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Pixie Selena was born in a rattling caravan under a harvest moon, her first lullaby the creak of wagon wheels and her first lessons the map of stars her Gran Moreth traced with a soot-stained finger. The family moved like smoke across Europe, setting up in market squares and fairgrounds from the Spanish orange groves to the misty Danube towns, and everywhere the name Selena was a loose promise of secrets. Gran Moreth taught her to read the oldest poems of herbs and bones, and Gramp Tzinlin — whose fingers could still the tremor of fever and stitch a wound by lantern light — gave her an in-depth medical education that ran from poultices and splints to the anatomy of fear. The tarot came later, a battered deck whose pictures seemed to rearrange themselves to fit the whispering of the day; unlike the trickery she would sometimes use, Pixie's sight was true: she saw small portents in cracked teacups, the way pigeons turned on a roof, the sudden sour smell before a lie. Those signs threaded through her life like a compass, guiding decisions her family called both blessing and burden. | |||
She learned early that survival needed more than prophecy. With a grin that could warm a nervous chest and a thousand borrowed voices, Pixie became a chameleon—soft mother, sharp confidante, coquettish waif—each persona a tool for prying loose purses or soothing a terrified child. The tarot table was her theater and her clinic: a palm read one minute, a fever tended the next, a carefully placed portent nudging a fearful merchant toward the choice she fancied. She knew how to con a punter by appealing to what they wanted to believe, and she knew when to heal instead—Gramp Tzinlin's steady pragmatism taught her that a healed body kept secrets longer than a corpse. Still, there are nights when the portents show things she cannot change, and in those hours Pixie walks between tents and taverns, hands stained with ink and sage, learning how to bend fate without breaking the fragile people who trust her. | |||
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| Character:Pixie Selina | Nature: Chameleon | Clan: Lasombra |
| Player: Shana | Demeanor: Caretaker | Generation 13th |
| Chronicle: London - Pax Britannica | Concept:Gypsie Fortune Teller | Sire: Leandra the Shadow |
| Allegiance: --- | Reservation: [] | Coterie: Fresh Fish |
| --- | Weakness: [] | Roxanna Andrada |
| --- | Cameo: [] | --- |
| --- | --- | --- |
| --- | --- | --- |
| ATTRIBUTES | ||
| Physical | Social | Mental |
| Strength ●●○○○○○○○○ | Charisma ●●●●○○○○○○ | Perception ●●●●○○○○○○ |
| Dexterity ●●●○○○○○○○ | Manipulation ●●●○○○○○○○ | Intelligence ●●●●○○○○○○ |
| Stamina ●●●○○○○○○○ | Appearance ●●●○○○○○○○ | Wits ●●●●○○○○○○ |
| --- | --- | --- |
| --- | --- | --- |
| ABILITIES | ||
| Talents | Skills | Knowledges |
| Alertness ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Animal Ken ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Academics ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Athletics ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Crafts ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Area Knowledge -- London ●●○○○○○○○○ () |
| Awareness ●○○○○○○○○○ () | Drive ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Finance ●○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Brawl ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Etiquette ●○○○○○○○○○ () | Investigation ●○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Empathy ●○○○○○○○○○ () | Firearms ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Law ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Expression ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Larceny ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Medicine ●●●○○○○○○○ () |
| Fortune Telling ●●●○○○○○○○ () | Melee ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Occult ●●○○○○○○○○ () |
| Intimidation ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Performance ●●●●○○○○○○ () | Politics ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Leadership ○○○○○○○○○○ () | Stealth ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Science ○○○○○○○○○○ () |
| Streetwise ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Survival ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Linguistics ●●●○○○○○○○ (Rom (first language), English, Italian, French, Spanish, German) |
| Subterfuge ●●○○○○○○○○ () | --- | --- |
| --- | --- | Vinculum: Liam 1, Kinston 7, Toby 9, Rourke 4 |
| --- | --- | --- |
| --- | ADVANTAGES | --- |
| Disciplines | Backgrounds | Merits & Flaws |
| Dominate ●○○○○○○○○○ () | Allies ●○○○○○○○○○ () | Oracular Ability 3 pts |
| Obtenebration ●●○○○○○○○○ () | Contacts ●○○○○○○○○○ () | --- |
| Potence ●○○○○○○○○○ () | Domain ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Fame ●○○○○○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Generation ●○○○○○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Herd ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Influence ●○○○○○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Mentor ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Military Force ○○○○○ () | --- |
| [[]] ○○○○○ () | Resources ○○○○○ () | --- |
| --- | Retainers ○○○○○ () | --- |
| --- | Status ○○○○○ () | Pixie Selina's Notes |
| --- | --- | --- |
| --- | --- | --- |
| HEALTH LEVELS | HUMANITY | VIRTUES |
| Bruised (0) - { } | ●●●●●●●○○○ () | Conscience ●●●○○○○○○○ |
| Hurt (-1) ---- { } | --- | Self-Control ●●●●○○○○○○ |
| Injured (-1) - { } | WILLPOWER | Courage ●●●○○○○○○○ |
| Wounded (-2) - { } | ●●●●●○○○○○ () | Pixie Selena's Experience |
| Mauled (-2) -- { } | --- | --- |
| Crippled (-5)- { } | BLOODPOOL | --- |
| Incapacitated- { } | ○○○○○○○○○○ | --- |
| Final Death | ○○○○○○○○○○○ | --- |
Bio
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Appearance
Behavior
History
Pixie Selena was born in a rattling caravan under a harvest moon, her first lullaby the creak of wagon wheels and her first lessons the map of stars her Gran Moreth traced with a soot-stained finger. The family moved like smoke across Europe, setting up in market squares and fairgrounds from the Spanish orange groves to the misty Danube towns, and everywhere the name Selena was a loose promise of secrets. Gran Moreth taught her to read the oldest poems of herbs and bones, and Gramp Tzinlin — whose fingers could still the tremor of fever and stitch a wound by lantern light — gave her an in-depth medical education that ran from poultices and splints to the anatomy of fear. The tarot came later, a battered deck whose pictures seemed to rearrange themselves to fit the whispering of the day; unlike the trickery she would sometimes use, Pixie's sight was true: she saw small portents in cracked teacups, the way pigeons turned on a roof, the sudden sour smell before a lie. Those signs threaded through her life like a compass, guiding decisions her family called both blessing and burden.
She learned early that survival needed more than prophecy. With a grin that could warm a nervous chest and a thousand borrowed voices, Pixie became a chameleon—soft mother, sharp confidante, coquettish waif—each persona a tool for prying loose purses or soothing a terrified child. The tarot table was her theater and her clinic: a palm read one minute, a fever tended the next, a carefully placed portent nudging a fearful merchant toward the choice she fancied. She knew how to con a punter by appealing to what they wanted to believe, and she knew when to heal instead—Gramp Tzinlin's steady pragmatism taught her that a healed body kept secrets longer than a corpse. Still, there are nights when the portents show things she cannot change, and in those hours Pixie walks between tents and taverns, hands stained with ink and sage, learning how to bend fate without breaking the fragile people who trust her.
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