Marias Shadowdancer

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Name: Marias Shadowdancer
Player: Mischa
Concept: angry china doll
Virtue: Fortitude
Vice: Wrath
Seeming: Fairest
Kith: Ornamental (Blessing: shaped by their Keepers to be fascinating objects d'art, Ornamental Fairest can use their beauty to enthrall others with their presence. By spending a point of Glamour, the player can subtract a modifier equal to her Wyrd from all of a single target's Composure and Resolve-based dice pools for a scene.)
Court: Summer
Image Song: Dancing Dirt Into The Snow, Missy Higgins

Attributes:

Intelligence: 3
Wits: 3
Resolve: 2

Strength: 1
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 2

Presence: 2
Manipulation: 2
Composure: 3

Skills:
Mental Skills:

   Academics 2

   Computer 1

   Investigation 2

   Occult 2 

Physical Skills:

   Athletics 2 (Sprinting)

   Brawl 1

   Weaponry 1 (Swords)
 

Social Skills:

   Empathy 2

   Expression 3 (Dancing)

   Intimidation 3 (Threats)

   Persuasion 1

   Socialize 1
 

Merits:

   Striking Looks 4

   Mantle: Summer 2 (1 free for being Summer Court)

   Fighting Finesse (Swords) 

Defense: 3
Health: 7
Size: 5
Speed: 9
Willpower: 5
Wyrd 1
Glamour 5
Clarity: 7

Contracts:
Vainglory 3

   Mask of Superiority

   Songs of Distant Arcadia

   Splendor of the Envoy's Protection 

Fleeting Summer 2

   Baleful Sense

   Goblin's Malignance 

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Contents 1 cause you're dancing dirt into the snow; 2 while all around you people grow; 3 the thicker it becomes; 4 and watch you bleed; 5 underneath the rage that you let others see;

cause you're dancing dirt into the snow;

Beneath the Mask, Marias appears to be a tall, slight young girl, lithe and slender, still a hair beneath six feet tall, an otherworldly beauty of pale, porcelain perfection...his features are perfect, a doll's porcelain loveliness, his eyes a luminous, deep and bright shade of green, unnaturally long lashes framing them, hair long and black like the feathers of a raven, braided with a deep violet ribbon running through the braid. Makeup-eyeshadow, lipstick-is forever painted on, perfectly and tastefully applied. His hands are small and delicate, his entire body is dainty. Everything he wears, no matter what he does, ends up just a bit...feminine. Black lace on his turtlenecks, sparkly embroidery on his slacks, things like roses and butterflies, black boots with slight heels and looking like something a gothic lolita would wear. If he does not concentrate on keeping it otherwise, his expression will revert to the blank content smile of a doll. When he speaks, it is a low, musical alto, somehow...delicate, no matter his own personal tone of voice.

The umbrella he always carries (in which he has his sword) ends up frilly and lacy too. Like a gothic lolita's umbrella.

while all around you people grow;

XP: 19
Unspent: 19
Spent: 0
Bought:

the thicker it becomes;

• Standard: Dancing Dirt Into The Snow, Missy Higgins
  
• Aggressive: One Man Army, Our Lady Peace
  
• Introspective:
• Fighting: Battle of Rose, Rozen Maiden
• Crack!Songs: Dude Looks Like A Lady, Aerosmith
• Relationships

with Edward: Goodbye Pisces, Tori Amos/Pretty Toy, Velvet Acid Christ

and watch you bleed;

Narrow Escapes From Edward So Far This Game: 1

• Session 2 x 1

underneath the rage that you let others see;

the more you push through broken glass, the thicker it becomes./and the more you turn on broken worlds, the sooner you will need/the more you push through broken glass, the thicker it becomes/and the more you turn on broken worlds, the sooner you will need/a gun