Ri

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.

Our Lady in White (Anyone): - Ri can be found in surprising places. Ballrooms to Bar Rooms to Beaches, always in her trademark white outfits.

Medical Alert Bracelet (Anyone): - A sharp eye (perception roll?) might pick up the shape of a medical alert bracelet, on her right wrist, under her white gloves when she's out in the world. Maybe there's something to that frail appearance.

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?

Little Bird (Vampire): - During negotiations the Sabbat made clear that peace has a price, and that price is Rilyn Delacroix. Why?

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
6 Underground
Take me down six underground
The ground beneath your feet
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere, a way to meet
The Chain
Listen to the wind blow,
down comes the night
Running in the shadows,
damn your love, damn your lies
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
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
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?

The Bone
Name:	Rilyn Delacoix
Age:	early 20s
Height:	5'3"
Hair:	Curly Platinum
Eyes:	Washed out Green
Build:	Breakable

Notables:	Appearance (Captivating) Charisma (Guile) Perception (Uncanny Instincts)

The Blood
Faction:	Camarilla
Clan:	Caitiff
Names:	Little Bird Gattina