Evelynn Wren (WoD)

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• Real/Birth Name: Hayley Elizabeth McGeorge
  
• Known Identiy/Mortal Alias: Evelynn Harper
  
• Place of Origin: London, England, United Kingdom
  
• Height: 5'7"
  
• Occupation: Courier
  
• Apparent Age: Late-20s
  
• Embraced: 1948
  
• Kindred Status: Ancilla
  
• Sire: Unknown Sabbat
  
• Clan: City Gangrel
  
• Clan Status: Antitribu
  
• Sect: Camarilla
  
• Sect Status: Respected
  
• Player/Type: NPC

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Background

Hayley was the only child of an American who served in the Great War, who married a London nurse he met after he was attached to her unit as an ambulance driver and mechanic. A good-hearted, though spirited and mischievous youngster who enjoyed defying social conventions, Hayley grew up spending time working on vehicles with her father; she knew how to take a car apart and rebuild it before she was even old enough to actually drive them.

To take advantage of her adventurous spirit, her parents got her into the Brownies when she was just 7, which Hayley absolutely loved and absorbed everything they could throw at her. She would continue through the Girl Guides different levels as she got older, progressing to the Guides when she turned 10, then the Sea Rangers when she turned 14 and was a member until the Second World War caused disruption in everyone's lives. She credits her membership of the Guides as being what gave her orienteering and survival skills that would serve her well in her unlife.

She was chiefly educated at the London Oratory School, a Catholic school in Chelsea where she did a common academic curriculum focusing on English Language and Literature, Catholic scripture and the Latin language, the Sciences (predominantly physics) as well as learning the French language. Although they were non-examined classes, she also studied athletics (she particularly enjoyed tennis and fencing) and drama classes. She did well enough to earn her Higher School Certificate, but not enough to pursue to University; although she will point out 80% of people did not progress further than her level at the time, especially women and considering the subjects and employment opportunities available for women back then.

As she entered her teens, however, a combination of working on vehicles with her father, learning to drive, and her physics classes led to her developing a love for automobiles. It wasn't long before she was, at first assisting, then later directly competing in racing at the Brooklands motor-racing circuit. She was good, but unfortunately, the RAC did not allow professional women races back then, or she might have competed professionally and made a career out of it. Or maybe not, as soon after graduating from school, the Second World War broke out.

Wanting to do her bit for the war effort, she enlisted with the Women's Royal Naval Service (the WRNS, commonly known as the Wrens) which were recruiting women. Although she wanted to be a driver, because of her mechanical and racing skills she was instead made a Third Officer despatch driver (service number 7260) and given further training in motorcycles, especially evasion and repair techniques. Although she had raced and driven many types of cars and vehicles, and a few motorcycles, motorcycles of the speed and power like the Triumph motorcycle she principally used (RN 8101), were relatively unfamiliar to her; but she found herself really enjoying using them, as well as the thrill of the danger of her job. She served well and with distinction, earning a British Empire Medal for bravery when, one night during the Blitz, she was to take an urgent despatch to Plymouth. The journey was long, cold and arduous, full of obstructions, debris, explosions and anti-aircraft gunfire. As Hayley neared her destination, a bomb fell nearby, throwing her off her motorcycle. Although she was not seriously hurt, her bike was mangled and beyond immediate repair, so she ran the final mile to deliver her despatch papers. Then, once they were delivered, she requested a new bike so she could go back out and carry on working.

Ironically, the war would bring her happiness in the form of Hugh Carter, an American USAF pilot who had volunteered and been transferred to the RAF's 609 Squadron to aid in what would become known as the Battle of Britain. Although he was polite and respectful in his own way, Hugh had a mischievous and cheeky manner that was uncommon with the typically more-reserved British, which appealed to Hayley's own mischievous personality. A couple of months later they were courting, and a few years later, in 1944, were married.

Despite Wren despatch drivers accounting for a third of the Wren war deaths due to the dangers of their job during the blitz, and the risks of active combat pilots like Hugh, both of them, fortunately, came out of the war intact. Shortly after the war Hayley and Hugh moved to America, obtaining a small home in the outskirts of Los Angeles with a large field suitable for accommodating the use of a small biplane. Hugh worked as a crop-duster pilot and flight instructor and Haley helped him with the administration and mechanics side of things; even learning how to pilot herself. Hugh introduced Hayley to his passion for flying, and Hayley introduced him to her passion for motorcycles. Hayley even became a member of both the Motor Maids female motorcycling association, as well as a member of the 99's organisation of female pilots. Riding together on motorcycles through the state highways and flying together would be a passion they would enjoy together and often. At least, until Haley gave birth to a daughter, Evelynn (named after her grandmother), a few years later. This would be the happiest period of Hayley's life.

But then tragedy struck. Unbeknownst to then-mortal Hayley, Los Angeles was a Camarilla domain which had undergone the Second Anarch Revolt in 1944, with Los Angeles becoming the first of the Anarch Free States. A period of chaos followed this, with both the Camarilla and Sabbat sending infiltrators to probe for weakness in the new Barony.

A Sabbat "war party" used the common Sabbat tactic of creating "shovelheads" - mass-embraced "drafted" cannon-fodder that could be thrown at the enemy with little care for their low-chance of survival - and Hayley's home was unfortunately randomly targeted for recruitment. The pack invaded their home as they were having dinner, overpowering Hugh and Hayley with ease. The couple were then dragged out to their garden, forced to dig open graves, then had the Embrace forced on them. As they transitioned to unlife, they were bashed over the head with a shovel, thrown into the graves and buried. Hayley awoke underground and nearly lost her humanity in the combined sheer terror of being "buried alive," an inability to feel her heart beating, or natural breathing, tears of blood, and the strange hallucinatory visions of the Embrace; but somehow she not only succeeded in pulling herself out of the ground but managed to retain her humanity, although lost and bestial to her first frenzy.

As "a reward for being first" she was presented with what she could only acknowledge as a source of vitae. It was only after her frenzy and bloodlust subsided that Hayley realised she had been made to devour her infant daughter. Realising the Sabbat would eliminate her if she showed the turmoil in her heart, she bit her lip and said the first monstrous thing that occurred to her, which would haunt her thereafter: "Tasty." After Hugh pulled himself out, the pack took them out on their first hunt and made them bring home their neighbours - an elderly couple. Deciding they were too old to embrace (although some of the pack claimed "it would be funny"), the pack hung them upside down in their living room and cut them so they would bleed slowly, like a beer barrel for the pack. The true horror, however, was seeing Hugh had lost his humanity and become a monster, revelling in the blood and seemingly little grief over Evelynn's death.

As the dawn approached Hayley realised that the pack members became victim to the day-sleep more pronouncedly than she did (due to her humanity) and, although it cost her a great effort of will, she only pretended to go into daysleep whilst forcing herself to remain awake until all the pack members were asleep. She then poured motor oil over the area, chained the door shut from the outside, set the oil on fire, and crawled into her neighbours' cellar as the first rays of the dawn sun seared her flesh. She fell into her first daysleep torpor to the sounds of the Sabbat's screams. Those that somehow escaped the fiery conflagration were met by the sun. Although she did not know if any would survive and murder her, she drifted to sleep grinning with the cold comfort of having avenged her daughter and her husband, who she considers to have died during the embrace, and not in the fire she started.

Hayley was fortunate that she was discovered by ghouls that arrived with the firefighters. The ghouls bound her and secreted her out of the area whilst she slept to protect the Masquerade, and she was taken to their masters. She awoke the following evening surrounded by a group of Anarchs, who interrogated her about the fire and her Embrace. Having nothing but hatred for the Sabbat, she defiantly told them what she had done and why, not understanding that these were Anarchs and enemies of the Sabbat; she believed they were "more vampires" and would murder her for her actions, but did not care.

The anarchs actually took pity on her, and the Baron was even grateful that she had eliminated a Sabbat pack that had been causing problems for them during a fragile time. The Anarchs taught her the rudiments of kindred society, enough for Hayley to understand the difference between the main sects and that California was a battleground between the Camarilla, the Sabbat, and this new "Anarch Movement" faction. They even offered her the chance to stay, as many kindred were flocking to the new Barony to escape the stifling Camarilla territories. Though grateful, Hayley realised she could not stay in Los Angeles - it was too painful. Her life was over, and she had died along with Evelynn and Hugh. She was now in a new unlife, and needed to make a new start.

So she used the last of her mortal went back to her home one last time to steal her own Triumph motorcycle (she feared the consequences of mortals discovering she had not died in the fire, as it would be hard to explain why she would not have been in the house, without making her look the arsonist - which, technically, she was). She took the name Evelynn to honour her daughter (shortened to "Eve" amongst friends and more commonly in the modern nights), along with the surname Wren as a way to spite the Sabbat. They had wanted to destroy her humanity and connection to her mortal life, so she would pick a name that was a constant reminder about her mortal life - and would help turn the painful memories into more bittersweet ones, and serve as an anchor for her humanity.

Over time she made friends (and enemies) along the way, and would semi-settle in the Camarilla city of Ashford, although she would travel a lot around California and other states - though she would find this dangerous as kindred domains were very mistrusting or hostile towards new and nomadic kindred. She was upset when the Gangrel clan left the Camarilla, although it had its benefits. Being officially independent meant that, despite many Camarilla kindred now treating her with distrust, others took advantage of her clan's independence to employ her, including both Camarilla and Anarchs, especially when they needed a neutral in-between. She even occasionally would act as a liason between these and the Sabbat, typically employed by the Camarilla/Anarchs to deliver messages, or secretly using her contacts and City Gangrel blood to act as a spy within the Sabbat.

When the Sabbat launched their 2016 crusade, Cindy Walker would get the credit for making the call-to-arms for those Gangrel who supported the Camarilla to join and fight against the Sabbat. But it was Eve who convinced Cindy to make the call. In the aftermath of the Crusade, Eve enjoys new-found respect and official recognition of membership in the Camarilla and has made Ashford her permanent home. Whilst she has refused an actual position as one of the Sheriff's hounds, she respects the new Sheriff and often helps him out, couriers important information for him, or spies for him in Sabbat territory. She has even formed a coterie of sorts with Lilah Fox and Morena Arjona.

Despite being comfortable in Ashford, the thrill and freedom of flying a plane (or helicopter, which she has since learnt how to operate), or the lure of the open road still makes her leave frequently on many, typically dangerous, courier, scouting and espionage jobs.

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