Name: Wicked Born Isabelle Cathleen Morgan Goes by Cat Wyatt when trying to pretend to be human
Nickname: Wicked, Cat
Age: Then 20, now 315 Born February 13th 1672- Died June 15th 1692
Birthplace: England
Sex: Female
Occupation: None
Appearance: Wicked doesn‘t look like someone that would be a vampire. She’s the girl you lusted after in high school. At times she looks almost angelic. Other times a sultry, wet dream. She’s a dark beauty with dark chestnut hair that falls down past her shoulders. Her dark soulless eyes are a warm brown. Her voice is a caress down your arm. She might have to ask you to bend over so she can bit you if you’re tall since she’s only 5’5” in height. Most wouldn’t believe Wicked to be evil just by looking at her for her face still holds a sweet innocence to it that has long been lost in reality. What she dresses like depends on her mood and flavor of the day. One day it could be t-shirt and jeans, the next a flowing dress or all leather.
Personality: Wicked is…eccentric. Okay, she’s down right nuts. Becoming a vampire really cracked her mind. One minute she can be sweet and laughing, the next she’s ready to rip your eye balls from your skull just to see what you would look like without eyes. She’s got a temper and setting it off never goes unpunished. Some have called her sadistic. Wicked just calls it fun. Because of her past her favorite victims are school age girls and men of the cloth. Priests are very tasty. If she could she’d burn down every church she sees and actually did once. Being an object of Wicked’s fixation can be a good thing or a bad thing. Some end up being ones that she wants to corrupt and kill, others ones she’ll protect. Though just cause she’s protecting you doesn’t mean she won’t cause you a little pain along the way.
Special abilities/talents: Years of practice and plenty of time as given Wicked the skill to skin another being without killing them. Through the years she has learned many uses for a knife and can use a sword.
Supernatural Affinity: Species/Group: Vampire Power(s): Wicked is able to manipulate the shadows, the only bit of magic she has left. Level: N/A Affiliation/Rank: N/A Preferred Prey: Priests, Little Girls
History: Wicked was born Isabelle Cathleen Morgan in the year 1672. Her father had been an explorer that traveled all over so it wasn't much of a surprise when he well in love with an exotic beauty from another land instead of a proper English girl. He married her and brought her back to England were she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Isabelle. It was to her father's grave grief that his wife did not survive the birth of their child.
It wasn't long after her birth and the death of her mother that Isabelle's father remarried. After all what did he know about raising a child. So in a panic he married a kind widowed woman. It wasn't a love match but she was good to Isabelle and soon Morgan came to care for her. They went on to have two children together. Blonde hair, blue eyes children that made Isabelle look like she didn't belong.
Isabelle's father couldn't stay in one place though. Exploring was in his blood and the having roots down in one place was driving him crazy. So he up rooted his family when Isabelle was ten and set off for America. They settled in one town or village for more than a couple years, her father always getting the itch to find new places.
The last place they settled was Salem Village, Massachusetts. By now Isabelle was blossoming in a young woman. A young woman who started asking questions. She knew she looked different than her siblings and nothing like the woman who had raised her. There was also curiosity about a single trunk that her father kept always and dragged around with him from place to place, always locked, never opened. So late one night Isabelle snuck out to the loft in the barn where it was stored and pried open the lock. The trunk was filled with things of her mother's. Her real mother's. One of the things that caught her eye were the books. Books on magic for her mother had been a witch. From there on out Isabelle snuck out into the barn every night to study the books.
On one of the nights she snuck out, she had left a candle burning in her room. A candle that got knocked over as she crawled out the bedroom window. The flame caught the bed coverings on fire and they slowly burned until flames licked the walls. The whole house went up in flames. Her family was trapped inside and Isabelle out. All she could do was stand out in front of the house and listen to the screams of her family as they burned to death. After that Isabelle moved to a small house out in the woods, away from everyone so she could be with her guilt and her magic without anyone to bother her.
Then in 1692 the witch hunts started it. It wasn’t long before Isabelle found herself accused by the girls of the village. She was different and humanity has a long history of turning against those who are not the same. She was thrown in a damp prison along with others that had been accused. After the first ‘witch’ was hanged, Isabelle knew she had to get out before that ended up being her. Using what magic she had learned she escaped and made a run for it.
She ran through the woods for a while, drained in energy from the spell and from the poor conditions she had been living in. Finally she stumbled and she fell. Sitting there in the dark woods she was attacked by a creature. A creature with fangs and death on it’s breath. The next morning before day break Isabelle’s body was found in the woods. She was marked down in history as one of the nameless that died in the prison.
The next night Isabelle woke up with a terrible thirst inside a shallow, uncovered grave with other bodies. If it hadn’t been for the bodies that had shielded her body from the harmful sun she would have been dead instead of undead. The darkness inside of her swelled and she embraced it. Her thirst was satisfied with the blood of young girls from the village. Leaving the bodies to be found, Isabelle left, throwing away her human life and name. She became Wicked, and wicked she was.
Wicked roamed America and watched it grow. She’d settle in a place for a while then leave when people started finding the corpses of their little girls and members of the so called cloth. A few times Wicked tried to make a companion. Another vampire to share in her twisted joy. In the end they would always disappoint or she'd grow bored with them. Instead of just letting them go along their way, Wicked would stake and behead them herself. Some she skinned after stalking and would leave them like that before setting them on fire.
Needing a new place to settle for a while and in the market for a new pet, Wicked as came to Mysteria. Normally she tries to avoid small town since the more people disappear the more others notice but there's some wonderfully evil in the town that calls to her.
Flaws: Wicked is insane. Whacked out, out of her mind insane. Her mind cracked when she became a vampire. Most times she speaks in riddles though every now and then she has a good day where she speaks normal. Sometimes she goes into fits of rage for no reason, screaming and fighting anyone who touches her. After words she goes into a catatonic state. After these episodes she never remembers having them. She doesn’t see the world as we do, and that can be very dangerous. It also tends to make people leery of her. It doesn’t help that she tends to call humans cows. It’s probably a type of psychosis or mania but we’ll never know for she’d eat any doctor one might try sticking her in a room with.
Even if you don't believe, religious zymology repels her. Just seeing one will cause her to hiss at you before she goes into one of her fits. It makes it hard to pick on the priests and the religious that she so adores torturing. Over 300 years later she still hates anything to do with religion thanks to the Puritans. Just staring at a cross for a few moments makes her ill.
Another thing Wicked can’t stand is salt. It’s seen as a purifying agent is some cultures and because of it Wicked can’t stand for it to touch her. Throw some on her and she’ll just stand in place screaming until it’s off of her. If she spots a salt shaker she’ll scream for you to get it away.
Wicked as a temper. It’s gotten her in trouble a time or two. It wasn’t her fault that the stupid cow made her mad and she had to attack him right then and there in front of everyone. Which then resulted in much running for ones life.
Merits: One wouldn’t think that Wicked was a killer. Her sweet face and smile make her unassuming. Even if she does talk a little strange, one look at her innocent face and they’d never dream that she’d hurt them. It makes luring her future play toys much easier.
Wicked has a danger sense. She just knows when someone is about to harm her. It’s just a sense of danger she feels moments before it happens. It’s strong enough that it will pull her out of her sleep if someone is about to try harming her while she sleeps.