<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: Faith Summers<br/><strong> Location:</strong>Bronx, Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br/><strong> Tagged:</strong>All Gathered<br/><hr/>Faith was there. She'd been there for awhile, waiting, watching. She was there, perched on the edge of a roof, looking out over the area where the others had gathered. Whether or not it was known she was there didn't matter really.<br/><br/>Kifah had told her to come. Kifah, who had found her when she was lost, after her Sire had left her. Kifah, who had found Faith in the Rave Clubs she tended to frequent, who gave her a sense of<em>belonging</em>, when her Sire had given her his Gift, then left her on her own. Oh, Faith had been getting along just fine without Severin Malkovich. She knew how to Hunt. She knew how to survive. She just wasn't prepared for how it would make her feel that he had simply<em>left</em>.<br/><br/>The man had swept into her life, shown her all the wonders of his world, Embraced her, made her love him.... and then he was gone. To say Faith had been a bit upset was like saying Hurricane Katrina was just a storm. Faith had bathed in blood....<br/><br/>And then Kifah found her. Calmed her. Promised her big things. This time though, this time Faith refused to be completely sucked in. The only reason she had agreed to come to this meeting at all was that in the end, Kifah had been kind, and a little kindness was something Faith needed on occasion. Most times she could give a shit though.<br/><br/>And so it was, with her legs drawn up to her chest, her arms draped over her knees, this baby Gangrel watched as everyone began to gather below her. Her face and arms were still covered in sticky blood, having just recently Hunted. Her head tilted slightly to the side, unkempt platinum locks clinging to vitae smeared cheeks. She listened to the conversation, but really wasn't paying all that much attention. They were talking money, and Faith could give a fuck about such things. She could get money whenever she wanted. More were arriving, and Faiths head would roll ion her shoulders with a gentle cracking sound as her agitation rose.<br/><br/>Faith didn't play well with others. She would remain perched upon the roof like the raven she was, and wait for Kifah to call.<br/>