Myrtle
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| -Attractiveness **** "Oh, I'll show you four stars, you pompous Ass."
-Once a burgeoning star of stage and screen under the stage name of Alice Reed, Myrtle was a carefully managed Toreador investment until she was Embraced by Malkavians as part of an elaborate Prank. Toreadors with Hollywood ties are rarely amused by the joke, in fact, Myrtle's sire still has an active Blood Hunt on him in Hollywood. -Currently affecting to be her own Granddaughter, Golden Age Fetishists will sometimes stop her in the streets to comment on her incredible resemblance to her "Grandmother". -A veritable treasure trove of Golden Age Hollywood Gossip. When asked if anything she says is actually true, she tends to reply "Good Enough for the Tabloids." -A regular smoker. When those with aversion to fire protest, she affects confusion. Or maybe it's real? -Highly Flexible personality, several previous court acquaintances have openly wondered if any of her personalities are real. Her inevitable response; "Of course we are. It's acting, darling." -Once asked point blank by a Prince to describe her version of Malkav's gift, she simply answered "Celebrity." |
 
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| "You look JUST like..." Myrtle is currently masquerading (heh) as her own Granddaughter, an expert in the star Alice Reed's legacy. Hollywood Golden Age Fetishists might occasionally recognize her for this, and seek out conversation.
Court-Life- Myrtle is still a newcomer to the Prospect Praxis but has established a reputation of not staying quiet, and speaking her mind, even at the risk of irritating the Imperator, living into her role as a jester (or Vaudevillian) of the court. This will win some friends, and earn some enemies. Joy of the Hunt- Myrtle relishes the opportunity to hunt a new mortal, and taste their sweet vitae for the first time. She tends to add some Malkavian flavor as well, leaving her victims lost in their own emotions. |
"The lights and sequins and glitter were all like a mad dream, but why would you ever choose to wake up?"
"My producers demanded I maintain a virginal image and then made the appointment for my pin-up photoshoot followed by a tour of dancing for troops far from their wives and girlfriends. Of course I went mad." "My dear, you simply haven't lived until you've hidden in a closet while your lover tells his wife she should go out on the town because he is in a mood." "I'm whatever the script calls for, my dear. I've been the plucky tomboy, the protagonists endangered daughter, the innocent waitress, the sultry seductress..." "Have you met my retainer, Andrei? I first found him while touring in Europe. I'm fairly certain he's a Bavarian Prince in hiding, so be polite, would you?" "I figure, you might as well have fun. And what better way, then to get a whole room full of partiers wondering what precisely the fuck is going on. To just... feel it... you know? To just... let... go..." "I've been owned by someone or other since I was sixteen years old. At least here I get to choose my master... or my mistress." |
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