Bestiary

Your mistress didn’t kidnap you, she saved you from a life spent traipsing across county fair stages scattered throughout Louisiana. Sure you now stay in cheap, roadside motels, but your new job isn’t all that bad. You drive around in your van on lonely highways, picking up hitchhikers and lonely travelers. Once they’re in your truck, you slip them a mickey and bring them back to your mistress. When they’re out cold, your mistress takes a sip or two of their blood, and they’re none the wiser.

After she’s fed, you usher your “guests” back to the lobby with enough money for a good meal and a ride to somewhere. By the time you wander back to your room, your bags would already be packed and you’re ready to move on. On those rare occasions when your mistress loses control, you’ll load the body in the back of the van, and dump it in a place where you’re sure it won’t be found.

Your mistress treats you well, and you get along okay with the friends you meet up with from time to time. The nights are beginning to blend together, and you look forward to the small breaks in your routine. When your mistress is in a good mood, she’ll teach you how to run simple cons when the money gets tight, or you’ll stop at remote storage lockers to raid them for supplies. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this new life is

better than your old one, but every time you start asking questions, you get a little more of your mistress’s blood.

Image: She is a natural beauty of Creole descent whose appearance is only enhanced by makeup. When she’s on the road, she likes to have a couple of outfits and wigs on hand just in case she needs to look like someone else in a pinch. When she’s not out on the hunt for an unsuspecting mark, however, she likes to go au naturel. Those times, she’ll wear one of her many sundresses and takes off her wig to reveal closely-cropped, chocolate brown hair.

Roleplaying Hints: The living out of a suitcase thing sucks, but at least you can say you’re getting to see the world. You admit that your life is far less complicated than it was in your pageant days, but you have burning questions that never seem to be answered. For one, your mistress doesn’t seem to be hurting for money, which seems weird to you. For two, you’ve done some pretty gruesome things, and you know you should feel a lot worse about it than you do. Maybe one day you’ll figure out how to get the answers you need, but for now you do as you’re told. For now.