(( is this good? ))<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Reea<br/><strong>Covenant:</strong>Circle of the Crone<br/><strong>Concept:</strong>spy<br/><strong>Virtue: </strong>Fortitude<br/><strong>Vice:</strong>Pride<br/><strong>Clan:</strong>Mekhet<br/><strong>Humanity:</strong>6<br/><strong> xp:</strong>5<br/><br/><br/><strong>Abilities:</strong><br/><br/>Power: 1 (intellegence +2)<br/>Finesse: 3 (Dexterity +1)<br/>Resistance: 2 (Composure +1)<br/><br/><strong>Mental Skills:</strong><br/><br/>Academics: 1<br/>Crafts: 1<br/>Investigation: 2 (Investigation +1)<br/><br/><strong>Physical Skills:</strong><br/><br/>Athletics: 2<br/>Combat:1 (crossbow +2)<br/>Stealth: 2 (Stealth +2)<br/><br/><strong>Social Skills:</strong><br/><br/>Persuasion: 1<br/>Streetwise: 2 (Subterfuge +1)<br/><br/><strong>Merits:</strong><br/>Haven: 3 (security 2 Location 1)<br/>Resources:1<br/>Retainer: 1<br/>Herd: 1<br/><br/><strong>Disciplines:</strong>Obfuscate: 3<br/><br/><strong>Willpower:</strong>4<br/>Health: 7<br/>Defense: 3<br/>Blood: 7/8<br/>Blood Potency: 1<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/>Born to the unkind streets of London, Reea quickly found herself in the clutches of poverty, so much so that by the time she had reached her teens she was in the alleyways. She had no choice but to turn to thievery and stealth to survive. Her life was stable, but unfufilling. She soon found her hands snapping up more then just food. Money in her pockets became a common thing.<br/><br/>She stole not only money, but items which she sold for money. By the time she reached her twenties she had managed a stable place of rest and a vast knowledge of the city streets and escape routs. She still wasn't where she wanted to be, but for what she had, she was content, and didn't expect to get much more, not without the risk of overstepping her boundries and getting caught with her pockets full. She settled into a steady routine, a habitual rout which offered her a steady cash flow.<br/><br/>It was in the mid of one such rout that one unknown variation disrupted that routine. One of the wealthymen she commonly snipped from had a guest over at the time. The man was slender and soft eyed, by all visable accounts a simpleton in human standards, as she had judged her targets for all those years. She had little worry about him. It wasn't until after the grab, when she had returned to her shelter to count her findings, that she was met in her room by a disturbingly familiar silhouette in the dark. Reea was stealthy, but not not nearly as stealthy as a vampire.<br/><br/>The vampire knew her potential, she could bring him great things if he could get her on his side. What he said to her was a mixture of a choice, and a threat; join him and learn, or refuse and be turned in. She knew the fates of thieves. What she didn't know, was what her fate would be should she accept, could it possably be as bad as death? She had only one way to find out. She accepted. With his fang she developed strength she never knew possable, and with his teachings her skills as a sneak reached levels unbelievable to one born of weak human blood. She was greatful to him at first, and served him with loyalty, but she had no freedom of her own, and her pride bucked at that realization. After years of trying to ignore the fact, she could no more, and in a move of pure desperation, she took flight into the darkness. It wasn't until she had slowed down enough to think that she realized what it was she had done, at which point the exhilaration of her escape turned into terror. Weather he followed her as solidly as her nightmares detailed, she couldn't possably know that, but her flight carried her hundreds of miles, over the ocean, and ultimately, to the streets of Seattle.<br/><br/>She started over, reestablished a routine and a cashflow, claimed a small but secure haven of her own in the deeper levels of a modified factory celler; with her paranoia,  it never felt good enough, there was always one crack too many, one shadow too dark. It was a working progress which she would probably never let up on. It was this very paranoia which guided the flashes of her eyes and her feet, always quick to escape. Maybe she would relax, but she wouldn't dare relax too much. Rikit helped. The bat was new to her--having lived in the celler when she discovered it--but it was intelligent, and with her blood, it was undoubtably loyal. Rikit picked up on Reea's emotions, and with it his ears never stopped twitching. If something came, Rikit would know. Reea put a level of security in that.<br/><br/><strong> Belongings:</strong>Crossbow, throwing daggers, her pet bat, velvet gloves and soft shoes for silence, as well as ridged shoes for climbing and running. Clawed gloves for eased climbing, as long as the surface isn't completely smooth. In her bag she contains a thin but long trenchcoat, as well as a hood, neither of which is meant for protection from the elements, but for hiding her identity when she's out prowling. She carries in her pouch, a fistfull of stun-bombs in case she's spotted, which dont use light or heat, but a loud sound to stun and buy her a few seconds of escape.<br/><br/><strong> Short Term Goal:</strong><br/>--Get better equipment.<br/><br/><strong>Mid Term Goals:</strong><br/>--Set to memory as much of this new city as her eyes can take in, and solidify her knowledge of hide holes and escape routs.<br/>--Acquire a larger herd and better secure her haven.<br/>--Secure her position as a sneak and find some loyal clients, or a solid single client to link herself to.<br/><br/><strong> Long Term Goal:</strong><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong> Pet </strong><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Rikit<br/><br/>Discipline: Celerity