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| β | Silvia White is a tourist. She's from Australia, she's not been in Chicago for very long, and she's seeing the sights while she got a part time job as a line order cook at a local diner. She's kind of crude, very mouthy, and | + | Silvia White is a tourist. She's from Australia, she's not been in Chicago for very long, and she's seeing the sights while she got a part time job as a line order cook at a local diner. She's kind of crude, very mouthy, and tends to not be afraid to tell just about anyone what she really thinks. She also talks to herself a lot. |
She's also a werewolf, A Storm Lord Ithaeur, and has a lot to say about Spirits and Claimed. She's not made much of a splash amongst the local wolves or the Accords yet, and has largely considered the Accords irrelevant until very recently. | She's also a werewolf, A Storm Lord Ithaeur, and has a lot to say about Spirits and Claimed. She's not made much of a splash amongst the local wolves or the Accords yet, and has largely considered the Accords irrelevant until very recently. | ||
Revision as of 00:41, 1 November 2022
Silvia White is a tourist. She's from Australia, she's not been in Chicago for very long, and she's seeing the sights while she got a part time job as a line order cook at a local diner. She's kind of crude, very mouthy, and tends to not be afraid to tell just about anyone what she really thinks. She also talks to herself a lot.
She's also a werewolf, A Storm Lord Ithaeur, and has a lot to say about Spirits and Claimed. She's not made much of a splash amongst the local wolves or the Accords yet, and has largely considered the Accords irrelevant until very recently.
Silvia's a blonde woman of average height, her hair falling down with a natural cascade to it, ending in a nice flick just after her shoulders. She's got blue eyes and something of a piercing stare, but her lips are quick to find a smile. She's clearly been in the sun a lot, her face weathered and tanned by a lifetime of working beneath it.
She's dressed casual, a pair of sleek fit black yoga pants, and good running shoes. She's wearing a grey t-shirt with a blue stripe over it, and a black faux-leather jacket over that.
- Mortal
- Decent cook.
- Tourist, still exploring the city. Kind of prefers wild and rural places.
- Likes to target shoot.
- Mouthy.
- Supernatural
- Hates Claimed. Maybe even a little more than the average Storm Lord.
- Has a good knowledge of the Shadow in general, still figuring out Chicago's Hisil.
- Quite a decent amount of knowledge about the spirits.
- Annoyed Solomon once.
Norman - So fucking chill, so fucking dumb. I like him.
Harlow - She has some weird fuckin' ideas, and I think she'll be disappointed to learn most of what she's looking for are just mouthy fucking spirits being fucking weird.
Solomon - I really fucking did do you a favour.
Five - I know, I really am the coolest.
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