Orignally a morbid artist by the name of Felise, the other Samedi in the city had contracted AIDS from a single sexual affair with a man she though she knew and loved, at the tender age of fifteen. Faced with death before she had really begun to live, she turned to her art, which became increasingly morbid and twisted. She would go to graveyards to work and, the Baron, fascinated by her insight into death, watched and waited. She was not Embraced until she lay on her deathbed, the gift offered and accepted.
She has been very quick to adopt the duties and principles of her sire, pleasing him greatly. He has never told her of their relation, though, allowing her to believe he was impressed merely by watching her in the cemetary that year. She has taken up haven in one of the smaller, older church cemetaries of which she was particularly fond when she was alive and has taken on the name of the Baron's loa consort. Her study of death and her duties to the dead are taken very seriously. She is known to personally reap those whose imminent death she senses, and has been instrumental in helping to keep the Hierarchy out of the city.
Felise was consumed by the hopelessness of her fate, but her Embrace by the Baron has given it all meaning. This is the source of her utter dedication, particularly because her role as the protector of the dead appeals to her compassionate nature. She approaches her duties with less of the formal detatchment that her sire and mentor shows. She is a caring figure to the dead of New Orleans and many are very loyal to her, more so than they are to the Baron.
While she lacks the odd humor or eerie detachment of her sire, her presence is unnerving in a different fashion. Her passion for her work has given her the frantic air of the fanatic and she has a tendency to speak to the dead, regardless of the company she is in, and relates to them much better than the living or unliving, causing many to think her insane or just mighty creepy.
Brigit is deeply respectful of her sire and is also quite fond of him. She relates to him as a father figure and the two have deep discussions about all sorts of things and she confides in him totally. While they tend to see to their own affairs most of the time, there is a close bond that keeps them from drifting apart.
She also has something of a crush on Jean-Pierre, drawn to his intellectualism and continental manners, but she has been hesitant to act on it because of the deep scars of her mortal betrayel. It has caused her to seek out his company, though, and the two speak about matters philosophical even more than the kiasyd does with her sire. Part of this is because Brigit is more the academic than the Baron.
Brigit barely even considers the rest of the kindred to be the same sort of creature as she and her sire. Seeing them as decadent predators and ancient manipulators, she has little interest in dealing with them at all and is somewhat baffled at what motivates her sire to meddle in their affairs. The only one she has any attachment to at all is Marie, whom she feels a sort of kinship with, given their similar natures and apparent ages.
Her focus on the dead, rather than on the vodouns, has left her with little influence in the material world. She has, however, a great deal of weight in the mirrorlands and many among the dead would do anything for her.