boredom. Drifting in and out of consciousness , she thought
she saw Mhyquine standing over her. His wrist wrapped in a small towel as he wiped her brow. She
awoke in the morning , to find her father and the guards slaughtered. Completly terrified, and
not understanding what had happened , she packed her things and fled. Mssyria stowed away on a
boat that was heading for the United States. Again , she awoke in the middle of the night to
what or whom she thought was Mhyquin standing over her and a burning sensation in her throat.
These dreams haunted her for months until finally Mhyqine appeared to her with an explanation.
She panicked at first and tried to kill him. He was intrigued of course , and after calming her
down, started his story. The training was the hardest thing she ever did, but she survived and
grew strong. She began slowly , to discover things about her new life that were very exciting.
Still having the finer things in life, this wasn't that different from growing up in the palace.
Perhaps , alittle more exciting. The transition from living to non-living , was completely
fascinating. Years after training , Mhyqin vanished. Believed to be dead. Mssyria left The US and
moved onto Canada in search of him. She had made many wealthy and powerful contacts and used them
to the fullest , advancing in her newly un-dead society. Not a brash or loud women, she prefered
to purr to her assailant rather than say "Hey punk!" Mssyria aware of her sexual magnetism,
yet couldn't really care less about men, though always finding herself with a well known
companion or two. Thoughts of her sire though , plagued her mind.

She began to make a very glorious living , still in search of Mhyqin.
Most of her time was spent at the ballet, classical art galleries. She became well known in
high society. As the years passed , she had made exceptional amounts of money. She decided to
invest it in an 18th century hotel in Ottawa that she had been told of by a Toreador she had
done some *business* for .The hotel itself was magnificient.
It became her pride and joy. She was engrossed in it and her
business. During this time , she had made a new family for herself. With them behind her , they
became more powerful and also saught after. A handsome fellow had invested time in courting Mssyria
with gifts and charm. Weary of his motives , she played along and returned his affection, somewhat.
She later learned of the young Ventrue's scheme after being attacked by several of his
thugs, one of whom she drowned in a casket of wine while letting out a slight giggle. Later on,
she went to meet the young charmer. She turned her head ever so slightly and met his gaze as
he entered his apartment. "Yes precious?" , she said with a slight smile. A nuance of poliet-
ness.
He thought himself tough. He cried and pleaded in the end.
The bitterness came again, and a great
drowsy sadness that threatened to sweep away her little triumph. She would not let it , the night
was too beautiful. She went back to the hotel as if nothing , and joined her family enjoying
the classical music in the hotel lounge.
Mssyria can be found , along with her family residing from time to time in the Montoya Hotel,
in Ottawa.
"The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it,
so where does the fun come in"?

Ah this charming young lady here is the epitamy of style, grace and also a lovely little wicked streak. So well suited for the confusing Mssyria, Assamite queen extraordinare

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