Zara

	Zara Reid
I cannot be caged! I cannot be controlled! Understand this as you die, ever pathetic, ever fools!

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Name: Zara Valeriya Reid Occupation: Research Assistant Faction: Sabbat Title: Bishop of the Cobre Desert Pack: Semper Tyrannis Warform: Tyrannis the Huntress
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Research Assistant - Zara is the direct point of contact for Doctor Zoe D Katz, the occult author, and works as both a kind of field receptionist as well as researcher. Faithless - Zara is from a small town in Wisconsin called Patience, a very religious community. Youth stole her faith. Death condemned it. Assassin - Tools of death have fascinated Zara. From guns to blades to poisons. Supernatural Obsession - Zara is obsessed with the supernatural and the occult. It's how she got into this whole situation. Sabbat Bishop - Sabbat and passing through the Cobre? It's immensely disrespectful not to come see the Bishop.		You walk as a mortal, taking no advantage from your heritage, from your talents within. So many things of flesh are greater than you. Walk among them, these beasts that are less than you are. See their strength; see how easily you fall to their muscle and skill. Why do you stand for this? Why do you submit to the flesh when death is bred in your bones? Do you realise the power you might hold? When the world of flesh is beneath you, even creatures mysterious and magical will fall! Follow, and receive the gift you are owed by the blood in your veins. Follow, if only to protect the weak that fell because of you. Your actions affect so many others than yourself. You will come to realise how little choice you have. You will do what you must, become what you must, or others will pay for your cowardice. You will accept the gifts offered to you. Do you cling to the past or can you see through the pain? Life... is strength. This is not to be contested; it seems logical enough. You live; you affect your world. But is it what you want? You are... different inside. This woman lives and has strength of a sort. She lost her parents to plague, her husband to war, but she persevered. Her farm has prospered, her name is respected and her children are fed and safe. She lived as she thought she should. And now she is dead. Her land will be divided, her children will move on, and she will be forgotten. She lived a good life, but she had no power; she was a slave to death. I wonder if you are destined to be forgotten. Will your life fade in the shadow of greater beings? ~Jon Irenicus