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Revision as of 19:44, 19 July 2018


Introduction

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Dolores Ybarra

"Wert thou pure and a maiden, Dolores,
When desire took thee first by the throat?"

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RP Hooks
Los Angeles Native - Born in East LA, but always felt like a stranger.

Biologist - Studied pack habits and mesopredators, those that bridged the food chain.

Estranged Mentor - She disappointed her potential sire, and his failure most likely ended with his descent into madness.

Sabbat Scout - She is not meant to disrupt, attack or draw attention. She's just there to observe, and advise.

Second Generation American - Parents come from Mexico.

Moderate - Is not a die-hard individualist like the Loyalists, but chafes under the authoritarian Ultra-Conservatives. She prefers to be in the mix, but not a part of the structure.

Goth Girl - Still keeps some of the aesthetic, was there for the wave in the early Eighties.

Nature Lover - Prefers deserts and vistas to the crowded city.

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Appearance
Carmen is a voluptuous woman, short stature with chubby digits and long flowing brunette hair that has been bleached and dyed to a bright crimson. Her face would be round and cherubic if not for the layers of thick makeup and concealer, giving her a artificial or doll-like texture along with dark eyeliner and lipstick. Her skin is a pallid shade of cinnamon, and eyes deep brown bordering on black, giving he illusion of no irises. Her plus-size body is generally clad in gothic attire that gives emphasis to her curves, often low-cut with mesh and leather.

Without her concealer, the depth of her fall is obvious. Her pallor, sunken eyes and stark bone structure give her the appearance of a doll crafted maliciously and aged beyond her years.

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History
Lola was born in Mexico City, but like many of her generation she grew up in a corner of East LA as the child of an immigrant. While surrounded by her culture, she felt apart from it and began to embrace the Goth culture that gave her an ability to escape the thought of her permanent poverty.

Her mother seemed to have a heart bigger than her sense, and would adopt stray dogs by the dozens. Soon it became more than the neighborhood could handle, and animal control would come by on a regular basis to take them away to be put down. While this had an impact on her daughter, it was more her mother that Lola would blame. This was not how dogs wanted to live. This wasn't to say she didn't have her own love of animals. She would watch the dogs, how they would act within a pack and establish order.

Eventually she would begin to volunteer at the local shelter and find her calling: ecology. The fauna of the desert fascinated her, how it could survive in such a harsh environment. A balance maintained, sometimes infringed upon by the outside. Working two jobs and taking night classes, she received her Bachelor's in Biology, focusing on animal behavior. Most of her time was split between field work with UCLA and earning money working in pet stores and low-paying jobs.

Finally she takes the risk, and moves down to Tijuana to study how the border affects migration and hunting habits. While fluent in Spanish, she felt like even more of an outsider. More and more often she would simply camp out under the stars and study the wildlife. Some of the wildlife, however, was studying her. During the day she would sleep, and at night watch and occasionally see those attempting to cross. She was an American citizen, it hardly mattered to her one way or the other. They get through, good on them. If not, them's the breaks. Not all those crossing were seeking to traffic or to find freedom. A pattern was noted, those coming back and forth often. Coyotes, human trafficking? No, they didn't take anyone with them or back.

One night she finally sees the same group in pursuit of an unfortunate. They pounce, human in shape but animal in movement. In fact, they even harried like animals, and seemed to show dominance in attacking. What is she witness to? The next morning she finds the remains, sickened and somehow entranced at the same time. Bite marks, feeding, no blood. She made notes, noted the tracks. It should have felt wrong, but she wouldn't report it. If it's cartels, it's none of her business. It's none of her business anyways. If so, why didn't she leave? Why did she observe them night after night? Why were they hunting in such a way, almost as if they were performing this for her?

The reason was obvious, it was a show just for her. She awakes to the figures above her, pawing through her notes. They read them aloud: "Pack harried prey half a mile. Small one trips, prey gains ground climbing an arroyo. Pack circles back and surrounds, prey killed. Alpha re-establishes control, evacuates." They seemed quite delighted in her description, so much so that she was invited to join them back home. Home, in this case, was Mexico City. The Palla Grande had begun, and it was a show-and-tell occasion. Packs arrived from all over, and forced Lola to recount the acts she'd seen in clinical detail, laughing all the while. She found no such humor in it, knowing how those who pried into the criminal underworld along the border ended up. A drag pack from New York finally won the honor of keeping her as a chronicler and pet, and forced Lola to keep an account of their atrocities during the party.

In the end, however, her usefulness was over and she had to die. It was only after a Gangrel Antitribu of some age and clout stepped forward that she was "saved." Her life became subject of an extended experiment of the Feral, ghouling her and attempting to mold her pre-embrace. A scholar of the Path of the Feral Heart, the Gangrel monk known as Cardel believed the mindlessness of the beast was due to the stripping of emotions from the human. With no feeling behind it, one's soul was doomed to forever slide into wassail. To this end he worked upon Lola over the decades, stripping her humanity before embrace, but careful to nurture her emotional and spiritual side. His rival, a Tzimisce on the Path of Death and the Soul, had endless debates to the veracity of this claim, undercutting each other at every change.

Finally the time came to embrace the woman, but the Fiend still had one more trick up it's sleeve. Presenting the very chronicle that the girl had written decades before, it showed as evidence that Lola belonged to Daniel Murphy, the Tzimisce who won her at the Palla Grande. Protests, rage, but it was of no good. Property rights are sacred to the Fiends, and it was a conflict Cardel could not win. In the end, she was embraced and left to her own devices, and Cardel sought another subject, as he felt his experiment ruined by their blood. The last anyone heard, the monk had gone mad, a wight haunting the desert before being hunted down. Lola herself was part victim, part subject and part conspirator in his experiment. A pang of guilt struck her, not for the atrocities committed or moral compunction, but rather that she was the cause of the failure. She vowed to continue her former master's study, taking his centuries of notes and carving out the spiritual. To her, the Cainite was a biologic, not spiritual animal. She would bring his research into the 21st century. In practice she would tag along the Crusades, attached to packs but acting as an observer of behavior. Her status as an outsider lent itself to acting as a pioneer within cities to watch and learn, then report back before the siege.

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Tropes
Big Beautiful Woman - She is quite happy in her proportions.

Hell Bent For Leather - Many of her Gothic get-ups include this.

Evilutionary Biologist - Scientist in her former life, she has discarded the spiritual of the path and embraces a more naturalistic approach.

Femme Fatale Spy - Not in the classical sense, but it is her purpose.

Nature Is Not Nice - How her moral compass centers.

Training From Hell - Her master was grooming her for a Path of Enlightenment /before/ she was embraced.

Uncanny Valley Makeup - For some reason she wears far too much make-up, making her appear doll-like and artificial.

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Dolores Ybarra
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Overview
Full Name: Dolores Ybarra

Date of Birth: April 30th, 1958

Date of Embrace: September 27th, 2000

Apparent Age: Early 40s

Ethnicity: Hispanic

Origin: Mexico City by way of Los Angeles, CA

Concept: Mesopredator

Former Occupation: Biologist

Current Occupation: Scout

Nature: Thrill Seeker

Demeanor: Survivor

Clan: Tzimisce

Sire: Daniel Murphy

Generation: 12th

Sect: Sabbat

Coterie: None

Religion: Postulant of Via Bestiae

Path of Enlightenment: Humanity (for now)

Clan Weakness: Dirt from the Coyoacán

Notable Traits: Round frame

Briggs-Myers: ESTP-a (Entrepreneur)

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 160 lbs

Eye Color: Brown

Hair: Crimson (naturally brunette)

Carmen's Song: Nina Simone - Pirate Jenny

Portrayed By: April Flores

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