Campaign of the Month: October 2017
Blood and Bourbon
Samantha "Sammy" Hingorani
Crippled translator & reluctant housewife
Samantha Hingorani was the name on the tag on her first diaper. Fucking imagine that, your parents in a smear along the floor and the snaggle-toothed fuck who picks you up and patches you up names you what he found written on your diaper. Not that she isn’t grateful, of course. Her life couldn’t be better. Well, there is that little part where she’s scared shitless to leave the house warded to hell by blood magic against people (and things) that might break in. She has a shotgun by her bed, and set of crutches for the missing leg. Life’s a bitch, ain’t it?
To understand why, the story of Samantha Hingorani’s (“Sam” or “Sammy” to her friends) life has got to be peeled back. Her father was Indian (no, not Native American), her mother was a Louisiana native, and she already spoke two languages when she was four years old, English and Hindi. They were in a bad place at a bad time—Morgan City, LA, when Hurricane Andrew made landfall. A tree fell onto their old rental house, already long overdue to be condemned, and her parents died shielding her—or at least most of her. If Jacob hadn’t been in the city to help survivors, who knows what would have happened?
The Tremere took the orphan into his care and pushed her to learn more languages. She eventually turned into a full-blown linguist, making money online translating anime when she was in her teens, and official documents now that she’s older (though she’d probably still do the anime in her spare time, if she had any). Jacob started having her translate confusing old books around the same time he made her a ghoul and revealed what he was really. Now she’s basically a full-time housewife with a part-time job, hobbling around the house on crutches taking care of the other brats Jacob takes in for any amount of time. The only job she doesn’t (always) have to do is fix dinner, which Jacob likes to do when he’s home. Speaking of dinner, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy her monthly feeding time. Her savior’s and master’s blood made all other food taste like Costco macaroni & cheese the first time she tried it. She still craves the vitae like hell, and when Jacob needs a snack, it’s almost too much for her.
She was recently killed after her domitor disclosed his haven’s location to known psychopath and cannibal Bobbi Jo Boggs and asked the Sangiovanni to help look after his unruly wards.