Lucita
Lasombra antihibu · Gen 7
Roleplaying
You have changed your outward appearance to blend in with the modem world, but you secretly mourn the passing of true nobility among mortal society. What passes for aristocracy the so-called “jet set” of celebrities, media stars and rich, young entrepreneurs pales before the true elegance of those born to the Blood. Still, the excitement and vigor of the modem world impresses you and you can’t bear to see it destroyed by Gehenna. Your commitment to Anatole and Beckett remains strong because it is voluntary, although you worry even more about Anatole since his diablerie of Octavio. You try to steer him away from other such temptations. You firmly believe, however, that Anatole and, to a lesser extent, Beckett hold the key to Kindred survival in the coming nights. D w n s PERSONAE ai Haven: Anywhere that presents a safe shelter for herself and her traveling companions. Secrets: Lucita’s knowledge of Gehenna has grown over the centuries. She also knows of Anatole’s many diableries and of his conviction that the demon Kupala now speaks through him. This disturbs her greatly. Influence: Lucita exercises great personal influence among Kindred who have met her and have availed themselves of her skill and knowledge. Her reputation as a warrior and her willingness to defend the Camarilla against the Sabbat has made her many allies as well as enemies. Scholars of Kindred history also look to her for advice and for interpretations of Anatole’s incomprehensible utterances. Destiny: Lucita continues her wanderings, taking advantage of the ease of travel to spend time in both the Americas and in Europe.
In the Chronicles
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Spainrtals, the building might be where they came to be closer to God. For Lucita, it was a portal not to heaven but to torment. Yet she was here. She paused, delaying for a few more minutes
Lucita## Lucita **of Note** didn’t like to be remembered. That was the whole logic behind the damn Masquerade, to be hones
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