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Before you is an artist's imperfect creation. White blonde hair falls in a chaos of soft waves about her face and down her back, and skin so fair that every blush is a scandal painted bold on her cheeks. It's only in the pale green of her eyes, and the flush of color on her lips that the artist seems to have been compelled to use any hue at all. A study in white, on white, on white. A blank canvas awaiting the final details.
Rilyn makes for a captivating bit of art all the same. Her build is slight, at 5'3" and so delicate it teeters precariously on breakably frail. She wears her vulnerability far too openly with a cagey hypervigilance to her washed out green eyes, as if she expects every shadow, and sharp edge to test her frailty.
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♕ Our Lady in White (Anyone): - Our Lady in White can be found in surprising places. Ballrooms to Bar Rooms to Beaches. She seems to make herself comfortable wherever she goes, from 'hood' to high society. But she rarely goes alone, her driver ferries her around, but gives her plenty of space to socialize without an audience. (Allies 1 for her Driver)
⚕ Medical Alert Bracelet (Anyone): - While not readily available, a sharp eye (perception roll?) can pick up the shape of a medical alert bracelet under her white gloves when she's out in the world. Who knows what secrets it holds, one would have to liberate it from her to know for sure!
☠ The San Antonio Survivor (Vampire): - San Antonio fell almost a year ago, with the Prince's head delivered to the Houston Prince, Ha-Joon as a warning. Rilyn was there from 1992 to 1994 when it fell, were you?
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I'm Not The Girl to Kill But I'm not the girl you kill
I'm not the girl you kill
I'm not the girl you kill
No, no, no
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6 Underground Take me down six underground
The ground beneath your feet
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere, a way to meet
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The Chain Listen to the wind blow,
down comes the night
Running in the shadows,
damn your love, damn your lies
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Bad Moon Rising I see the bad moon arising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
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Depth of my Soul When our world falls to pieces
And the moonlight starts to hide
In a million little splinters
In the corners of our mind
Where endless colors
They are swallowed by the sun
In a trail full of black holes
Just before they had become
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Lose Control Something's got a hold of me lately
No, I don't know myself anymore
Feels like the walls are all closing in
And the devil's knocking at my door, whoa
Out of my mind, how many times
Did I tell you I'm no good at being alone?
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| The Bone
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Name:
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Rilyn Delacoix
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Age:
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early 20s
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Height:
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5'3"
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Hair:
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Curly Platinum
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Eyes:
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Washed out Green
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Build:
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Breakable
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Notables:
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- Appearance (Captivating)
- Charisma (Guile)
- Perception (Uncanny Instincts)
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| The Blood
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Faction:
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Camarilla
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Clan:
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Caitiff
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