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The hour grows late and the war drums are deafening. If I die again before the reckoning may it be in flames with my brothers and sisters.
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Family matters are always a source of confusing feelings, aren't they? What a paranoid, narcissistic lot we are. Perhaps my sire was right to leave me buried to hatch and mature on my own.
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Their grandsires awaken on a nightly basis, hungry for the blood of their descendants, and still they play as though the game has no terminus? It's a fine trick, convincing the larder to tend to itself.
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Ugh, stop proselytizing and do something about it. Secular nonsense.
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Honestly, it is hard to imagine I was ever so delicious.
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I would have laughed when I was told to fear and respect their power, were it not for the person who told me. Still, I can't help but be curious...
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Phhhhhhhhhhhbbt-! Really?! Do they taste like Lucky Charms?
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I guarantee I kill fewer kine in a year than one of these lot do in a week. Scary bunch of religious zealots with sub-human impulse control. I wonder, is this how we seem to the Camarilla?
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I find no small measure of comfort in knowing that those mortals I have killed may yet linger on to suffer still.
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- Faqirah - She speaks with the authority of one who has grown comfortable with the inevitability of her own doom. It gives me hope that I may yet find a home here.
- Vera - Her tenacity is palpable. Not quite the studious recluse I pictured when I was told of the Old Clan.
- Annastasija - Eager. Takes good notes. Good with kine. I don't trust her.
- Sarah - As pleasant company as I've had since my Embrace. What do your careful manners conceal, I wonder?
- Alonso - Oh, our dark, brooding Lost Boy, like a puppy trying to find its master. Careful, darling, or you might find yourself led by the wrong hand...
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Tzimisce
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Shovelhead Sabbat
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Surgeon, Schemer, Spiritualist
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I am the Trauma Goddess,
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the Lady of Pain.
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I am a dancer upon the suffering of all mankind.
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In return for devotion,
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I pull thorns from the heart.
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In return for obedience,
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I untie the knots in the belly and the head.
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My compassionate side is hidden,
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But for those whom I love,
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Who have taken on my dark grace,
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I open a path of shining light.
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-excerpted from a devotional song to Vajrayogini
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Maybe you stumbled across an ad in the back of a seedy magazine that peaked your curiosity, maybe one of your friends showed up one day with some intense and improbable body mods and made you super jealous, or maybe you need a procedure that you can't afford and somewhere down the grapevine you heard about an address and a weekly window of opportunity. Her work is supposedly impressive, and for those in need, paying for her services is rarely a matter of monetary wealth. Is it worth the risk? You tell me...
In life, she resided in Salem, Oregon. After her Embrace, she fled south and spent time running with a pack in Humboldt County. Now she's here in Prospect. Have our paths entwined before? My back-story has a lot of FTB time to account for. Let's make something up together!
Under her legal name and human-born visage, Ophyria is an MD and a licensed surgeon. Do you also work in the medical field? Do we work together? I feel like there is enticingly comic potential in a day-in-the-life sketch about a hospital ward staffed by various supernatural entities.
I am not so good with the combat. Do you also try to find something hard to hide under and do your best impression of a turtle when things get dicey? Maybe we should play together!
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