Jane Parker Boleyn



=Reputation=

"She is suprisingly overlooked, yet always listening, always there, always observing..."

Marius S. G. Cicero- Prince - Triad Praxis

"Oh, you adorable, stupid man. You know nothing of Madame Boleyn."

Krystallvier Blutjager- Baron - Triad Praxis

=Background= I was, in my human life, Lady Rochford. I was married to George Boleyn, the brother to Ann Boleyn. I served as her Mistress of Chamber during her marriage to Henry VIII, King of England. After Anne's beheading, and the beheading of my dear husband, I returned to court. At my words two lives were snuffed out. I gave the testimony of their supposed insestuous love affair to save my own skin. This weighed heavy on my heart.

I served the Kings next three Queens as Mistress of the Chamber. Jane Seymour was kind and loving woman. I saw in her a beauty that was never matched by any of his queens. Ann of Cleves came and went quickly,in and out of the King's favor, but it was my cousin by marriage that sealed my doom.

Catherine Howard was my cousin. She  paralleled Ann in both beauty and seduction. Catherine was a young woman and made the King feel young again. He returned to hunting, singing and dancing as much as his festering leg would allow. By this time he was  49 and full of infection and ailment. Being a young girl of 17 she sought the arms of a much younger man, Thomas Culpeper. The King disgusted her although she came to his chambers as wifely duty dictates. Thomas was a member of the King's court. He was a handsome devil with the cunning seduction of Charles Brandon. It was their love affair that led to my demise.

I watched in key holes as they made love behind the back of the King. I arranged the trysts and secret dalliances. So foolish was I that we were all soon discovered. Thomas was immediately put to death. I was convicted of conspireing treason against the King. I watched as Catherine walked to the blocks and lost her head in February 13th 1542. She declared as she died; " I die a Queen but I would rather die the wife of Thomas Culpeper." As soon as the sickening chop rang in my ears I heard the door to my room open. There before my eyes was a knight of the court and my future sire.

His name was Sir Thomas Darcy. I knew his as a Knight of the Garter. He swiftly moved between me and the door and whispered in my ear. He told me to be quiet as he replaced me with a woman from the streets. The poor woman wailed and screamed. This woman is why many believe I was insane by the time I lost "my" head. She met the block in my place. Another life for my own.

We rode on horse back into the English countryside until it was safe. We dismounted and found a safe place to sleep. He stayed awake as my eyes grew heavy. He kissed me gently and let me rest. I woke to him on top of me and biting my neck. His eyes glowed red. A savage growl rose from his lips. My whole life flashed before me and my husband's mocking face floated before my eyes. The next night I awoke and he explained what he made me and I hated him. I was born on February 14th 1542 to my new life.

He taught me how to take care of myself for a short time. I made my way from England, where my face would be recognized, to other countries. Since then I traveled the world, met other Kindred and gathered influence. Soon I  found myself here in the middle of a bloody civil war. ======