Post by Magda on Oct 15, 2005 17:46:56 GMT -5
Full Birth Name: Magdalene Choiseul.
Alias/ nickname: Magda.
Race:
Gender: Female.
Age: Sixty. Appears to be in her mid-twenties.
Physical Appearance:
The first and perhaps most striking feature of Magda is her face. Back in her youth, Magdalene seemed to have this sort of soft, fresh-faced, English Rose sweetness: ivory skin, flushed cheeks, bee stung lips. Nowadays, what used to be the looks of a young girl has matured to the striking visage of a woman.
Originally inheriting her mother's deep silver eyes, they've now become a liquidy and soulful silver-green, though can leak to a more amber, auric colour when angered. This molten gold is the colour they become as a wolf. Something else she owes to her mother's genetics is the grace and elegance with which she moves, as well as her lithe, willowy frame bearing strong shoulders and broad hips.
However, from her father's side she has inherited her alabastrine complexion and distinctive raven hair. It reaches down to mid-back in thick waves or straight, glossy sheets.
She has a heart shaped face with a strong jaw line and a straight nose. Her eyes are large, almond shaped and an alluring emerald green, shot through with drops of platinum. These haunting eyes never shed tears, and are framed by screens of long, dark lashes beneath arched eyebrows. Setting off her face are her high cheekbones and full lips.
Magda values comfort and practicality over style, often found with hoodies, leather jackets, and Doc Martens. She's also quite partial to men's dress shirts and oversized knitted sweaters. She has, since the Battle of Namaești, begun to wear fashionable items again, more often opting for fine fabrics and formal attire as the warden of Choiseul Manor. However, she will willingly ditch the blouses and tailored trousers when expected to get her hands dirty, and she is not often seen without her bow and arrows. Even when well-dressed she will always keep a small collection of blades on her person.
At all times, however, she can be found wearing three necklaces. The first is an Angel necklace, a beautiful creation made of tiny metal plates with semiprecious stones as spacers. It once belonged to Kavalesh, daughter of Yeven, and was given to her by Stramnnar Inkuroski who took it from the throat of the dying Angel. He gave it to Magda after she left the pack. The second are the dog tags of A W Davis, won from him and kept as a trophy. The last is the necklace of Alonya Moonshallow, Strike's mother. Strike gave the necklace to her before the Battle of Namaești. The necklace bears a word written in Kragarian and is made of Kragarian metal.
Personality Traits:
Magda has always been both steady and adaptable, able to change how she interacts with the world and others depending on the times, yet remaining the same person at her core. Since the age of sixteen, back when the world was a war-torn place between Hunters, immortals, and the government, her personality has survived; cool, calm, and collected. Magdalene is, at her most basic, fundamental qualities, a guardian. Even before she became a Werewolf, she was Alpha-like in nature, willing to do almost anything to protect, to heal, and to guide those she loves. Her drive to be a doctor and surgeon stemmed from this desire to care for others.
However, she is also a very secretive woman. She doesn't tell those she cares about how she feels. This has caused her great pain in the past, as her comrades have died without ever knowing the truth. This has not changed her ways, though. Her distance is due to the fact that Magda is not an easy truster. Having lived much of her life in a constant warzone, and having fought in two great battles of the age and survived, she bears the mentality of a soldier. Even though she is now leading a beacon of peace and diplomacy between the races, her fortification of Choiseul Manor indicates that she is ever-ready for an attack, never letting her guard down for a moment. She thinks like a general first, and a politician second.
She adapts well to a variety of situations. As a diplomat, Magda is courteous and urbane. When dealing in a professional environment Magda tames herself to be firm and respectful, as she is expected to be. However, she is reluctant to allow others to see her as nothing more than a politician or businesswoman, given everything she's done in the past, and will gently remind others that she is more than words and wealth should they ever forget.
Magda is proud, graceful, disarmingly forthright, laconic, and fierce when she needs to be. She is a highly capable woman who tries her best to help those who live at the manor, to protect, guard, and lead when and where the city needs it most.
Weaponry:
Magda has equipped herself with a pair of long, slim knives and a set of aerodynamic throwing blades that she carries on a leather bandoleer. Trained in archery and fencing as a child and adolescent, Magda has picked up on her old talents again. She is now rarely seen without a bow and quiver across her back. Of course, when all else fails, she isn't a stranger to fighting by tooth and claw.
Extras:
(Permission given from Strike.) The Kragarian necklace of Alonya Moonshallow bears defensive properties. So far, Magda has discovered that in times of emotional stress and desperation, she can form a protective shield around her, and emit pulses strong enough to throw people across rooms. However, Magda has little control with it, and has been meditating daily for the past five years in order to try and control the power or see if such magic could be fine-tuned. So far she has not been successful.
History Summary:
History collapsed into chunks to remove the wall-of-text.
Birth and ChildhoodMagdalene was born, feet first, to her parents, Meredith and Lamient Choiseul. Theirs was a family once-obsessed with dynasty and bloodline, the kind that harboured dusty papers in the attic documenting births and deaths, and took care of ancient family tree-depicting tapestries. Though, there was no room for ancient, aristocratic dynasties and long-dead wealthy businessmen in a rapidly modernising world where technology dominates. Maybe if Magda had been born some few hundred years prior, then maybe their old names, may have held some kind of importance or gravitas. Back then, being called a Choiseul would have meant something. These days it didn't matter.
Hers was an old Conservative family, traditional by nature. That wasn't to say they were old-fashioned though. Her father was a doctor, and her mother was a writer. Well, she had an English degree and her profession was based on literature, but she also dabbled in political matters.
It was Meredith's father who owned the source of the family fortunes though, a Europe-based organisation known as Chevenix Trading Company (CTC). It was a fancy way of saying that they were arms dealers. When he retired, he passed this company to his daughter, and when Meredith married she changed the name to Choiseul Trading Company, although she still ran the business.
Magdalene's childhood was a happy, albeit lonely one. CTC was based mainly in Western Russia and Scandanavia, meaning that there was a lot of travelling around to be done. Her parents' trips to Finland and Russia meant that Magdalene was often left at home with a nanny and the maids. It also meant that Magda was taught moderate quantities of the Finnish and Russian languages. Though, when Magdalene was six, the EU introduced a trade embargo, meaning that they either had to shut down the company, or move. Her parents chose the latter, moving to the U.S.A. so that they could continue trade which soon spread worldwide. CTC became Choiseul International Trading Company, or often abbreviated as merely CITC.
As a pre-teen, Magda often learned how to ride a horse and how to fence, often including things such as archery just to be away from the empty manor. She excelled at school, aced her exams, and at sixteen years old had incredible grades and potential. Only... that's when it all went wrong...
The TurningMagda rolled over, and opened her eyes. Choiseul Manor wasn't normally this cold, the heating was never turned off at night. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and pushing her unbrushed hair from her face. She pushed back the duvet, and swung her legs out of bed. She crossed her bedroom and opened the mahogany door, shivering, and feeling exposed in her nightie.
"Hello?" Her voice echoed down the oak panelled corridor as she stepped into the weak, grey light, and padded over the Persian rug over to the grand staircase. She sneezed, and her mutters of, "urgh," reverberated through the wood. She sniffled, and descended the flight of stairs, her pale, slender hand slithering down the banister. She crossed the foyer to the drawing room, and swung open the door.
"OK, I'll be right there." The receiver was clicked back onto its hook, and her father turned.
"What's wrong?" Magdalene asked, her voice quiet.
"House call. I've gotta go out, Magda," Lamient replied, crossing the room for his long black outdoor coat.
"Can I come with you?"
Her father grinned, eyed her in her nightwear, "not like that you're not, but if you get dressed in time then you can wait in the car."
Magda turned and raced upstairs, pulling on her clothes. She dragged a comb through her elbow-length raven hair, tied it up quickly in a high ponytail and sprinted back downstairs, almost tripping on her jeans hem. Her father was at the door, and at her appearance, he unhooked her trench coat from the coat hanger and handed it to her. The night outside was completely black, starless and a single crescent moon winking at their zenith. It was raining heavily, and they both sprinted to the Jeep, wrenching open the front car doors simultaneously and climbing inside the dry interior, slamming the doors shut behind them. They stopped to catch their breaths for a moment, before Lamient turned the key and reversed, pulling on his seat belt. Magdalene followed suit, as they backed out of the drive of Choiseul Manor, and along the countryside lane onto the motorway.
Quarter of an hour passed in silence, and they turned off the motorway down a black road heavily overgrown with weeds and large trees blocking the sky from view. A mansion appeared through the gloom, the windows were black but a few on the bottom floor were lit with yellow. They pulled into the semi-circular drive, and her father parked. The rain had now ceased to a dense fog, and her father pulled out the key and climbed out of the car, knocking on the front door. A silhouetted figure opened it, worried voices floating through the air as Magda wound the window down for some air. Her father stepped inside and the silhouetted figure closed the door behind him.
Magdalene leaned forward to the radio, turning the dial slowly, skipping all the classical music and R&B channels. The only thing on were loops of soppy music while the radio stations were closed for the night. She finally settled on the best thing there was; the weather.
Over the course of the next hour, the newsreader's voice reduced to a dull whine in her ears as her father returned from the house. He waved goodbye to the silhouetted figure, who closed the door. Her father stumbled to the car door and opened it, collapsing inside.
"Dad, are you OK?"
"I'm fine Magda hun," he replied, stuffing the key clumsily in the ignition.
"Dad, is that blood?" She asked, pointing to a patch of red on her father’s coat on his left shoulder. Magda’s father turned to face her, leaning forward and suddenly sinking his fangs into her bare neck. A few seconds passed, Magdalene's eyes closed with pain, her entire body stiff with terror as her father sat up straight again, and then seemed to suddenly realize what he'd done.
"Oh god, I'm sorry love. I couldn't help it..."
Magdalene wrenched open the glove compartment, grabbing a packet of tissues and dabbing at her bleeding neck, simply nodding at her father's feeble explanation and shooting him horrified looks.
Her father leaned close again, and Magdalene flinched, afraid her father would bite again. Instead he whispered in her ear, "let's keep it our little secret eh Magda?"
Magdalene nodded, agreeing to anything, and kept the tissue to her neck. The way home seemed a short one, and in what seemed like only a few minutes, Magda was clambering out of the car and sprinting to the house as fast as her wobbly legs would take her. She sprinted upstairs and quickly got changed for bed, laying a towel over her bed for the punctures on her neck. She climbed back into the cold sheets and forced herself to fall asleep, not wanting to hear her father come to bed.
In the early hours of the morning she woke again, and after unsticking her half-congealed neck from the towel, climbed out of bed. She crossed the hallway into her parents’ room to climb into their bed which was always warm, to see her father bending over her mother, Fangs stuck into his neck. Her mother was dead, long blonde hair covering her face apart from her large, wide silver eyes, staring and blank. All the blood had drained from her body, and her father looked up at her, the blood of her mother dribbling down his chin. It was a sickening sight.
"Our little secret Magda," he whispered, making a move to go over to her, but Magdalene had sped from the room, and by the time her father was out of bed, Magdalene had pulled on her clothes.
"Magdalene..." her father’s voice came from over the landing, as Magdalene sprinted from her room, down the stairs, and out of the front door.
WVRP: The New AgeMagdalene fled from her old existence. She ran for miles, only stopping when her lungs hurt and her feet bled. She was tired and drained, but food no longer looked appetising. It was as she had feared, Magdalene had become the very creature she had hated for robbing her of her parents. She wandered the streets for nights on end, and withdrew into the shadows during the day. Until when chance struck, and Magdalene stumbled across an old mansion, large in size, it's population also quite massive.
Upon entering, Magda's jaw had dropped. And stayed there.
It was because of this that Magda will never forget the first time she entered Colgan Manor. She got herself cleaned up, fed from the blood that was supplied, but although she hated herself for it, she couldn't help but enjoy the Immortality that ran through her veins. Her senses enhanced, her grace and elegance improved. During the night she was a Vampiress.
During the day she was alone. Each and every night she'd have haunting dreams of the scene in her parent's bedroom, the drops of blood trickling from her father’s chin as he raised his head from her mother's dead body.
"Our little secret Magda..."
Magdalene would rise screaming, her silver eyes wide and wild. Yet all would change when she turned nineteen and a blond-haired, blue-eyed man entered her life. A man that would call her 'Magda' the way her father had done.
His name was Cloud. They'd met at the Subway, Magda having exercised her stalking muscles. Following him off the train and out of the station, she had watched, wide-eyed as he had killed the first windego she had ever set eyes on. He seemed to hate her at first, but after two or three more encounters in which Magda seemed to always come to the rescue, they became friends.
All the time the memories of her old home beckoned, called to the Choiseul heir.
Now let's introduce another Vampiress shall we? By the name of Bastet Rancune. The two had met briefly in Colgan Manor, the Blood Bath Bar. By which time Magda had begun to like Cloud, more than just as a friend. She'd opened up to him and shared her past, as he had done with her, and had left after giving her a card with a phone number on one side and a motto saying 'Jack of all Trades' on the other. Now it just so happens that Bastet and Cloud had a relationship going at the same time. Nothing official, but enough for Magda to push herself away from him, concentrate on other goals.
Goals that included answering the call of her past.
Magdalene returned to Choiseul Manor. It was how it had always been, how it had always looked. It was just like how she remembered it had been like in the past when she'd been coming home from school. Only Magda wasn't a little girl anymore, and she had pushed the grief away blankly. All until she had pushed open her parents room. She could barely see the room for the past events that had occurred there. But there was no moonlight, no treacherous father, no dead mother. The servants had apparently changed the sheets and dismissed themselves, leaving nothing behind to betray the fact that they had ever been there. Just a few blood stains on the carpet. Her mother's blood. The blood that ran through her own veins.
Magda couldn't help it. She had broken down right then, right there, and hadn't emerged from her grief for another two weeks.
Now, the situation with Cloud took an unexpected turn. Something happened then, that Magda had never expected. Cloud lost his memory, clouded by retrograde amnesia that Magda did her best to clear. She worked in vain, and it was as if she was meeting him all over again. Then, upon the rooftop of the broken factory, they crossed paths once more. A short conversation had been followed by a kiss and departure, and that gave Magda new hope.
Once again, she started afresh.
The British forces had been brought over to help the Americans in destroying all Immortals. Magda had killed two windegos that night and had scaled the outer wall of a block of flats to collapse with fatigue inside. Having the door bashed open a few minutes later, Magda had faced the Commander of the British forces. AW Davis. Pursuing her through the flat and to the upper levels, Magda had found herself stranded on the roof. She had fought, and lost her sword's sister, before jumping, heavily wounded, from the multi-storey building. Davis had kept her sword, unaware to the magnetism between the two sister blades. After losing her, Davis' forced turned on a nearby Vampire, Sid Kerr. Magda had turned back to help, only to be defeated and nearly killed by Davis in her weakened state.
Magda and Cloud's last meeting had been at night. Magda had been feeding, and stepped back to find that she had left the woman sprawled in the same position that her mother had died in, the same expression, fearing, vacant, shocked. Magdalene had keeled back in horror. What had she done?
Fleeing from the warehouse, she had come across Cloud. To this day, their conversation is fuzzy to her memory, but she knew that they had talked about the situation, having just suffered Gage's departure. Then Cloud had suggested that she be the Vampire Leader. It had seemed a silly suggestion to her, but she had glowed with the faith he'd had in her.
Windegos had drawn near, and Magda had been forced to attack alone. Having killed it, Cloud had recovered from a collapse, and then her research had paid off. Showing him the old, tattered and worn phone number card, the words, 'Jack of all Trades' had glinted in the light. The card had sparked the memory of giving it to her, telling her his past, her telling him hers, and their old friendship. Unfortunately, the sudden rush of memories had pushed him over the edge.
Magda never recalled seeing him again.
She had wandered to the park one night, grieving for her own empty life. A Vampire by the name of Enthep had joined her as she sat on the swings, reminiscing. He too, had fought Davis, and so when Magda mentioned her own encounter, the two Davis-haters concocted a plan.
Magda had then returned to the Broken Factory where Cloud had kissed her. Thinking amongst skeletons of machinery and old memories, she had heard someone make their way through. At the time she had been unaware that it was the Werewolf Leader, Strike. Swinging down onto the lower level, a conversation had begun, shortly interrupted by the bombs and blazing duns of American and British forces combined, here to kill the one they called, "Big Dog." Only there was one complication: Magda. Opening fire, Magda had instinctively stepped in front of the Kragarian.... maybe it was that more than leading them away that begun the unlikely friendship between Werewolf King-chess-piece and Vampire pawn.
Davis still had her sister sword. The two held a magnetic-like attraction between them. Her experience with the oldest sister sword and her confidence had ensured that it was Davis who came to her. Indeed, he did, injuring her and Enthep who had come, and her house, demolishing a lot of it. She fetched Strike, to discuss what they should do with Davis. Strike had arrived, though within a matter of minutes, so had British forces. Shattering her windows with silver nitrate and UV bombs, Magda had been caught and kidnapped from her own home, collared like the animal she was labelled as, and forced to fight for the British. She left saying one word, not for help, or for aid, but to her kin. She yelled as she was pulled away, "crest." She had faith that they would know what she meant.
Strike had found the hidden passageway behind the radiator underneath the crest symbol in the dining room, and went through the tunnels to Colgan Manor.
The Final Battle had begun. Commenced by Commander AW Davis, Magda had been forced to kill her own people, fight those she knew, had seen the corpses of friends littering the grounds. That day had been rushed, blurred. Colgan Manor had vanished under a tidal wave of violet light, the Werewolves had joined and helped the Vampires fight, led by Strike, each one of them transformed into their battle states of half man, half wolf. It was a beautiful and breathtaking sight. Never before had Magda actually realised the beauty of being a Werewolf.
When the control to her collar broke, Magda was free. Ripping the collar from her neck, she had watched, staring across the battlefield as the fights disintegrated into nothingness and man turned against man.
"Soldiers of Black Omega... Fighting men of Delta White, Immortals... Hear me. The man known as Commander John Striker intends to kill us all. In a matter of minutes an apocalypse will come to this place, any one or anything left upon this field will die... This I cannot allow to happen. Know that I Commander Davis fight for you now. All of you, human and immortal."
Magdalene had never thought it was physically possible for the Commander she hated to fight for the Immortals, and yet there he had been, clinging onto a departing helicopter. And unfortunately for both of them, that was not the last time Magda and Davis saw each other.
Magda had survived the Final Battle.
Seventeen Year Time SkipDuring the seventeen years of peace, Magda used her medical knowledge to find herself a job, briefly, as a GP. She dared not trust herself with surgery. She was still in New York when the world began to crumble around them, aided by none other than the Vampire councilman - Greggory Smith - and his bag of lies. Magda began to truly hate what she was, loathed herself for being a Vampire, and after meeting Strike one evening on a moon-brightened beach, she mentioned this to the Kragarian and they cut a deal. Strike agreed to find her a subtance from thousands of years ago, back when it was his father that ruled over the Kragarian kind, before the existance of Werewolves. There had been a remedy of putting the tainted back, as was this that she used to become a Werewolf. Her part of the deal? To help him piss off Trisha.
Thus, Magda begame a Werewolf, the second person in existance to do it, and using a rather more unorthodox method than usual. She learned what it was to be a Werewolf, to be a predator. To see the sunlight on your face for the first time in twenty years and not sizzle under the light.
Magda was still living there when the world turned to shit, watching the planet turn and move through phases of peace and war. But this time, it's worse than before. And who knows how long this chaos will last?
WVRP: RequiemThe realms fractured.
Just ponder that sentence for a moment.
The realms fractured.
New York and the world of Strike’s Kragarian ancestors leaned a bit too close to each other, and the two realities merged and mixed. Suddenly maps were useless as swamps and desert appeared in New York, science was thrown aside as winged beings streamed through and began to enslave the Vampires. Angels had arrived in New York, and maybe in a thousand years time when people tell of the tale, Magda will be able to give a first hand, eyewitness account.
Outsiders emerged, created from mutated Vampires and Werewolves who had been infected with their virus and had become nothing but monsters roaming on the outside of the city limits.
Magda found herself adopting a small band of misfits as her friends; Stramn she met when he tried to defend a Vampire who had wandered into the Werewolf base, and his Neo-Nazi attitude and brute-like manner just deteriorated from there. She met Mich when she ran over the guy as he was streaking down Broadway, and by the end of the night ended up taking a towel rail to his head as well, and she came across Dane one night up in the fields by a fire, when Dane had come along and emptied the contents of his bag – a chopped up Vampire – onto the flames.
Trisha got murdered by Ivan, and it was Magda who broke the news to Strike, who, that night, had truly terrified her. To add insult to injury, Ivan had made an appearance at the Werewolf meeting – at which Davis had finally shown his face as a Werewolf after seventeen years of hiding – and pointed out all of Strike’s flaws and shortcomings. At the time Magda had thought of keeping the two apart, but knew that what was between them, their rivalry over Trisha, was between the two of them alone, and so she stepped aside.
Ivan’s words had made a mark on her, and as she lived under Strike she couldn’t help but see his faults. Strike had accepted Davis into the pack despite the fact that they had fought to the death at the Final Battle, and Davis had wanted Strike dead long before that, attempting it many times. Strike had accepted Davis into the pack with open arms, even giving him Kragarian bracers, but when Magda had asked him why, he suddenly hadn’t trusted her enough to tell her.
Treated like an outcast by her own pack leader, Magda had chosen to become one. She had cleared out her stuff from the security rooms on the top floor, taken the supplies she needed, and left. Davis came with her. She drove him to Choiseul Manor where, many years previously, he had been tied up and suspended from her kitchen ceiling, she had struck him across the face with a frying pan, and he had kidnapped her.
Stramn, already exiled from the pack for having attitude problems and issues with Oriana, Strike’s human girlfriend, gave Magda advice on going it alone as a wolf and gave her a few valuable tidbits that counted as currency in their age of post-civilisation. One of these bits of ‘currency’ was an Angelic necklace that he had taken from the neck of a dying Angel. Her name had been Kavalesh, daughter of Yeven. Magda still wears this necklace today. Most importantly, the two wolves agreed to watch each other’s backs, and Magda continued to honour this promise even when Stramn allied himself with the Angels and lived among them.
Strike called another meeting, announcing the splitting of the packs. Those that remained with Strike in the mall would agree not to harm the Humans under Oriana, and each would come to the other’s aid in case of emergency. The other pack would relocate to the city borders, not honouring the treaty and instead launching attacks against the Angels. Davis was named the Alpha of the second pack, and that was the greatest injustice of them all.
As a pack, they made one attack on the Angels, razing their crops and polluting their water system. The secrets of Davis’ past were not entirely buried, however, as Jordan, a wolf who had chosen to stray from Strike’s pack, found out about what Davis had tried to do nearly two decades ago.
Magda helped Isabeya, Stramn’s mate, in delivering her child, a son they named Alaric. Magda in return asked Stramnnar to tell her all he knew about the Angels, which he did, shortly before he was murdered by the Angel leader once Stramn’s usefulness had run out. Mich left the city, and Dane vanished after Strike’s meeting without so much as a goodbye note.
Once again, Magda was alone.
After her victory over Davis - during which she cemented herself as his superior and he, as her subordinate - she took his Black Omega dog tags as a token of her triumph, she returned to the Werewolf base to patch things up with Strike.
Wolves are social creatures, and like any being Magda needed people she could trust. Without friends, without family, and without allies, she would crumble. Her family had been taken from her when she was sixteen years old, and since then she had endured far too many enemies and far few friends, but she had survived largely on the support of one or two individuals. Strike had been the last one, and she'd lost him. Magdalene wasn’t able to take it anymore. She was alone and friendless, and she had nobody she could possibly turn to.
All those people in her past, those that had mattered to her... gone.
She couldn’t hold onto anyone.
They all left in the end.
"First things first – I don’t want to be misunderstood, Strike. I’m not asking to return, and even if I was, I wouldn’t expect you to let me anyway. I made a choice to live on the outlands like a fugitive and fight Angels, so I’m sticking to it. But Davis is not my Alpha. I've never, not for one moment, thought of him as one. You are my leader, you always were. Strike, I know where my loyalties lie, but unfortunately that’s just not where I belong. I am your wolf, now and forever, but I can’t live here. I'll have to return to the outskirts because the other pack needs as many fighters as they can get. And I’m not one to give up the battle."
Telling Strike of her win over Davis, Strike had said that she was becoming more and more similar to a Kragarian. "Be careful," he’d said, "or Crystal and I may have to start calling you sister."
Now dissatisfied with the lack of action Davis was taking against the Angels, Magda all but broke off from Davis’ pack. She had won over the man who was supposed to be her Alpha, and for a long time she had chosen not to live underground in the old quarry with the rest of Davis’ pack, but to remain in Choiseul Manor alone. Alone again in all but name, Magda began to use the information Stramnnar Inkuroski left her with to snoop around Angel territory in order to counterattack.
In secret, Magda drew up plans of war and recruited fighters. She had a bomb made to be carried into the desert and to be detonated to close the largest of the rifts, the one providing all the new recruits for the Angels. She told Strike her plans and the Alpha gave her his mother's necklace, an item which would shield her from danger and allow her to repel those who would mean her harm. On the third day, having set up two squads of three, they attacked at sundown. It was a three-layered attack, an army of Werewolves and Humans marching on the front of the fortress, whilst a vampire team, and a team of mixed bloods, consisting of herself, Davis, and Connor Moonshallow, took cover in the blind spots behind the sand dunes. The Vampires got in first around the back, seemingly as though they were the main intention of the war, whilst the hybrid team got in at the side, their mixed blood allowing to slip under the Angel's radar. They freed many of the Vampires, gathered intel, and detonated the bomb.
And so the Battle of Namaeşti was over.
Ten Year Time SkipAfter her victory in commanding the Battle of Namaeşti, Magda set about helping to rebuild the city whilst Strike vanished. She turned her attentions in particular towards Choiseul Manor, where many of the freed Vampires and those Werewolves who had been in the Outskirts pack but did not want to return to Moonshallow Alphahood settled in. Even a few Humans came to call the Manor home. Magda, having been Human, Vampire, and now Werewolf at different points in her life, accommodated all. It was because of this that Choiseul Manor came to be known as a place of amity and diplomacy. In later years it became an embassy and a symbol of peaceful relations between the races.
Once Choiseul Manor had been restored, Magda packed up her things and left the city. She went travelling for two years around the north-east, up through Connecticut and Massachusetts, through Maine and into Canada. She worked her way west again, all the time offering her medical services and helping cities get set up with communications that would allow them to contact New York, saving lives and imparting knowledge of her travels. Perhaps most important of all was the news she brought from other areas.
She eventually travelled south again, through Michigan, around to Ohio, and eventually returning to New York again.
When the economy was rebuilt, Magda began to run businesses from the Manor, buying raw materials and converting them to goods which were then sold on to fund the stocking, upkeep, and defences of the Manor. She sold her mother's precious jewels, diamond necklaces and earrings of emerald and ruby. She used the money to invest in the manor, buying looms and converting the stables, then buying the jewels back with the money she made.
Magda was also responsible for converting the hidden passageway that ran behind the dining room into a legitimate hallway for use. The passageway led down through the cellars of the Manor, and into the tunnels that lead below where Colgan Manor once was, into the subways, and nowadays links up to the old quarry where the Outskirts pack once lived. This passageway has come to allow Vampires to move through the city and take shelter even during the day.
WVRP: GenesisAs well as buying flax from the Human farmers and selling linen on the market, Choiseul Manor is also known for producing wine, honey, and soap. In secret, she also manufactures explosives in a bunker out in the grounds, but these are used to protect the Manor, which is now known simultaneously as a home, a fortress, a business, and an embassy.
Amongst everything else, Magda picked up meditation, trying to hone her mind, trying to properly utilise the magic of Alonya Moonshallow's necklace. Trying to see if it was possible to develop fine tune control. She has not yet properly managed to control it.
War commander, peace ambassador, influential businesswoman, Magda continues to help rebuild the city to this day.