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| − | '''''Sand stoppered the flask. Inside, something roiled like living black vapors.
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| − | <BR>Tsavo staggered. He demanded, "What have you done?" He fell like a marionette whose strings have been severed.
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| − | <BR>Sand said bitterly, "I've destroyed us."
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| − | <H3></H3>
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| − | 'Sand'. It's the sole name on her ID, her legal name. Government records have her as a retired soldier for the British Navy. Her most recent assignment was across several nations in Africa, where a war with a death toll surpassing that of World War II has waged for generations, with the Western world still looking the other way. She was honorably discharged, but with an order to receive psychiatric care.
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| − | She can be seen on the boardwalk at night: a mirthless jester performing contact juggling with several plasma balls. On occasion, she performs some close-up magic effect of the sort Harry Anderson made famous though they were already ancient in Moses's time. It is, perhaps the last vestige of the Gypsy in her.
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| − | Prospect should have been a place of healing. To Sand, it is a place of false friendships. The supernaturals only have a care for those they believe can somehow grant them prestige or power, and be their servitors. With few exceptions, they earned her contempt. Far better to spend time with the mortals now: Their hearts are pale and empty but but hold no ulterior motives on a par with those of the supernaturals.
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| − | <H3></H3>
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| − | <LI>Age: 25
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| − | <LI>Citizenship: British
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| − | <LI>Place of Birth: Falkland Islands
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| − | <LI>Demeanor: Autist
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| − | <LI>Outlook: <I>Neutral</I>
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| − | <LI>Temperment: <Del>Kindly street performer</DEL>
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| − | Cynical introvert with violent tendencies
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| − | Description: The long waterproof raincoat is the utilitarian sort favored by sailors. Hers is a hand-me-down faded to a pale brownish gray. Under this, she has a sleeveless men's undershirt, and old army surplus pants well on their way from olive drab to greenish pale gray. A "fanny pack" of black cloth is slung around her hips. A silvery flashlight with a loop of steel chain is clipped to her belt. .....Her skin is a Latin American light brown. Hard work has put muscle bumps on her slender arms. She's on the slender side of average, and has very little in the way of a bosom. .....So what about her face? There's a streetsmart wariness, there, an outright wildness, on a squarish face with thin slanting eyebrows. An odd scar starts above her right temple, going downwards to the corner of her jaw, small branches coming off of it. Her dark hair has grown out to almost shoulder length. Her eyes are almond-shaped and prominent, with gray irises. She rarely smiles but when she does, it's dazzling.
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