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<font color=#556f7b style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 12pt;font-family: Garamond">&diams; '''Trash:'''</font> Marrow is Bayou trash, though and through. She grew up in a trailer and worked the bayou as a child to help her family make a living. From there she moved into dealing meth and brutality to make a living. She's not an okay person, nor is she very civilized.
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<font color=#556f7b style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 12pt;font-family: Garamond">&diams; '''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">&diams; '''Oberloch:'''</font> She belongs to a Bloodline that most Vampires have never heard of, just like most Oberlochs have never heard of other Vampires. Pure trash rednecks with a savage, monstrous wickedness. She's continued to age since she activated her Bloodline, making her look around 25 though she was Embraced at 18.
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<font color=#556f7b style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 12pt;font-family: Garamond">&diams; '''Tzimisce:'''</font> She is not plagued with the festering discipline of flesh-crafting. She finds the New Clan of the Tzimisce to be a pathetic sub-race of the original Kings and Queens of Eastern Europe. She can deal with them if she must, as she is all about politeness, but she sees them as degenerates. She, instead, practices the ancient arts of Fire, Water, Wind, Earth and Soul. She is a Koldunic Sorcerer.
  
  
  
<font color=#556f7b style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 12pt;font-family: Garamond">&diams; '''Arceneaux:'''</font> Marrow, or Bridget, is the Matriarch of the Arcneneaux family. Note the lowercase f. It's a recruiting family, or rp group, that is vamp, ghoul, m+ and mortal focused, with discussion open for others. For the theme think The Devil's Rejects + The Hills Have Eyes + Dracula. They are Oberloch centric, and most vamps will either be Neonate childer of Marrow (So, quite young as she's been a vamp for about a decade), or similarly aged Broodmates, or extended family members. The family has spread to numerous towns in the Appalachians, the bayou, and many other backwater, redneck areas throughout the country, but she has put out the call to Aleswich, hoping to make a new stronghold for them.
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<font color=#556f7b style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 12pt;font-family: Garamond">&diams; '''Nothing:'''</font> Eszter once had a vast Voivode, featuring dozens of villages, and numerous Cainites and Kine under her thrall. Now she has nothing. The passing years of the Long Night are cruel, and they are happy to make kings of paupers, and paupers of kings. She currently lives in an abandoned warehouse on the waterfront of Prospect, as she seeks to rebuild some tiny fraction of what she once had.
  
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<font color=#556f7b style="font-variant: small-caps; font-size: 12pt;font-family: Garamond">&diams; '''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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Revision as of 17:22, 27 June 2014


Voivode Eszter Czarni
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"It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake."

Frederick Douglas



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Full Name: Eszter Czarni
Date of Birth: December 23rd, 186 BC
Apparent Age: 18
Occupation: Landless Voivode
Demeanor: Autocrat
True Age: 2200 (Including Much Torpor)

Clan: Old Clan Tzimisce
Sire: Tunder Eszes (Deceased)
Childer: Numerous
Sect: Independent


Ancient: 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.


Tzimisce: She is not plagued with the festering discipline of flesh-crafting. She finds the New Clan of the Tzimisce to be a pathetic sub-race of the original Kings and Queens of Eastern Europe. She can deal with them if she must, as she is all about politeness, but she sees them as degenerates. She, instead, practices the ancient arts of Fire, Water, Wind, Earth and Soul. She is a Koldunic Sorcerer.


Nothing: Eszter once had a vast Voivode, featuring dozens of villages, and numerous Cainites and Kine under her thrall. Now she has nothing. The passing years of the Long Night are cruel, and they are happy to make kings of paupers, and paupers of kings. She currently lives in an abandoned warehouse on the waterfront of Prospect, as she seeks to rebuild some tiny fraction of what she once had.


Anachronism: 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.



Contacts


Cainites


Kine and Others





Gallery


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