Difference between revisions of "Roisin"
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− | | [https://tinyurl.com/yybmk8e4 "After the Storm" (Squazoid)]; [https://tinyurl.com/y4agczos "into the Woods" (Hollow Cove)] | + | | [https://tinyurl.com/yybmk8e4 "After the Storm" (Squazoid)]; [https://tinyurl.com/y4agczos "into the Woods" (Hollow Cove)] [https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5emwnSQxZKDwqeSbnffgXU?si=WxfVkS4JR5ag-goKH-3Bgw Spotify playlist]. |
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| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Ravnos.png|60px|alt=Ravnos|Ravnos]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Ravnos.png|60px|alt=Ravnos|Ravnos]] | ||
− | | "Nobody trusts us | + | | "Nobody trusts us, but we’re more complicated than people think. We’re about travel and family and mischief and pleasure –- or we were. Now there are hardly any of us left. Less than a hundred? Maybe 300? I grieve for my Clan. I grieve for my cousins." |
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| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Toreador.png|60px|alt=Toreador|Toreador]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Toreador.png|60px|alt=Toreador|Toreador]] | ||
− | | "It might sound surprising, but I have had so many friends within this Clan. The Roses love beauty and those who cherish beauty, and some | + | | "It might sound surprising, but I have had so many friends within this Clan. The Roses love beauty and those who cherish beauty, and some have been willing to see a beauty-admirer in an unexpected place. I hope to meet more!" |
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| nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Ventrue.png|60px|alt=Ventrue|Ventrue]] | | nowrap style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" | [[File:Ventrue.png|60px|alt=Ventrue|Ventrue]] | ||
− | | "I feel very small | + | | "I feel very small around them. They assume we’re all criminals and, well, they’re not exactly wrong. But we can be useful and kind and loyal -- to each other, and to outsiders, too, when we believe in a thing." |
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− | | "They | + | | "They have a fierce and old conflict with us, maybe because we often inhabit the same spaces between cities and have different ways of doing things. Still, I can’t help wishing we were on better terms. After all, they also love animals and wilderness!" |
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− | | "They have never wanted us, but I have had many friends in it. And I | + | | "They have never wanted us, but I have had many friends in it. And I respect the community. They’re building something. I admit I want to come in from the edges. And especially now – in the aching loneliness of these decades after the Week that changed everything for my Clan – I admit it: I would like one day to be in the White Tower. If they ever thought there could be a place for me." |
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Revision as of 07:35, 26 July 2020
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Almost all of us gone. Their silence stays with me ... but so do their songs. I will remember."
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Gentle, Resilient, Laughing, WaryNeedlewoman, Singer, Dancer, Friend
♦ SINGING/DANCING/FUN
♦ TOREADOR
♦ HOMELESSNESS, REFUGEES, EXILES
♦ PHILOSOPHY AND ETHICS
♦ COUTURE NEEDLEWORK
She wears a bright shawl in in jewel colours -- scarlet, blue, and green silk, stitched in intricate patterns and layered with couture embroidery. Underneath is a simple tight-fitting black top and black jeans, and her hair's caught back on the right with a silver hairclip of sparkling red stones -- cheap costume jewellery, but pretty. Similar bracelets adorn both wrists, and she’s wearing practical leather boots with a low heel, ready for walking. The informality of the rest of her attire is at odds with the astonishingly ornate needlework of the shawl -- a dream of colour and vibrancy.
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