Raffaella

One kind word can warm three winter months. ~ Japanese Proverb

Raffaella Inés Suárez Description Homid Tall, leggy, exotic and, in a word, breathtaking, Raffaella is a Columbian beauty whose style and grace rarely fail to draw the eye. Bright green eyes and lustrous hair, coupled with her olive hue clearly announce her South American heritage, while her somewhat aloof, yet still very feminine manner both entices while simultaneously daring all but the most confident of men to approach her. Typically sheathed in colourful designer fashions, favouring Dolce & Gabbana, accented with occasional pieces of designer jewelry favouring native motifs and exceptional, colourful gems. There is about her an almost feral, primal mien. While she looks little like the Yanomamo ancestors of her kind, long and sleek as she is, there is nevertheless an undeniable link between her and the Balam kind to those with the eyes to see them. Sokto Long-limbed, feral and unmistakably feline with curving claws feline eyes and facial features, coupled with a light pattern of Jaguar fur, yet she remains eerily, unnervingly recognizable to any who may have met her. Crinos Nightmare blending of human and jungle cat, seek yet immensely powerful, standing on hind legs, posture aggressive and her mien savage. Invokes Delirium in onlookers, albeit at -1 Difficulty. Her fur in this form is night-black. Chatro Massive, primeval sabre-toothed Jaguar, the very sight of her in this form invokes the full Delirium on her victims. Raffaella's chosen war form, seeing her adopt this dark-furred yet still marked war form is often the last thing her victims will ever glimpse before the coming of the long night. Feline Indistinguishable from a wild Jaguar of the great Amazon Rainforest, where they are the seldom-glimpsed Apex Predators of all they survey, there is nothing cute or pettable about her, indeed Raphaella is likely to invoke superstitious terror in members of the traditional Central and South American cultures, but there is nothing obviously supernatural about her. Conversation Starters More Though she gives it no thought, Milena is the daughter of a senior foreign diplomat, and while she is in no way in the public eye as such, those of a political bent might find it worth their while to make her acquaintance, or as a target of some grievance or more general discontent with her native country? More If not, Milena makes no secret of her habits, and might be met by those of similar tastes or vices once she learns her way around the city's seamier side. More Learning of a gathering place for her kind, and other endless has brought Milena to sleepy Aleswich. Perhaps you'll find her there? History More Though she gives it no thought, Milena is the daughter of a senior foreign diplomat, and while she is in no way in the public eye as such, those of a political bent might find it worth their while to make her acquaintance, or as a target of some grievance or more general discontent with her native country? More If not, Milena makes no secret of her habits, and might be met by those of similar tastes or vices once she learns her way around the city's seamier side. More Learning of a gathering place for her kind, and other endless has brought Milena to sleepy Aleswich. Perhaps you'll find her there? History More Though she gives it no thought, Milena is the daughter of a senior foreign diplomat, and while she is in no way in the public eye as such, those of a political bent might find it worth their while to make her acquaintance, or as a target of some grievance or more general discontent with her native country? More If not, Milena makes no secret of her habits, and might be met by those of similar tastes or vices once she learns her way around the city's seamier side. More Learning of a gathering place for her kind, and other endless has brought Milena to sleepy Aleswich. Perhaps you'll find her there? Gallery

Date of Birth: May 11, 1991 Apparent Age: Early Twenties Demeanor: Bon Vivant Occupation: — Breed: Homid Tribe: Bastet—Balam Rage: ●●●●○○○○○○ Pure Breed: ●●○○○ Mark of the Predator Charisma: ●●●○○ Manipulation: ●●○○○ Appearance: ●●●●● Pretty Things Soundtrack Joy Division — She's Lost Control Confusion in her eyes that says it all. She's lost control. And she's clinging to the nearest passer by, She's lost control. And she gave away the secrets of her past, And said I've lost control again, And of a voice that told her when and where to act, She said I've lost control again. Blondie — Rush Rush Rush rush to the yeyo... Icky Thump — The White Stripes White Americans, what, nothin' better to do? Why don't you kick yourself out? You're an immigrant too Who's usin' who? What should we do? Well you can't be a pimp and a prostitute too