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Shiva
Nature:
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Conniver |
Demeanor:
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Bon Vivant |
Willpower: |
7 |
Clan: |
Ravnos |
Generation: |
10 |
Blood Pool: |
13 |
ATTRIBUTES
Strength: |
2
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Charisma: |
2
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Perception: |
4 |
Dexterity: |
3
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Manipulation: |
3
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Intelligence: |
2 |
Stamina: |
3
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Appearance |
3
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Wits: |
4 |
ABILITIES |
Alertness:
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2 |
Animal Ken:
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0 |
Academics:
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1 |
Athletics:
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2 |
Crafts:
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0 |
Computer:
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0 |
Brawl: |
2 |
Drive:
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3 |
Finance:
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0 |
Dodge:
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1 |
Etiquette:
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0 |
Investigation:
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1 |
Empathy: |
3 |
Firearms:
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3 |
Law:
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0 |
Expression:
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0 |
Melee:
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1 |
Linguistics:
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1 |
Intimidation:
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0 |
Performance:
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3 |
Medicine:
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0 |
Leadership:
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0 |
Security:
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3 |
Occult:
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2 |
Streetwise:
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3 |
Stealth:
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2 |
Politics:
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0 |
Subterfuge:
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3 |
Survival:
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1 |
Science:
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2 |
Disciplines |
Auspex: |
2 |
Chimerstry: |
3 |
Fortitude: |
2 |
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BACKGROUNDS |
Generation: |
3 |
Contacts: |
1 |
Resources: |
3 |
Status: |
3 |
Influence: |
3 |
Fame: |
1 |
Virtues |
Conscience: |
3 |
Self-Control: |
4 |
Courage: |
3 |
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Humanity: |
7 |
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Status = Among Anarchs
Influence = Underworld
Fame = She's known to the underworld as a reliable, very well-known dealer
of hard drugs, mostly cocaine and designer drugs
Resources = Due to Drug Sales
Crime of Choice: Drugs
Specialties:
Perception: Attentive
Wits: Sharp-Tongued
Description:
Dark red hair falls to her shoulders, and she has a dusky skin tone that
suggests mixed heritage. She's attractive enough...and her outfit, a mix of
biker gear and revealing slutty chic, does nothing to hide that
attractiveness. Over it lies a leather jacket. The woman looks to be young,
maybe 17, 18 years of age, with mischeviously sparkling amber eyes, a narrow
face, and deep red lips twisted into a grin. Her form is thin and lithe,
with just a hint of curve to it in the proper places, and carries itself
with a cocky sort of confidence. This woman, whoever she may be, knows who
she is and what she wants, and is damn sure going to get it, come hell or
high water...assuming she doesn't already have it, and you just don't know
it yet. ((Fame 1 on the street; Status 3 among the Anarchs.))
Weapons:
Street Sweeper Shotgun (Range 20, Rate 2/3B, Conc T, Clip 20, Damage 8)
2 AMT Automages (Range 35, Rate 3, Conc J, Clip 7, Damage 6) Equipment:
Harley Davidson Motorcycle
Biking Clothes
Variety of other clothes
The Nevermore (Well, it was Ravyn's Club, but she's coming back with plans
to take it back for him)
Cell Phone
Various Drugs and Paraphenalia
History:
The girl who would become Shiva, a name among the drug networks of the
United States and a leiutenant of one of the more effective leaders of the
Anarchs, was born among a much simpler world. Born Sidi Petrescu, in a Rroma
camp just outside of Bacau, Romani, the girl was a bright, precocious girl,
and usually full of mischief. Her family, a large, proud gypsy clan,
fostered this attitude in her, and Sidi grew up loved and happy.
Sadly, Sidi also had the unfortunate circumstance of being born in 1927.
When she was thirteen years old, King Carol II abdicated the Romanian
throne, and the country joined Nazi Germany, Italy, Hungary and Bulgaria as
part of the Axis powers of World War II. Because Romania participated in the
invasion of the Soviet Union, the country recovered Bessarabia and northern
Bukovina under the leadership of general Ion Antonescu. During the Second
World War, the Antonescu regime, allied with Nazi Germany, played a
significant role in the Holocaust, following its policy of oppression and
massacre of the Jews and Rroma. Sidi's camp was among the first of those
picked up by the regime, and Sidi found herself shipped off to Auschwitz-Birkenau,
separated from a family she would never see again.
Sidi has never talked to anyone, to anyone's knowledge, about her time in
Auschwitz. Presumably, Ravyn knows what she went through in there, but no
one else has ever dared broach the subject with her. What could be known if
anyone looked it up, by record, is that there was a young girl, numbered
214567 on her left arm, registered as "Sidi Bacau." The girl worked in the
forced labor camps for three years before becoming the personal attendants
of one of the leiutenants, replacing a woman who had failed in some minor
duties and was sent to the gas chambers.
In January 1945, the death camp was shut down by the victorious Allied
forces. When the liberators freed the camp, Sidi was not among the captives.
No one looked for her...no one cared. Sidi Bacau was dead. And, in fact, she
was.
Just not...DEAD dead.
One of the greatest secrets of the Ravnos clan, one of their darkest moments
short of the death of Ravnos himself in 1999, was the fact that the clan fed
off Death Camp prisoners during the war. Sidi nearly became one of these
casualties, killed by a Ravnos by the name of Tshurka, but the man saw the
anger in her...the defiance and the absolute need to live and take vengeance
upon those who hurt her and her people. He embraced her, taking her away
from the camp, and taught her the history and the ways of the clan. And he
taught her how she could strike back at the bastards who destroyed her. He
renamed her Shiva, the destroyer, from the old clan beliefs...and she became
quite the destroyer, indeed.
Shiva travelled with Tshurka for three years. She loved her sire, but he
was...not an easy man. His disdain for the Rroma, already obvious by the
fact that he fed off concentration camp prisoners, was pronounced, and he
and Shiva quarrelled often over it...usually ending up with the girl beaten
to a pulp. She grew quickly tired of her sire, and looked to get rid of her.
That was when Ravyn came.
Ravyn was a gajo...a non-Rroma. Embraced within the clan in his native
country of England, he was part of the other side of the clan...the side the
Rroma Ravnos hated and despised. Shiva didn't care. When she and Tshurka ran
into him outside of Berlin in 1948, she noticed three things. First, Ravyn
had more respect--FAR more respect--for the Rom then her sire, who WAS Rom.
Second, Ravyn was more powerful, and a better man...a better Ravnos then
Tshurka would ever be. And third...Tshurka HATED Ravyn. The seeds of a plan
were planted, and it didn't take Shiva long to act on it. Tshurka was very
easy to incite, and he flew at Ravyn one night, in the bloodlust of frenzy.
He didn't last to the dawn.
As her sire's ashes settled on the ground, Shiva watched as the elder Ravnos
looked calmly her way.
"That wasn't necessary, you know," he said, watching her with a calm, even
expression. "You could have just asked me to take him away."
She blinked at his calm, casual statement of knowing her plan.
"How long have you known?"
"Since the first night you thought of it," he said with a faint smile. "I
was just wondering how long it would take you to do it. Well done, by the
way."
She smiled a bit at the praise, and nodded. She'd found a new mentor, and an
unlife-long friend. The two took up traveling together, and never looked
back.
((More to be added)) |