| I lay to waste my life, Halcyon days and nights
So I could be one of them
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 : Structure is everything. We lose that, then I guess we really are just crazy dead things.
 : Show your faces and I'll show you what crazy really looks like.
 : Temperance is important for me now... Just don't push it.
 : The shadow wants to hide, but you can't escape my eyes.. Unless you're my friend. Then you've got nothing to worry about!
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Vegard: Sooooo, Dad. Is that weird? Probably weird.
Kristine: My new best friend... I promise I'll keep you happy!
Ramona: Hey I kinda' like you! And your monkey. Especially your monkey. Sorry.
Amelie: God you're cool.
Stanley: The dog man. Literally. Thank you for introducing me to my son. My actual child.
Mercedes: You've got a hell of a story to tell, I bet.
Celia: See you when I see you.
Ambrosia: Hey, no hard feelings.
Alissa: Poor thing.
Hassam: Assassin is right. Where ARE you?
Madeline: Nice and sweet. First one who was to me, sides from royalty.
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| Name: Amaranthe
Apparent Age: 22
Occupation: Practical Effects/Makeup Artist
Demeanor: Loner
Favorite Color: Black. And teal. Red's pretty good. Also pink? Idunno man.
Merits:
Sympathetic Bond
Flaws:
Deranged: Borderline Personality Disorder, Sanguinary Animism and who knows how many more!
Combination Disciplines:
Prophecy:  
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| Broken Mirror: And I can see beyond the ordinary, lost to me in every fading memory.
Former Anarch: Amaranthe is a 'refugee' from Los Angeles. She fled the city after the death of her sire, in order to seek a better situation free from that dangerous ideology. She seems fully devoted to the idea of the Tower.
Multifaceted Artist: Amaranthe is obsessed with music, makeup, and practical effects. She primarily uses art to do concepts for her other pursuits. She's pretty damn good at all of them too!
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Eye of Night
Lost is this cause you're mourning
Its death stands at your door
Break under the pressure forming
Or embrace it to your core
Reveal
I stand and watch the skin peel away
Like poetry, the hard truth reveals
Can't turn away, through the truth is ugly
Like poverty, the hard truth reveals
Impossible Condition
Fear's a love song
Flooding our brains
On we must go
Like we already knew
Still our hearts are lonely
At the Seams
I know how you're going to waste
It's written in the hidden sides of your face
The cries and screams of all you have done
It tears at the seams today
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