At the age of 23 Jay Stephen Lawrence was poised to take the City of Phoenix's journalistic world by storm. Jay was born on September 27, 1978, and each of Jay's parents had a different future envisioned for their son.

Mary J. Lawrence, or as she was better known throughout the valley, Mary Arollo, the newest, and prettiest, addition to the KPHO Channel 5 news anchor family, had visions of her son reclaiming the journalistic integrity that she had been forced to sacrifice for her job, and her marriage.

Peter K. Lawrence on the other hand, was a wealthy dilettante from an old Boston family. Peter didn't care much for his wife, he'd only married her because it was convenient, and she'd been attractive at the time. Although with the loss of her figure to child birth he found his eye wandering more and more. Jay's father wanted to use his son as a political pawn, and readied the boy from a very young age for a life in politics.

Peter did the best he could to teach his child how to debate, and the other necessities of a politician's life. Beyond that Peter rarely spent much time with his son, preferring instead the company of cheap whores. The small bits of time that Peter did spend with his boy, was spent in one of two ways; either shaping him into the perfect tool Peter desired, or attempting to buy the child's affections.

His parents being more than well off, Jay never wanted for anything growing up, nothing material at any rate. At his mother's insistence Jay attended only the best Catholic schools. Jay was never the brightest of students, but never a disciplinary problem, and so Jay's father purchased his son's grades with frequent donations to the teaching staff, thus ensuring that when his son graduated from Brophy in 1997, he was well within the top 5% of his class.

Just as his father and grandfather, Jay found the college application process quite simple as his father bought his way into the family's alma mater, Yale University.

Jay's first major was political science, out of deference to his father. He continued with that major for the first three years, while Peter happily ensured that his boy's grades were up to snuff.

In the spring of 1998 Jay rushed a fraternity, Sigma Nu. After a week of utter abasement and torture Jay officially became a frat boy. He found life in the frat to his liking. The constant party was very new to him, especially after his years in Catholic School. Jay learned how to stay out all night dancing, and how to spend the night drinking without risking a hangover the next morning. Most importantly the frat gave him a sense of camaraderie that he, as an only child, had never had before.

A frequent patron of the local raves, Jay quickly became familiar with a wide array of recreational pharmaceuticals. Jay's grades would have suffered, had he actually been bothering to earn them, as it was his life became a party. He lived with his frat brothers, drove a fast car that his father had given him for graduation and generally had the best time of his life.

Jay networked so well with his brothers, and possessed such a natural and easy going charisma that his junior year he was elected as president of the Yale chapter of the fraternity by a landslide majority.

On New Year's Day, January 1, 2000 at 2:10 AM, or at least that's what the police report said, Peter, driving home, died in a head on collision with a small white sedan carrying four teenage girls home from a party. Three of the girls, and Peter, were pronounced D.O.A., the fourth died two days later due to complications. The hooker, who had been distracting his father with a bit of road head, was decapitated in the accident.

Jay flew back early that morning, still hung over from his own New Years debauchery, it was a quiet flight. Jay hated the lecherous old man, and vowed that he would never be anything like his father.

Things changed in Jay's life. His mother, now retired for over 10 years, and well past her journalistic prime, wasn't about to pay for her only son to fake his way through college. For the first time in his life Jay was forced to study.

Changing his major from political science to journalism proved simpler then he'd thought, but graduation proved to be a major task. Unwilling to fully surrender his lifestyle, or abandon his duties to his fraternity brothers Jay squeezed in what study time he could, and with the help of a full summer school schedule the season before his senior year was able to squeeze a degree out of Yale with straight C's.

Moving back to Ahwatukhee, where his mother now lived, Jay got a job at the local newspaper, much to his mother's delight. He kept in touch with his frat brothers, some of who had moved on to political aspirations, which no doubt would have pleased Jay's late father to no end.

Not content with her son's job at the newspaper. Mary took to introducing her son to her old contacts at the local television channels, pushing him to make as many contacts as he could. Mary dreamed of her son one day becoming an investigative reporter for one of the Big-3 Networks. Unfortunately Jay showed little interest in her dream, and cultivated the contacts she'd introduced him to only out of a sense of filial responsibility.

Blending his work with his life, Jay took to covering the local nightclubs, bars, and raves. A job which naturally required him to spend a great deal of time in said places. His position as a reviewer allowed him to befriend a great number of night club owners and allowed him to associate himself only with the wealthiest of their patrons.

And so the first few months after graduation went well. However in late 2001, Jay's mother died of a brain aneurysm.

Distraught over his mother's death Jay took to the clubs with an even greater zeal. His already mediocre writing became abysmal, and he blew through most of his inheritance on drugs, liquor, and throwing lavish parties for his upper class friends.

Jay lost his job, although many of the friends he'd made at work kept in touch with him through his self-destructive binge, and became such a regular fixture in the nightclubs that it seemed as though everyone knew him.

[Meet's Godwynn, gets embraced]

His first time hunting alone, Jay found an old man at a gas station. The man offered little resistance, and Jay sunk his fangs into the slightly wrinkled neck, and looked at the man as he began to drink, it occurred to him how much like his father the man was, old and weak. Jay could feel the old, weak blood coursing into him, and suddenly he pulled back, and began vomiting, he vomited the blood up, all over the elderly bum, drenching the man in not just his own extracted blood, but the remainder of the contents of Jay's undead corpus.

The man started screaming of course, and Jay was left with no choice but to snap the man's neck, which he did with a certain relish given the man's resemblance to his father. Jay disposed of the body carefully.

Since that night he's found that all mature men remind of his father, and can't bring himself to feed upon them. The very idea of their weakness flowing into him, polluting him... it disgusts Jay to no end.

In death Jay has found that as little as he cares about his fellow vampires, he still cares about the mortals who frequent 'his' (for that is how he thinks of them) night clubs. He can't bring himself to harm them, he prefers feeding off girls while they are in the heights of ecstasy, although not usually the drug anymore.