Status: Currently Active
✧ Character Name: Nicole Fisher
✧ Date of Birth & Actual Age: February 23, 1878; 136
✧ Apparent Age (if different from Actual Age): 21
✧ Gender: Female
✧ Sexuality: Heterosexual
✧ Species: Vampire; Earthmover line
✧ Rank: Master vampire
✧ Occupation: Self employed (uses the stock market to make money and has a broker to help her for daytime exchanges) but looking for something to keep her busy
✧ Personal Scent: Faint hint of cigarette smoke, the delicate smell of wild flowers, and a underlying scent of pine
✧ Powers / Abilities: (Note: To begin roleplaying in Pleasure Island with a character who has more than two powers or abilities will require Administrator approval and a very detailed history!)
Basic powers: (BA)
Bloodline powers: (BL)
General Abilities: (GA)
Master Powers: (MP)
1. Levitation - Moderate. Can go about 100 ft about a yard off the ground. 150 ft if she remains closer to the ground.(GA)
2. Very talented with throwing knives due to her history with violence. (GA)
3. Can speak Cherokee - as taught by her mother. (GA)
4. Eidetic Memory - recall everyday details, events that happened as a vivid afterimage the lingers in the mind for a few minutes (20-30 max) etc. for any day of her life (within seconds) with no ill effects. (GA)
5. Call Animals - Wolves (MP)
6. Empathic Voice Manipulation = Her voice portrays sadness/despair. (MP)
✧ Weaknesses: Everyone has weaknesses. Please include at least one weakness for each power or ability.
1. Her levitation isn't strong. She can only hover for a short amount of time at a short distance off the ground. She cannot levitate another person.
2. While she is very good at using throwing knives, unless she can get the drop on a person she is trying to harm, her hand to hand abilities are severely lacking.
3. Has Bathophobia. A fear of depths or deep things, (for swimmers who dislike swimming over deep water).
4. With her Eidetic Memory, with trying to recall a specific event or memory within the allotted time frame sorting through the memories can cause extreme headaches.
5. Philophobia - Because she lost her family so suddenly, became the captive of her new vampire family/the target of Jared's lust, and being forced to kill the first man she ever tried to love, she has a severe phobia of any type of relationships to the extent she will avoid any anything closely resembling that save for the necessity of her being sired into a new vampire group and the responsibilities therein.
✧ Personality:
Very quiet and reserved but is always observant and could easily repeat anything she is told word for word. It is habit for her to be very suspicious but unfailingly polite to everyone around her. It's only when she truly allows herself to get close to anyone that her true personality appears. That being someone who will fight for those she calls her friends, will listen to any and all problems those friends have and do whatever she can to help them, and someone who is truly kind and generous.
✧ Character History:
I was born as Nicole Fisher on July 23, 1877 to Helen and Samuel Fisher.
We lived on a small farm in the northern part of what is now called Texas. At the time, however, it was the site of the Cherokee Indian reservation. We lived there because of the little peace it offered us at the time. You see, my mother was a Cherokee Indian. My father was a military man. He was able to curry enough favor so that we might move onto the reservation to be close to my mother’s tribe.
Despite the tribulations around me between the newly defeated Southern states faced up against having to treat their slaves like neighbors and Indians, like my mother, marrying and converting to the Christian ways, I spent my days learning about both sides of my heritage.
From my father, I was taught how to be a gentle lady with fancy dresses, how to carry myself amongst my peers, courtship, and the English language. While from my mother, I was taught how to weave baskets, skin animals, Cherokee dances, and the Cherokee language.
Even as the Cherokee people accepted me as if I was one of their own children that survived the long journey on the Trail of Tears, the White English men and women treated my family and I with a sort of polite scorn. There were too many times that we'd wake early in the morning to find that all of the crops we had worked so hard to raise had either been stolen or burnt. If it were not for the Cherokee we would have starved.
Things changed when the Spanish American War in 1898 called my father from our side. My mother and I could not maintain the farm all on our own and her pride wouldn't allow us to burden her people as it would have caused more strife.
I managed to gain a position in one of the plantation homes that had survived the Civil War as a nanny to the family's two children. This more served, in their childhood days, as a means to keep me as far from the public eye as possible so people might not know they had employed a person of mixed heritage.
My employers used the lack of my father's presence to keep me locked away from my mother and the Cherokee people. For months, I was not allowed to visit my own mother but only to send letters and the money so she might support herself.
However, this was not to be the least of my worries I would find. Just after I turned 21, a solider from my fathers regiment showed up at the home of my employers to inform me that my father had been killed in battle. Word had been sent to my mother, however, upon hearing of my father's death and no communications from myself she had taken her own life.
The brunt of the information would have driven me to do the same as my mother had I not been under constant watch from my employers who called themselves Christians yet had destroyed my letters and kept the money I was sending.
In this time of my turmoil came a final blow.
One night, I watched in fear from my servant room under the large staircase as three people broke into the home and began to ransack it and kill everyone inside. I hid in the small space listening to the screams of the wife and children as they were murdered and waited for my turn to join them. During this time, I had what seemed like an eternity to think and remember the faces of those who had broken in. It was then it occurred to me that I had seen them before. They had been guests in this house before.
Eventually, I was discovered by the first male I saw before I could think on the implications I was only beginning to think on. However, upon the male's discovery of myself in my hiding place, instead of killing me, he took me with him despite the protests of the other man and woman he had brought with him that set the house ablaze. (Although later I learned some of the servants had come from their quarters and the others had controlled them forcing them to set the house ablaze before killing them.)
The next days were a blur and I only remember snatches save for the day they awoke me at night and told me that Jared was my master now for now I was a vampire.
It took me many months to accept my new fate and the life I would have to live. In the following years, I was tested by Jared as to my skills. When it became apparent that my previously dark skin tone was only moderately affected leaving me looking not as otherworldly as them (despite my inability to not flash my fangs and such which they simply drilled into me to just not smile) and I had useful skills over people like my height that allowed me to go unnoticed rather than stand out, my ability to remember things, and other perceptions of me as weak as well as fighting abilities, they slowly honed my vampire abilities in me to work for them. I became their money collector from those they would blackmail. When people tried to get around Jared or to get rid of us, I became their weapon to sneak in the dark to "remove" the problem.
This cycle continued through many decades and slowly he established his "business". By this time, my "useful" powers were encouraged while my "worthless" ones were suppressed. I think he knew he had to keep tight reigns on me so I would not have the means to easily escape or to reveal them. While they learned to mess with people with short bursts from their earthquake powers, Jared told me that it was not for me to know. Yet, it became more important for me to be the bait as only a woman could to aid him in his nefarious ends. However, with a new era rising up, I could not bear another year with Jared and this cruelty.
Having amassed funds for my escape; which came from those tips customers gave me when I performed at his speak-easy, money I simply stole from the purses and pockets of the passerby, or even from the pockets of those I was sent to kill. I took to those abilities they had trained in me and used it against them to make my escape.
Eventually, I took refuge with a new Master for a short time while I recovered from my precipitous flight. Then, he gave me a choice to wander on my own and find a place I might truly have a fresh start. It was during this time that my master Jared sent his minions after me. When they failed to bring me back, he came himself.
It was late in the evening and I was with a close friend of the vampires, who was a federal marshal, when he attacked. Luckily, the friend I was with was also a cop who had helped me ever since Jared's obsession over my return had grown larger than I alone could handle. Since she had been given substantial proof of his insanity, she had all ready gotten a warrant of execution for him but they were having trouble finding him.
His attack came suddenly as he first went after her shoving her back, thankfully not harming her, before turning to me. I had frozen on the spot. Then, I heard the loud shots from the officers gun. Jared jerked as the shots hit him in his back. Slowly, he turned towards her with his fangs bared and ready to strike. He made to charge at her and in that moment I knew what I had to do.
I jumped at him and pulled him back from her throwing him to the ground from behind him. Now I knew if he had been remotely ready for me, it would not have worked. I crawled back away from him as she moved to stand over him and shot him in the forehead with her last silver bullet.
He was down I knew, but he wasn't really out. Wordlessly, she held out her silver dagger to me and waited. I wouldn't have been able without her support to finally end his life and use that blade to cut his heart from his chest. She took care of the removal of his body and all the evidence allowing me to leave the scene and think on what I had done.
Once I had recovered from my actions, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders knowing I was finally free to make my own decisions. Eventually, my new master was informed of what had taken place. He allowed me to stay in order to best determine what I would like to do now.
One evening, he called me to him to speak with him. He heard of a new place being run by a vampire that might be just the place I needed. He suggested Pleasure Island, Ct that might offer me a level of invisibility in which to make the new start. With his blessing, I took my scarce belongings, changed my last name to Robbins on all my new documentation, and turned my sights to what I could find on this new isle.
