Name:  Keisha Reiser<br/>Covenant: Lancea Sanctum<br/>Concept: Forensic Detective<br/>Virtue: Fortitude<br/>Vice: Wrath<br/>Clan: Nosferatu<br/><br/>Abilities:<br/><br/>Power:                 2 (Investigation) (Presence)       Finesse:      2     Resistance:   2 (resolve)<br/><br/>Mental Skills:<br/><br/>Academics: 1    Crafts: 2 (Medicine)        Investigation: 2 (Forensics)<br/><br/>Physical Skills:<br/><br/>Athletics: 1    Combat:   1 Stealth:   1<br/><br/>Social Skills:<br/><br/>Persuasion: 2 (Intimidation)    Socialize:   1(Seduction)     Streetwise:   1<br/><br/>Merits:<br/>Striking Looks +1 (2)<br/>Resources         1<br/>Haven              2 (Size 1)<br/>Status             1 (Forensic detective)<br/>Retainer           1 (Cop)<br/><br/>Disciplines:<br/>Nightmare 2,<br/>Vigor 1<br/><br/>Willpower:   5   Health: 7   Defense:   2    Blood: 10/9  1   Blood Potency: 1<br/><br/>Background:<br/><br/>Keisha remembered little of her past, what there was had haunted her dreams and filled her waking hours with the pursuit of understanding...  Much of her early life was spent in care homes. Cold places where any sense of human warmth seemed to have been sucked clean from the air. She would have ended up as just another disenchanted soul but for the kindness shown to her by a prospective adoptive father, a man with near two decades of experience with the police force and for the first time she was shown compassion and understanding as he took her under his wing and gave her a taste of happiness that a family life could bring, something she had barely known in her life to this point.<br/><br/>However, this was cruelly taken from her... Whilst attending a callout at an attempted robbery he was gunned down and despite every effoet made to save him, he spent his final hours in the hospital, his life painfully ebbing away from him before the peace of death took him, all of this she witnessed at his side, burning the image deep into her mind.  Although she had been his only named beneficiary and he had seen to it that she would want for nothing material, none of it mattered, all she took was the simple crucifix her wore around his neck... its gold surface faintly flecked crimson<br/><br/>With a barbers knife she took to lacing her own skin with its unforgiving edge, an effort over time, to drive out the pain and emptiness she felt.  Her right arm becoming a roadmap of her pain and suffering.  It would have all been lost to her but for her wanting to perhaps see some good come from the existence of the only person who had ever shown her compassion.  Though the reasoning was unknown to her at the time, she naturally graviated towards the field of forensic sciences, her dispassion towards the brutallity she faced on a daily basis both enthralled and somewhat sickened her colleagues.  It was during her time working with the MPD that she began to uncover clues to her past hidden deep within the vaults of the unsolved cases... The single survivor of a family that had been masacred and slain at the hands of unknown assailants, leaving a child covered in the lifeblood of her family, having bore witness to the ordeal that had near shut down her mind.<br/><br/>With this revalation of her past she felt an even deeper hatred for the humaity, and took the step of moving from her home town to Seattle after taking advantage of a transfer to the forensic's department, hoping to be finally able to put her past behind her and perhaps forge some new life in its stead... but she could do little to escape the memories and demons of her past, they seemed to haunt her at every step.  Her life was to alter its course dramatically when she recieved a call out to attend a murder scene.<br/><br/>The scene was unlike any she had come across before, an orgy of pure barbarism and cruelty yet seemingly conducted with a sure and steady hand, the skin so perfectly flayed from the bloodied body that hung before her, its face so perfectly etched into a deepening mask of torment.. its unfortunate soul perhaps locked in some similar pose.  She couldn't help but feel a certain appreciation to the work before her... She was unaware of the presence behind her until the last moment, she felt a dread flow across her as her shadow fell, with her heart pounding she turned to face her...<br/><br/>It was in those dark eyes.. within the searing embrace, that she was offered a simple choice.  She hadn't known what had stayed her, only that she had been afforded something few had... the choice was a simple one... to taste the nectar of death and be cast into the world beyond this one, or to bridge the void, to accept the dark gift of unlife that she promised to her.  Her choice was simple... Her eyes met with her rich allure, caught by the pull of the dark fire that blazed within her, she gave a soft smile... a delicately whispered word and then she closed her eyes, giving herself over to the rich curtain of sensations as she shrugged of the bondage of mortality and welcomed her dark promise.<br/><br/>Keisha has given herself over completely to the dark holy teachings of her Sire with a singular aim of embracing all that she can impart to her.<br/><br/><br/>Equipment: Scalpels with a range of blades from PM24 to PM60 used in full body disection.  Street forensic kit with crime scene tools and assorted blood detection/anaylsis kits and syringes, portable UV light source, barbers razor laced with dried blood, A Colt SAA, Forensic whites, Crucifix, Street clothing, butterfly knife, an old Mustang<br/><br/>Short Term Goal: Gain understanding of the principal belief's of the Lancea Sanctum and to excel in her Sire's teachings<br/><br/>Mid Term Goal: Gain acceptance by the Lancea Sanctum<br/><br/>Long Term Goal