<div class="floatleft">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/adriana-lima-168-04-1.jpg)</div>Character Name: Reine Valentine<br/>Player Name/SN: Lady Kitsune<br/>Chronicle: Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Virtue: Temperance<br/>Vice: Lust<br/>Concept: Supernal Assassin<br/>Path: Moros<br/>Order: Adamantine Arrow<br/>Legacy: (No Left-Handed Legacy's)<br/><br/>ATTRIBUTES<br/><br/>Strength: 2<br/>Dexterity: 3<br/>Stamina: 3<br/><br/>Presence: 2<br/>Manipulation: 2<br/>Composure: 3<br/><br/>Intelligence: 2<br/>Wits: 2<br/>Resolve: 3<br/><br/>SKILLS<br/><br/><em>MENTAL</em><br/>(-3 unskilled)<br/><br/>Academics:<br/>Computer: 1<br/>Crafts: 1<br/>Investigation: 2<br/>Medicine: 2<br/>Occult: 1<br/>Politics:<br/>Science:<br/><div class="floatright">(http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/10/l_f2302984aaf0c1a14e73992a08db8e75.jpg)</div><br/><br/><em>PHYSICAL</em><br/>(-1 unskilled)<br/><br/>Athletics: 1<br/>Brawl: 1<br/>Drive: 1<br/>Firearms: 3<br/>Larceny: 1<br/>Stealth: 1<br/>Survival:<br/>Weaponry: 3<br/><br/><em>SOCIAL</em><br/>(-1 unskilled)<br/><br/>Animal Ken:<br/>Empathy:<br/>Expression:<br/>Intimidation: 1<br/>Persuasion: 1<br/>Socialize:<br/>Streetwise: 1<br/>Subterfuge:<br/><br/>ARCANA<br/><br/>Death: 2<br/>Fate:<br/>Forces:<br/>Life: 1<br/>Matter: 2<br/>Mind:<br/>Prime:<br/>Spirit: 1<br/>Space:<br/>Time:<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/adriana-lima8-1.jpg)</div>MERITS (10 pts)<br/><br/>Ambidextrous 3<br/>Gunslinger 3<br/>Fighting Style: Two Weapons 2<br/>Quick Draw 1<br/>Resources 2<br/>High Speech 1 (Free with Membership to an Order)<br/>Sleepwalker Retainer 1<br/>Language: French 2<br/>Danger Sense 2<br/>Eidetic Memory 2<br/>Gnosis 6<br/><br/>FLAWS<br/>Perfectionist<br/><br/><br/><br/>PROTECTIVE SPELLS<br/>Entropic Guard<br/><br/>HEALTH<br/>Maximum = 8<br/>Wounds:<br/><br/>WILLPOWER (Resolve + Composure)<br/>Permanent:__5__<br/>Pool:   _______/___5___<br/>(Spent)/(Permanent)<br/><br/>GNOSIS<br/>3/10<br/><br/>MANA POOL (Starting Mana Pool = Wisdom)<br/>___5__/_____<br/>Points Per Turn: ____<br/><br/>WISDOM (7 to start, unless altered during character creation)<br/><br/>[__]10<br/>[__]09<br/>[__]08<br/>[__]07<br/>[__]06<br/>[XX]05<br/>[__]04<br/>[__]03<br/>[__]02<br/>[__]01<br/><br/>Size: 5 (unless changed by Merit/Flaw)<br/>Speed: _10__ (Strength+Dexterity+5=Speed)<br/>Defense:<br/>Armor: 2<br/>Initiative Mod: __6__ (Dexterity +Composure)<br/><br/>ROTES<br/>Name                                Arcana         Level      Dice Pool    (Book and Page)<br/>Shadow Sculpting             Death              1                5            Core 135<br/>Speak With the Dead        Death              1                5            Core 135<br/>Detect Substance              Matter             1                7            Core 195<br/>Entropic Guard                  Death              2                5            Core 136 (Shield of Bones)<br/>Grim Sight                         Death              1                5             Core 134<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/Sexy-Adriana-Lima-1.jpg)</div>COMBAT<br/>Weapon              Dice Mod.      Size      Durability<br/>Wakazashi                7            Shirt             4<br/>Wakazashi                7            Shirt             4<br/><br/>Weapon              Dice Mod.      Size         Range         Clip<br/>Beretta 92FS             8           1/Shirt     20/40/80    15+1<br/>Beretta 92FS             8           1/Shirt     20/40/80    15+1<br/><br/><br/><br/>DESCRIPTION<br/>Shadow Name: Obsidian<br/>Age: 24<br/>Apparent Age: 24<br/>Date of Birth: Exact date unknown, born in the swamps<br/>Age of Awakening: 19<br/>Hair: Light brown<br/>Eyes: Gray<br/>Race: Creole<br/>Nationality: American<br/>Height: 5’5”<br/>Weight: 118<br/>Sex: Female<br/>Nimbus: “Haunting”<br/><br/>Will finish asap.....<br/><br/>Bio:<em>My meme always told me that when the dead speak, I best ecouter avec la zorey a la tombe.  Hehe, sorry about that.  Thinking of my meme make takes me back to a simpler time.  A time when we would sit out on the front porch and meme would sing while Uncle Zeff would play his zydeco.  Mamon, she would dance and little me would, too.  The thick night air, the dripping Spanish moss, the splashing of gators in the water.  We lived the old way and that was just fine by moi.  I was a happy child.  Loved.  Sure, meme’s tales of the garou in the deep bayou were scary.  I was more afeared of them than I was of the graveyard only down the road.  <br/><br/>Meme was a traituer.  I was so proud of her.  Everyone came to her.  People believed and I believed in her.  Then Papon came home.  He was all tore up.  You see, Papon….he didn’t stay home.  He showed himself up when the moon was big and full…if we were lucky.  Meme, she didn’t like him but he made Mamon kontan.  <br/><br/>But see, that’s when the troubles began.  My Papon, he into some bad juju.  No one talked about it but it brought in the monies somehow.  But this time, it was like Papon was dying.  Meme, she did what she could, but even the faith can’t do nothing about some.  I didn’t know what my Papon was into but whooowee, it came to light that night.<br/><br/>So when meme shivered like someone walked over her grave, she looked at me and knew.  He came that night when the moon was fat and heavy and the swamp was eerily silent like it knew darkness was coin to call.  The bad man slaughtered my family in front of my eyes.  My Meme, my Mamon, my Uncle Zeff and cousin Cherie.  Only me and Papon were left.  He did what he could to save me.  Funny when you are a kid, you think your Papon could be a spy, that day I found out he was an assassin.  The man who killed everyone, who left me alive was my Papon’s rival.</em><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/Adriana_Lima_619784j-1.jpg)</div><em>What does this have to do with anything at all?  It has to do with me.  I thought I was going to die but even so, I cried and screamed for my Papon to wake up.  I knew that he was mouri, his body cold.  I picked up my father’s gun and pointed it, a frightened girl, covered in blood determined to avenge her family.  But life, it likes to do things to you.  Meme would call it Fate.<br/><br/>That man he spared my body but he twisted my soul.  For ten years that man abused me in every way possible.  My body was being molded into the perfect assassin.  I could kill you with a dull spoon if I needed to.  He taught me to hate him, to respect him.  I lost the beloved accent of the swamps and learned to be refined, to blend into society.  To be a ghost.  But most of all, to kill without compunction.  I was barely human.  I only had the Goal.  My Mentor, as I was want to call him, he says “little Reine, you want to be free of me, you have to get better.  Kill me and you will win.  Just know, I have already won.  I took his precious little princess and made her just like him.”<br/><br/>He died on my 19th birthday and I was dying.  I won my vengeance and it left me cold, my wound bleeding out my last breaths.  But that wasn’t all.  Apparently my Meme knew I was meant for something just a little bit more.  She filled me with her stories.  That day, I realized they were lessons.  I knew all about that other world, that place across the veil of human knowledge.  And now I was a part of it.  It was as if the dead spoke at once.  I was Awakened.  I knew as I stood between worlds who I was.  I wasn’t the lost little girl, Reine Toussaint or the cruelly trained assassin, Reine Malcolm.  I was Reine Valentine.  Forged anew in the fires of Stygia.  I was and forever will be the girl who walked with Death.</em><br/><br/>Years have passed, and now a Guardian of the Veil, Reine ‘lives’.  She has returned to New Orleans, the dead of her birthplace calling to her.<br/><br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>ecouter avec la zorey la tombe = listen with an ear to the grave<br/>Mamon, Papon, Meme(mimi) = Mother, Father, Grandmother<br/>kanton = happy<br/>traituer = faith healer<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Sleepwalker Retainer<br/><br/>Nick "The Hound" Cassidy<br/>(http://screencrave.frsucrave.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/james-mcavoy-ian-fleming-28-12-09-kc.jpg)<br/><br/>Plucked off the streets by Reine, Nick's fast talking charmed her as he stumbled unwittingly on one of her jobs.  Because his twin brother was embraced by the Ventrue, he was already aware of the Veil.  Due to the closeness of his brother, he managed to not be killed for his knowledge.  Being stupidly curious though, he's made a name for himself as a mover and a shaker in the underworld.  His story is so convoluted, he doesn't speak of it much.  Reine knows, but to spare his life and she found him funny and useful, she uses him as a gopher.  Oddly enough, his attraction to the morbid keeps him around.  He is not in love with the mighty Reine, nor does he ever have hopes of possessing her.  He is addicted to her and would rather be her loyal dog then never to see her again.  He's not a door mat.  The two fight constantly but the relationship runs deep as far as true friendship, even if neither admit it.