Apeldoorn by night
Born amongst gypsies, but too clumsy (and unwilling) to steal, she was made to sing, dance and perform while her family robbed her onlookers. While she did not ask to be turned, she’s trying to make the most of it, as the world and (un)life goes on. Once, some years ago, she was betrothed to the man of her dreams. Tall, handsome and kind, he was everything she could ever hope to marry. Until that night, nine days before the wedding. Everything was fixed, the dress, the cake, the location, the party afterwards. All her friends and family would be there. It would be her perfect day, to begin her perfect life with her perfect man.
Alas, it was not meant to be. Nine days before the wedding, he disappeared. Just never came home. Of course, everyone helped look for him. And after two days he was found. Barely alive, on the side of the road. He’d been there all this time. Although he was alive, no one knew if he was ever going to wake up again. Not long after that, Syeira was embraced by a wandering Ravnos, who had seen her sorrow, and who had his own sorrow. You know what they say: Misery wants company. Her sire was kind enough, supporting her where he could, teaching her the basics of survival in the night-time world. After a while, Syeira wanted to be alone, work out her worries on her own. So she went on a basic training, somewhere in Denmark. It didn’t matter. She was gone. In those two years she slowly got to her senses, and after her training she went to a city in the same country as where she grew up. She didn’t dare visit her love. She couldn’t bear it if he was dead, nor could she handle it if he was alive and well, moving on with his life. Leaving her alone.
So she lives in Apeldoorn. She tries to move on, getting her act back together (even literally). She’s got a domain, an Elder who upto now doesn’t want to kill her, and coterie members who, despite their differences, wish her the best.