Leanessa Salnikov

Leanessa "Lenne" Salnikov

19

April 2, 1994

Human

Female

Father: ---
Mother: ---

Strength and enhanced healing.

Mortal

In the earlier years and at some point of my life, I had a mother and father. They were kind, caring and loved me dearly. This is the memory I have had of them for many years until I was "summoned". At first, Philippe came to us as a tutor - someone that my parents enjoyed the presence of because he would encourage me to complete all my studies during his stay with us. I would say that they considered him as a "breath of fresh air". While I am certain that my parents loved me very much, they were less enthusiastic about assisting me in my studies and found it more convenient to displace those matters onto a more suitable individual as a scholar such as Philippe. The longer he stayed with is and lodged in the family guest house, the more familiar he pushed himself to be with me. I was seventeen when he first introduced me to "Slaying". I barely knew how to hold a knife and in those times, he had expected me to have previously known many things about it. As time progressed, he educated me in more than just my schoolwork. We had transformed the guest house into some training facility and deformed the wooded area of my back yard from all the practice I'd done with various weapons and hanging dummies from branches. By the time I was nineteen, I had mastered countless things, even the uses of a rifle and hand gun. I knew nothing of real monsters then; only things that I had heard from Philippe's stories and descriptions. He never allowed me to touch his books and was over protective of them as to close them up in his wall safe. But I soon learned of them personally from encounters I then had days after. Cemeteries. I avoided them at first. They frightened me but it was his coaxing that brought me there. Vampires. Werewolves. There were even creatures there that had names that my mind could not even begin to process nor my lips pronounce. I saw many things that, in my youth, should not have seen. But there I was and he taught me never to fear but be strong.

One night, I came home to find my house in shambles. They had followed me home one night. I was not a "Slayer". There could only be "One" and the "One" lived in California. So then, who was supposed to slay the monsters beyond? My parents were horribly brutalized but not dead. "End their suffering." Philippe instructed and in a fit of tears, I did.

I never want to be a "Slayer". So, Buffy better not die.



Five Years Later

During a rather heated and fierce fight with Dracula's whores - Aleera and Marishka, Aleera took a blade to my torso after I had witnessed the murder of my dearest comrade, Seth. That was when I fell - dead, a goner, deceased - and for once, I was in peace. Seth was the only real friend I knew and now, I was in heaven with him. At least, I had thought.

Overwhelmed with panic with his pain and feelings of failure to have produced an adequate vampire slayer, Philippe sacrificed himself as an offering so that I could live again. What might have possessed him to do such a thing, I still don't fully understand. Perhaps it was his pity for me for having been pulled into such a livelihood or that I had been pressured to murder my parents at his order in my youth...sacrifice the sinner to save the slain? One day, I hope to understand. I had lost everything on that day; money, prestige, security. I was forced to live on the street with no further resources other than what good graces could afford me. This was the life he had made for me.

Born November 17, 1973.

Passed November 15, 2010

"Rest in peace, you bastard."

Poverty. Lots of poverty.

Lenne is essentially nonchalant. She's found company around the most unusual crowds.

She hates the role that she's been given as a Slayer.

Manhattan. Well, that was definitely different from New Orleans and the mess of strange disgusting things that she had experienced there. There were only so many pubs and clubs that she could nest in before everyone knew her name and her horrible habits. No, she had had enough of that. Instead, she packed up whatever it was that she owned and decided to head to a different place. Sometimes, starting fresh rather than having to create a fresh set of new lies. After losing her Watcher Philippe and her friend Seth, Lenne had had just enough indeed.

The slayer didn't own many things. All of her belongings perhaps amounted to objects that could fit in just two large boxes. Of course, Lenne wasn't very wealthy either. While her family essentially had fortune, her parents unfortunately did not live long enough to pass those riches to their daughter.

"Here's your keys, ma'am." Said the landlord as he led her to the apartment door. The pictures she saw on the internet were far from what the apartment looked like in person. "Thanks." Lenne rolled her eyes and forced a smile. As the man walked away, she pushed through the doors and locked the thing behind her. "Holy shit." The only reaction that she could give after seeing what she had to work with. The space was relatively ratty, to say the least.