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Voracia Marlowe (Clan Unknown)

O Enigma, vibrant siren, whom life in death embraced.

Description:

"Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night."

Nobility unruffled by time's effects, Voracia (pronounced ForAH-shya) bears the stature of aristocracy, maintaining an air of dignity despite her propensity for churlish mischief. Hers is a multifaceted personality tossed about by the waves of her passions, and such an aching abyss can be seen to surface at times that even the hardest of hearts must check for cracks in the wall of apathy they've constructed.

She is an involuntary siren, one who bears the scars of beauty on her soul. Her magnetic physical presence is accentuated by her immense gift for storytelling, for song, and for the awakening of the senses. Her abilities in performance are formidable, and the manipulation of her physique as instrument is such that even the staunchest of critics are mesmerized by her practiced disciplines. She speaks several languages and is highly educated.

Her style of clothing is as eclectic as her personality; she presents herself in a manner most Toreadors swoon and fuss over -- but this flower grows not within the confines of the Toreador garden. The only constant article upon her person are the deep cobalt eyeshades she characteristically employs.

An excerpt:

Without the shades the effect is no less than breathtaking: flecks of white-hot gold sparkle amidst a sea of brilliant blue, invoking the distant sunlight of memory dancing unhindered upon the ocean. Those who gaze, gaze deep and long, abandoning the mores of commonplace in favor of the fantasy evoked.

Her shades serve a dual purpose of protection, for and from the gaze of passers-by.

Background:

"And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear."

The only information confirmed is her close friendship with none other than playwright William Shakespeare, tracing to 1581.

(See Bard Unmasqued, Colliers, ed. 1722, ref. Virash Marlowe, pp.93, 102, 104-145 (c. coal sketch inc.) )

She appears to be the same age in the sketch.

Character Perceptions:

"Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
She turns to favour and to prettiness."

Her unpredictable volatility leaves the word "Malkavian" playing about the lips.
Her propensity for attention cries "Toreador."
Her nobility and carriage bespeak "Ventrue."
Her enigmatic secretivity whispers "Lasombra."
Her musical expression professes a "Daughter."

If ever there were an object of obsession, it might be her.
Were she not fiercely defiant.

If ever there were a model of passion, it might be her.
Were she not a slave to passion itself.

If ever there were an example of exuberance, it might be her.
Were she not so fraught with tears.

And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most soverign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!