Name: Victoria Renee Adams (formerly McLaughlan)
Nickname: Tori to most people. My husband used to call me Penny from my hair color.

Gender: Female
Age: 48
Age When Turned: 36
Species: Vampire
Coven: Affiliated with the Enashe Coven

Birthplace: Ontario Canada

Occupation: Doctor, I work at the hospital for the most part, but I have my small little practice for house calls on the side.

Physical Description: I stand about 5’6”, around average for women this day and age. My hair is a dark copper color that appears mostly brown, but under the right lights you can see all sorts of shades of reds. My eyes are a grayish green, a cloudy jade or so I would say. I used to weight about 150 or so, but during my illness I lost a good deal of weight, ending up about 135. I look older than 36, the age I was turned, closer to my actual 48. Well not that old. Probably about 40ish or so. My body went through a lot the last few months of my life.

Snapshot of Me: I love what I do. I love being able to help people and to reassure them that things are going to be fine. The money’s not bad either, but I would do it even without the money. After all, in my private practice I hardly earn anything at all. Maybe a cup of coffee that I’ll turn down, but usually no cash. I catch on quick with technology, as is a must for every good and adaptable doctor, and I happen to love my new Blackberry Bold, my iPod and MacBook and my state of the art Volvo. It’s a nice car really. My one little splurge. My BMW 605i Coupe is the current love of my life and I wouldn't give that car up for just about anything. The windows are tinted so I don’t have to worry about the sun and it has just about everything I need. My son says I’m having a mid life crisis, and he might be right. But he doesn’t seem to care when he wants to use it.

History: Ever since I was little I wanted to be a doctor. Of course every little boy or girl at one point wants to be a doctor, but realistically, not everyone becomes a doctor. But I was one of the few who didn’t give up the dream and studied to reach my destination. I worked hard, I made myself be better than I thought I could. I went to the US for school, accepted in to John Hopkins Medical school at the age of 23 (in 1983). It was there that I met my future husband, Jason Adams. We were always at odds in classes. Debating diagnoses fiercely, eagerly trying to prove the other wrong. We were married two years later on a fun trip to Vegas, and once we graduated and completed our residencies, we moved back up to Canada.

I wanted to be closer to my family, and he had none so he didn’t mind. Well it wasn’t too long until we had a family of our own. It was just after we finished moving that I found out I was pregnant. We welcomed Anna in 1989, a beautiful little girl who looked so much like her father. And two and a half years later in late 1991, Jason came home and proudly told me that he’d been given his own diagnostics team and was basically the second in command in the Diagnostics department. And well I had my own delight to share. I was pregnant with our second. I continued to work in the pediatric office I started at, because there, they understood children of course.

Tyler was born in 1992 just after Jason’s own birthday, in fact, only a few hours after. But due to complications I wouldn’t be able to have any more children… But… That was okay though. I suppose… I wanted more, but we were stretched as it was, seeing as how I hadn’t been working too much the past two years.

For the next few years I juggled work and family just like every working-mother has to and I have to say I did things quite well. So well in fact that I forgot myself completely. It wasn’t until I passed out at work once that I began to notice other signs and symptoms that something was wrong with me. I had lost a lot of weight… I noticed bruises that I didn’t remember getting. From just little things that never bothered me before. I was feeling ill almost all the time… Sick to my stomach. I was terrified… I was afraid to get it checked out. I pretended like nothing was happening. I kept thinking about my children, they were still so young. Anna was only nine… Tyler only six…

Jason begged me to go though, so I did. And just as I feared… The diagnosis came back as every mother’s nightmare… I had CLL Leukemia. There was nothing that could be done. I knew that, Jason knew that… It could be managed for a short time… But I had only a few months left. The fear overwhelmed me… The pain of never getting to see my children grow up, knowing that every day they would think about me…

But Jason and I promised to continue as if nothing happened. As if everything were fine. Not to tell our children about what was going to happen.

The clock was running out, and the depression was sinking in as the pain grew worse. One night though… Jason came home with something I hadn’t seen in the weeks since the diagnosis. Hope. He said that there was a doctor he worked with. One who said that he could help me. The doctor said he couldn’t explain it, but he could cure me. He could help me live again. Not just manage it.

I would try anything, and Jason agreed. He’d worked with this doctor for years now, and he was one that everyone loved, everyone said could work miracles. He said that he would have to take me away for a few months. Somewhere I would be safe during this treatment. Of course I didn’t mind. A few months away from my children, or a lifetime? So we told them that mommy was really sick, but she was going to get better. She had to go away for a little bit to a place where they could cure her.

He took me to Dematire in 1998, a place I’d stayed away from because of the horrendous crime rate. I didn’t understand, but he took me to a place called the Ace High Casino. There he explained to me the only way I could live. He could turn me in to a vampire, and he brought me here to show me what it would be like and the support I would have once I became a vampire. I was stunned as reality came crashing down around me that things like vampires really did exist… But if I could be saved… If I could live to be with my children…

I agreed, only if I could tell Jason what had happened. He agreed reluctantly, knowing that Jason wouldn’t tell anyone and probably wouldn’t want to be one himself. I understood it meant staying as I was forever even as everyone around me grew old, eventually dying. But I didn’t want to live forever anyway. I wanted to be there for my children…

He turned me just in time really, the days were ticking away, I was growing weaker, and the medication I was taking had started to become useless. Over the next several months… Maybe a year… I stayed in that city, learning about the extent of my powers. Learning to control the thirst, learning how to resist blood the human heartbeat. It was difficult… But hearing my children’s voices, Jason’s voice gave me all the encouragement I needed.

When I returned to my family, Jason was overjoyed to have me back. I could see the toll that everything had taken on him, so I told him that I wanted to take time off, our family. He agreed and so we took a cruise in Alaska for almost a month. There the clouds let me come out during the day so I could be with my family, and it was the most wonderful thing I could imagine. To be there, when a year before… I thought all hope was lost.

We ended up moving to Alaska at the end of 1999, where the cloud cover let me appear normal during the day, and when it was sunny, I could say that some experimental medication I had taken in the past had made my skin highly photosensitive. It was a good cover really.

We lived there until 2004… Jason was killed in a car accident. A driver had lost control on the icy roads… I walked away without a scratch… But Jason was killed instantly. There had been nothing I could do for him. No way I could help him like I had been helped. The grief hit me keenly, and I don’t think I’ve been the same person since. But I moved on… I had to. Putting on a brave face for them. We moved back to Dematire then… I couldn’t stay there any more. Too many memories. So I decided to move to the one place that I thought would be good. The schools were decent, and I had friends there as well, ones who could help me if trouble arose.

Anna’s twenty now, Indiana University Jacobs School of music. She always loved to sing and dance and so I encouraged her to all through her life. She wants to be on Broadway one day and I promised I would see her there and do what I can to get her there. Tyler’s just turned eighteen and will be graduating soon, he’s not exactly sure what he wants to do with his life, but he agreed to take classes at the local community college until he figures something out. Him and several of his friends plan to get an apartment to ‘strike out on their own’ as so many kids do this day and age, but I make sure both he and Anna know that they’re welcomed back any time they wanted or needed. I’ve continued to work in Hospitals, as well as keep up a small emergency service for people. Usually I don’t charge and take whatever I’m offered, as the people I help can’t always afford a doctor.

I still keep in touch with my parents. My father apparently is showing signs of Alzheimer’s, but only the beginning stages so he’s working with the doctors of course. My mother’s still as fit as ever though and insisting that I move back to Ontario, worrying about how bad the city’s become. I tell her she doesn’t have to worry but of course she doesn’t believe me.


Vampire Characteristics:
Powers:
Can Drink Dead Blood
Fantastic reflexes
Superb control when dealing with blood
Can blend in with human society
Can stand diffused sunlight
Can sense and even manipulate the emotions of young vampires and humans. not very powerful though.

Weaknesses:
Not as strong as most Vampires
Not as fast as most Vampires
Must feed nearly every night to keep up human-esque apperance
Vulnerable to fire
Stakes will kill

Others:
Does not need to sleep