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| − | <font color=#556f7b style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 12pt;font-family: Garamond">♦ '''Ancient:'''</font> This Vampire is roughly seven hundred years older then the Sects. She fondly remembers the Kind huddling around their fires, fearing the monsters that would swoop down in the night. She remembers blood sacrifices and tribes. She remembers Rome. However, she has spent numerous centuries in Torpor, peppered throughout her existence. Entire swaths of Cainite and Kine history is missing in her mind, and she finds many of the changes startling and tragic. | + | <font color=#556f7b style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 12pt;font-family: Garamond">♦ '''Hooks:'''</font> To Come |
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| − | <font color=#556f7b style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 12pt;font-family: Garamond">♦ '''Anachronism:'''</font> She's been awake for a little under twenty years, and she's gotten current fashion down to a point. However, most technology disturbs her, and she does not trust it. She will not scream that a computer is witchcraft, as she isn't a loon, but she doesn't understand...and she hates what she does not understand. To Hell with firearms and cellphones, give her a trustworthy messenger bird and a strong steel sword.
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