Priscilla Hale
Clan | Malkavian |
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Position | ??? |
Status | ??? |
Domain | ??? |
Coterie | ??? |
Society | ??? |
Path | ??? ??? |
Player | NeoCoronati Subcoord |
Contents
Overview
Alias(es):
H̴̱͆̿͗̕̚o̴͕̮̫̲̾͆l̶̡̪̺͐̍͑̐͊̆l̶̦̰̗͇̐̀̐̉̃̾ǫ̶̌͠ẅ̶̨̭̝̝̣̣̜́͂̂͆̓̚͝ĕ̸̬̘d̷̨̞͕́̾̾͂͌̎͝ ̴͇̜͎̜̦̣̝͑̓̊̐͑͘B̷̪̠̈́͛͒́̊̀e̵̦̝̪̓̀ ̶̖̗̆͒͂͆͝M̷̝͚̗̃̅͗̾̇͘y̷͔͕̲͓̑̓ ̵̻͔̫̱͕̱̟̓̇̈́́N̷͎͐̆̄̏͘͘a̴̤̞̮̾m̶̞̫̫̃̇̋́͘e̸̞̘͎̩̫͍̋̑̈̍.
Apparent Age:
???
Concept:
A tragedy that could have been prevented if it did not want so badly to happen.
Physical description:
Priscilla no longer physically exists.
Detailed Status:
Dead, and hopefully gone.
Character Information
Known History
Priscilla seems to have existed unremarkably for quite some time in Portland, OR, before something drove her to move southward in September 2017. She showed up in San Francisco in early October and promptly left for Berkeley, settling there with Prince Sunny's permission. Despite living in Berkeley, she visited San Francisco often. She made herself known through a combination of bizarre behavior, investigative talent, and tendency to get into things; she apparently helped battle a terrible demon in Ouro Preto in 2017, and was involved in something of note at Glitter & Gloom several months later which warranted a grant of status.
Priscilla's inexorable attraction to trouble (or vice versa, depending on who one asks) was fairly well-known, and finally led her to her physical demise at Glitter and Gloom 2020, when she entered the "Malkavian Rave" and never returned.
Coterie
???
Allies
It is said that Arabella Gratis allowed Priscilla to consume her, and went her with to wherever she is now. There may have been others who refused her fangs. At the end, this was the closest she had to "allies".
Enemies
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Sire
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Childer
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Broodmates
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Soundtrack
H4 - The Birthday Massacre - Leaving Tonight
H3 - System of a Down - Spiders
H2 - Coal Chamber - Empty Jar
H1 - Genitorturers - Confessions of a Blackheart
Atrium Carceri - End Titles
Quotes/No contexts
Rumors
- Ever been hungry? I mean, really hungry? Like, starved yourself into torpor to see what would happen hungry? Here's what you do, steal a car, drive it until it's out of gas and burn it, steal another car, drive it to the ocean, steal a submarine, tear your eyes out, bring that submarine down to crush depth until it just falls apart around you and the water all rushes in around you and fills your empty eyesockets and empty mouth and empty lungs and empty stomach and just your entire thoracic cavity is nothing but a screaming void of ocean water, and then the last thing you'll see from those empty eyesockets as you sink into torpor in those eternally unlit depths is a great mouth laughing and saying "get in loser we're going hunting for-"
- If you want to know what they were hunting for, you'll have to ask them.
- Ronnie Spikes is eternal; Ronnie Spikes cannot be defeated; for we are all Ronnie Spikes, any of us who don the mask and take the name.
- There is nothing so sweet and so unsatisfying as the nectar of the night gladiolus.