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| − | [[Guivre]]: A dear old friend. So good for him to invite me. I've never met him before in my life. He's good with that watch.
| + | '''"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. |
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| − | [[Amelie]]: A Happy Harpy and a Harried Herald in a Hot Haute Hat!
| + | '''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. |
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| − | [[Nino]]: He smells and spits and spouts his spite. Spectacular.
| + | '''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. |
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| − | [[Belina]]: Brujah Bully Babe. Bangarang.
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| − | [[Adeline]]: Lovely redheaded girl, loved my "Grandmother." Her blood runs hot... drink slowly and enjoy.
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| − | [[Llewellyn]]: A generous Ravnos. I can't wait to find the knife in my back, they have such nice ones! Fun, nonetheless.
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| − | [[Paige]]: Is she stalking me? I think she might be stalking me. I should leave her a trail to follow. Sheriffs LOVE a good scavenger hunt.
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| − | [[Opal]]: Sweet child, clinging dearly to what remains of life, but even now I can see the spiderwebs spreading over your beautiful porcelain skin. Listen to your voices, girl. Remember... madness is a gift, just a taste could never be enough.
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| − | [[Vegard]]: He didn't seem to like my joke. Well then, we'll just have to keep telling more until he laughs, now won't we? The Ventrue always laugh eventually. Like Lacroix.
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| − | [[Solara]]: Hot and ready to dance... ready for more, too.
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| − | [[Angela]]: She is what I might have been, if I had been born in this time. And just one look at her and I knew... I am definitely a narcissist.
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| − | [[Conn]]: His bar has been loved in a way few buildings have. A brickophile? More to learn, but others always warn me off.
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| − | [[Torgue]]: Another Caitiff, I think, and a thinblood besides. I nearly drank his blood. Didn't, though. Thought about it, but didn't.
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| − | [[Aubrey]]: Downright hospitable for a necrophiliac. If my corpse were quieter, I think she'd quite fancy me.
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| − | [[Tex]]: Hmmm, I miss his type. Once my rights are established, I could use one of him, or a dozen. SOMEONE has to carry the palanquin, after all.
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| − | [[Naomi]]: Such a sweet girl, my Black Pearl. She'll be a fun one to break. The only question is whether or not to buy her, once I've broken her.
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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.
