| Chastity Leann Foster |
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| Portrayed By: | Christy Hemme |
| Status: | Alive |
| Age: | 21 |
| Occupation: | Gambler |
| Freak Factor: | Slayer |
Background
My story? Yeah, whatever. You really think you want to visit that sort of pain? Well. You're not getting it all in depth, maybe some of the high points. Where do we start? How about we start with my mother had me, my father ran away. My mom took a few shots at new guys, but they always did the same thing. Play nice until they got into her pants, then told her they weren't ready for being a parent.
So, responsible mother that she was, she sent me to an orphanage so she didn't have to be alone. Now it's off to foster home after foster home, more men letting me down and more women being weak and letting it happen. By the time I was old enough to run away and stay away from home I decided all men were worthless jerks and not worth anything other than the things they can get for you.
So, I hooked up with this girl, Destiny, and we walked together for a time. Sure the lovers thing made the guys watch hard. Fuck em. Let them watch. She taught me how to hustle, play pool and several poker games, and started me on my walk in a life of crime.
One night we have a big fight and I storm out. It had been a few days since that odd feeling that I didn't understand. A little dizzy spell and then whatever. I decided to go down town to play some pool and end up in a mess. Oh it started out normal enough. Hustle a few bikers and the like. One of them decide not to pay off and instead attack me. Weapons pass through my gloved hands, eventaully settling on a pair of knives. Next I know I am in a pool of dead bodies and I'm the last one alive. I freak, thank fate I play pool in gloves, and snatch the tapes from the cameras to destroy later. So far as I know, there's no evidence of what happened. Naturally, when Destiny finds me covered in blood in the bathroom trying to get clean…she bolts and I never see her either. Bitch. Did I mention I don't take rejection well? Well, if you didn't know before, now you know. Remember it.
On the road I go. Destiny discovers later that it's not wise to get on my bad side. We cross paths a few months down the road and she calls me a psycho bitch…so I show her. She was two punches from a morgue slab when I ran from the sirens. That was the end of Phoenix. Cities from there start to have that same ring. Settle for a while, then move on because I pissed someone off or someone done me wrong.
Gambling, women, and drinking. What else could I ask for? Oh yeah, there was the occasional breakin' an' enterin' ta make it more interesting. Then one night this guy crosses paths with me. He says I'm a Slayer and that I'm destined to kill vampires and demons. What? He's just another man. Then the vampire attacks. Wow, this guy was strong, but I was stronger. Way stronger. We tussled, he kept getting up. Where the Hell did I learn to fight like this? The dude gives me a sharp stick and says to punch it through the other dude's chest. OK. Then poof, there's only dust.
For the first time in more years that I can count, I let some guy, Mace, tell me about something. He helps me train my body for combat and teaches me how to sense vampires. It's weird and shock of shocks, it ends with rejection as well. One night on patrol some dyke looking bitch attacks us. She knocks me into a gravestone and by the time I am upright again she is gone and he is dead. Another person leaves me behind. Whatever.
Las Vegas. Sin City. Where else could I fit in? Maybe, just maybe, there is some hope for a normal life there. Whatever normal is. So much bad goes down there that I oughta fit right in and not really stand out in the crowd. Mace said there's other Slayers. Wouldn't that be cool? Another super powered girl like me? The things we might accomplish.
Logs
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