[b]Name:[/b] (Born) Irma, (as of the 18th century) Lady Avis

[b]Sex:[/b] Female

[b]Date of Birth:[/b] 1699

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Stands at an five foot eight inches, proper posture with a curvier yet athletic build. Hair is pitch black, when frenzied strands of hair turns into long feather plumes. Eyes are an icy blue.
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[b]Species:[/b] Kindred

[b]Background/Occupation:[/b] None

[b]Residence:[/b] Walled Off Country Estate

[b]Personal Possessions:[/b] Usually keeps two blades (long since rusted) somewhere on her person, a Virginal Harpsicord (given to her from Aristide on an anniversary of their meeting)

[b]Backstory:[/b] They met as freshly turned childer. She was a former maid turned Gangrel, whose sire was executed for an attempt at the Prince’s life, while Aristide’s own sire was exiled for aiding such a plot. For a long time they were together. Aristide slowly climbing the ranks with Irma’s support, though she had little interest in politics or figures of power, she wanted him to succeed as best he could…they were always together, as he finely honed his charm, and she sharpened her blades. When he did gain some favour and power with the prince of the time, he had her change her name, as for some reason…finding less elegant in his head. She changed her name on her anniversary of her turning to Avis, just for him.

In the end, the only time they were truly separated ended with his confirmed death in 1836, a few days short of a year he set out to find his exiled sire (now of regained ranked, working for a prince of another country and city) and subsequently was assumed missing. Falling mad with grief…she soon ended up in a mental time loop, from year before death to the day after, over and over again. Initially taken care of by some friends, when it became apparent that any attempt to break her out of her mental loop ended up in a bad frenzy, she was instead given into the care of whoever’d take her…which is why a certain Malkavian’s ghoul lackey is now watching her, though in her head she thinks it’s one of Aristide’s from back in the day.


[b]Personal affiliations:[/b]
Aristide – her love, a Toreador. 


[b]Clan:[/b] Gangrel

[b]Embraced:[/b] 1722

[b]Generation:[/b] 9

[b]Disciplines:[/b] Fortitude (Only trained discipline, at max)

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Frenzies very easily…whether this can be a danger to you is up to your own disciplines

[b]Sire:[/b] Catalyn Withers (Deceased)

[b]Rank:[/b] Kindred

[b]Childe(r):[/b] None

[b]Political Affiliations:[/b] Serving along with her love as part of the ruling faction back in the day, mainly as his own personal bodyguard as he attempting to ascend the ranks, but has since been ‘independent’…in her own ‘special’ way. She’s still ‘waiting’ for his return.

[b]Anything else of note:[/b] (WIP...?)