Nightlife: Thirteen Candles
Sire: Dr. Lucille Freeman
Embrace: 1919 (born 1/8/06)
Apparent Age: Young adolescent
Physical: Strength 1, Dexterity 2, Stamina 3
Social: Charisma 3, Manipulation 2, Appearance 3
Mental: Perception 4, Intelligence 2, Wits 4
Talents: Alertness 3, Awareness 3, Empathy 3, Expression 2, Leadership 1, Subterfuge 1
Skills: Animal Ken 2, Crafts 1, Etiquette 3, Stealth 3
Knowledges: Academics 3, Occult 2
Disciplines: Auspex 1, Fortitude 2, Obeah 1
Backgrounds: Generation 5, (Retainer) 1
Virtues: Conscience 4, Self-Control 4, Courage 2
Merits: Iron Will, Calm Heart, Introspective, Sanctity, Inoffensive to Animals, Healing Touch, Language (French)
Flaws: Soft-hearted, New Arrival, Hunted Like a Dog, Dulled Bite
Charlotte Winchester was born in Providence, Rhode Island in 1906 to a life of relative comfort. Her mother, Irene, was one of the Danforths, a prominent family of New England brahmins. Her father, Charles, came from more modest means but had built a small fortune for himself through a lifetime of pluck and diligence.
In addition to her mother and father, Charlotte also counted her two maiden aunts, Clara and Mabel, as close family members, though she did not care for them much. They spent most of their time, it seemed, criticizing Charlotte: for her love of books and animals, for her tomboyish sensibilities, for her lanky and un-womanly frame.
So it was that, after Charlotte’s parents died tragically in a boiler explosion when Charlotte was only seven, the girl’s grief was compounded by anger at being sent to live with the Danforth aunts, who lived together in the old family mansion on College Hill.
After an early home education at the hands of a succession of tutors, Charlotte was enrolled at a private day school in Providence. Although something of a quiet loner, she cherished her time away from her aunts, and often tarried at the Athenaeum, a private library full of rare and interesting tomes, where she developed a close friendship with one of the librarians.
In her twelfth year, Charlotte found another location of great interest: Rhode Island Hospital. She took to haunting its halls, passing among the wings and wards, staring into room after room filled with the sick and the ailing and the dying. She sat in on surgeries, watching from the viewing galleries on high. She found this hidden world morbidly fascinating, and enjoyed the challenge of moving unchecked through the building, always one step ahead of being caught.
She was finally found out, however. A doctor named Lucille Freeman spotted the precocious little girl and gently confronted her. The doctor and child bonded in the former’s office, where Dr. Freeman noted Charlotte’s unusual personality and marked her out as someone to watch…to groom…
Dr. Freeman’s hand was forced, however, when Charlotte, returning to the hospital at the height of the influenza epidemic and against the doctor’s wishes, caught the dread disease, which soon turned to pneumonia and then tuberculosis.
After three months of misery as a patient in the very hospital she used to wander, Charlotte was on the verge of death. It was at this point that Dr. Freeman visited her one last time in the night…