History

Life

Bliss was the shame of her grandmother’s life and the inconvenience of her mother’s. Born to an alcoholic mother and unknown father, she was raised in an impoverished Cincinnati household by absent or aging caretakers. She soon learned the only person who’d take care of her was staring her in the mirror every morning.

Education seemed like a waste of time without parental encouragement. Teachers and grown-ups with the kindest intentions spoke about a middle-class white picket world that meant nothing to her. Poor grades, a long disciplinary record, and a stint in juvenile hall morphed into drugs, drinking, hard partying, and serial truancy as she got older.

By the time she was sixteen, Bliss had lived up to her grandmother’s worst fears and earned herself the kind of reputation a girl doesn’t lose. She crowned it all off by falling for the wrong guy and dropping out of high school, swept away by the belief that someone could save her. She left Cincinnati on the back of his motorcycle and never looked back.

Embrace

They only got as far as the nearest cheap motel before Bliss lay dying of a heroin OD in their room. The wrong guy looked down at her, sighed, then slashed his wrist and pressed it to her mouth.

Early Requiem

Bliss’ sire Jaime had intended to keep her as a ghoul, but something in the dying runaway moved him to pity. Undeath did not agree with the volatile and misbehavior-prone teenager. The Brujah blood made it worse. Bliss frenzied so often that Jaime wondered if wassail would claim her, and if letting her die from the heroin OD would’ve been kinder. But he always thought back to the sound of the insensate teenager’s shallow breathing, and what a tragic waste it seemed to let her die in a cheap motel.

Bliss wanted her sire to save her, but could sense he was no less damaged than her. He’d been run out of the California Free State for “burning too many bridges” and would elaborate no further. He seemed incapable of trusting anyone. Bliss wanted her savior to let her in. He had saved her, hadn’t he?

Sire and childe achieved some good by staying together: Jaime could restrain Bliss during her frenzies rather than let mortals pay the price. He taught her about the Masquerade, how to hunt without killing, and other basics of Kindred existence. But the relationship was too dysfunctional to last. They fought, often violently, and were ran out of towns they passed through. Eventually, one of their fights drew the wrong kind of attention. Jaime was destroyed by vampire hunters, leaving Bliss to make her own way in the world.

She was used to that.

The Big Easy

Bliss wound up in New Orleans for Mardi Gras and acquitted herself well in battle against some Sabbat. She made friends with other Anarchs who petitioned Philip Maldonato to let her stay in Mid-City permanently. Bliss spent her remaining years in the Crescent City as the quintessential angry Anarch. She filled her nights with partying, feeding, and fighting. Her krewe, Eight-Nine-Six, earned a reputation as the most violent (though not most powerful) Anarch gang in the city.

Bliss never seemed any less pissed off for it. Everything felt vaguely hollow. In her more loquacious moods (usually after feeding on a vessel with weed in their system) she would ask her krewemates if this was all there was. Some of their answers were more sympathetic than others, but none were particularly enlightening.

Coco Duquette spoke eloquently at rants about systemic injustices, why the world was the way it was, and conflicts and philosophies dating back to ancient times. The elder Brujah’s words simultaneously resonated and left Bliss feeling strangely inadequate.

Coco suggested she take a class or two at Delgado. The primogen had made it easy for Anarchs to enroll at the community college in her domain: she believed there was inherent benefit in educating neonates who hadn’t been to college. Bliss attended one class. Coco’s decision to also attend probably saved the instructor from a trip to the ICU.

Education was another failure. Bliss looked for other places to make herself whole. She and her krewemate Trent Ambrose, a Toreador graffiti artist maligned by his clan, fell into an on-and-off relationship. It was marked by cycles of passion, finding things to get angry over, violent arguments that escalated into physical altercations, and then tearful reconciliation. Bliss kept hoping Trent would save her, but not even she could say what she needed saving from.

Influence

Domain

Bliss and the rest of Eight-Nine-Six have carved out a modest chunk of territory in Mid-City that included the Rock-n-Bowl, a combination music venue and bowling alley. The krewe deals violently with trespassers.

Ghouls

Bliss does not keep ghouls, citing that “juice makes them pathetic.”

Pawns

Bliss has no significant influence over mortal society. Some of the business owners in her territory know she is dangerously unstable and not to be crossed. Although she looks like a teenager, she never gets carded at bars and clubs.

Status

Bliss has carved out a minor name among the Anarchs and her clan through a simple means: violence. She picks fights with anyone who pisses her off, even if they’re older and stronger. It’s crude, but it works. Everyone knows that crossing her means blood will be shed. Bliss’ standing in the larger Camarilla is negligible. (Anarch Status •, Brujah Status •, Camarilla Status 0)

Bliss is a member of the Eight-Nine-Six krewe. The small but violent Anarch gang also includes the Gangrel Cherry Nines, the Brujah Milagrosa Arencibia (also Bliss’ childe), and the Toreador Trent Ambrose. (Eight-Nine-Six Status ••)

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Genealogy

Lineage

Bliss was childe of Jaime Collazo, a Brujah Anarch from the California Free State who fled the region after “burning too many bridges.” He met final death at the hands of vampire hunters. Bliss had no idea who her ancestors were beyond her sire and didn’t particularly care.

Broodmates

Bliss had no idea whether her sire Embraced other childer or not. She didn’t particularly care there, either.

Childer

Bliss Embraced a single childe before she came to New Orleans: Milagrosa Arencibia, a gangbanger who reminded Bliss of her own sire. (Vidal almost certainly would not have granted the several-year-dead Anarch permission to Embrace in his city.) Milagrosa founded Eight-Nine-Six together with Bliss and met final death when the krewe was destroyed.