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       Robyn Adler
       By: saphyrblaze Date: May 11, 2012, 9:09 pm
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       [center][font=andale mono]Robyn Adler[/font][/center]
       Absentee, workaholic parents. Leather jackets. Shredded jeans.
       Biker boots. Reckless drinking. Irresponsible sex. Hanging out
       in biker bars.
       So fucking drunk. Hey, he's hot. Go to his place? Sure.
       Nice hog. Where are we going? Why are we in the middle of
       fucking no where? He brought friends? Heart racing. Oh, god, no.
       Fucking no! Tossed to the ground. Lecherous grins. Kicking and
       screaming. Clawing and fighting. Fucking no! Not this! Kick one
       in the balls. He just laughs. Fangs? Why the fuck does he have
       fangs?! Surrounded. Pinned down. Too strong. Can't move.
       Everybody gets a turn. I won't cry. No tears for them. Damn
       them. It hurts so much. Look them in the eye. Make them look at
       you. They will know. Never cried. Can't think straight. The
       rage. Want to puke. No! They will look me in the goddamned eyes.
       Cowards. It's suddenly over. Leader. Leader? Oh, the guy who
       started all this. My head hurts. Off the ground. His arm around
       my waist. Smirk on his face. Self-satisfied ass. What is he
       doing? Fangs again? Who the hell are these assholes? Sharp pain.
       Bitten? Bitten! Struggle. Can't move. Too strong. Far too
       strong. Drinking my blood! Scream. Can't breath. Fading. Weak.
       Fall to ground. Slits his wrist. Drink, he says. No, commands.
       Compulsion. Dread. I must drink. It tastes like shit. Can't
       stop. Must drink. He's pulls away. Suddenly serious. Everything
       is muffled. He says something. Floating. No, carried. Hole in
       ground. Thud. Pain. Weakness. Dirt in face. Buried! Can't move.
       So this is death. It fucking sucks. Darkness. Can't breathe.
       Dying. Tears. They won't see me cry. They will never see me cry.
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       Player name: Angel
       Clan: Brujah (Idealist sect)
       Affiliation: Independent
       Age: Embraced at 25 in 2008
       Generation: 9th
       Hometown: Sacramento, CA
       Height: 5'6"
       Weight: 140 lbs.
       Build: Athletic
       Hair: Wavy, dark brunette with regularly changing colored
       highlights
       Eyes: Grey blue
       Ultimate Goal: Recreate the Second City
       Fun Fact: She's a True Brujah sympathizer
       Robyn attempted to hunt them down. No luck. Between trying
       to figure out what was happening to her and the realization of
       what she might me, her investigative skills weren't the best.
       She left California and wandered the country, surviving,
       learning. She met Marcus while on the hunt. They apparently had
       the same target. She lost that fight. He took her under his wing
       and explained to her some of the finer points of their
       existence. She followed him to Bedlam. They opened a bar. It did
       pretty well. Got burned down once by a Baali. Marcus rebuilt it.
       She got involved with an ancient Nosferatu named Nails.
       (Apparently he knew Jesus. Something about the Spear of
       Longinus.) She earned his respect, which apparently is a pretty
       big deal. He even tracked down and killed her attackers. Brought
       her their heads in a bag. Better late than never. She sired a
       young woman named Kay on a whim. Spineless creature. Her
       cowardice ended up forcing Robyn to accept a Blood Bond from
       Nails. She let Kay fly the nest. There was nothing Robyn could
       teach her. Robyn left Bedlam long before the incident. She
       chased after Nails. Blood Bonds will do that. The Bond
       eventually wore off. Her search came to an end. She knew Marcus
       had moved to New Orleans, so off she went.
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