Sarah Fry

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Overview

To Come.


RP Hooks

Local - She was born and raised right here in town. She attended public school and everything.
Daniel - She was born Daniel Fry, but began going by Sarah when she was still very young. She has ever since, as well. Her family is very welcoming of it, and most people in her life have chosen not to be jerks about her life. There are always assholes, though.
Farmer - She lives on and works at the Fry Dairy Farm. She is one of the main tenders to the place, and was raised on said farm.
Artist - Though she makes most of her income from the farm, her art is gaining more and more popularity. She is an amazing sculptor and painter.
Bishop - She may be Courtless, but Sarah is a Bishop of Blackbirds. She seems happy to help other Changelings out, for the right price. Most of the time her prices seem much less then other Blackbirds. Sometimes, however, for reasons unknown to others, she seems to really gouge.
Hoard - Do you need some bizarre Hedge thingy for the Market? She is the one to talk to. Her Hollow, which is huge, is apparently FILLED with bizarre things, and she is willing to trade and make deals. (Goblin Hoard 5)

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On Game As: Sarah
Played By: Cara Delevigne
Concept: Friendly Bishop
Date of Birth: November 10
Apparent Age: Early 20's
Occupation: Dairy Farmer/Artist
Virtue: Charity
Vice: Lust

Freehold: Fate's Harvest
Motley: None
Seeming: Beast
Kith: Coyote
Court: Courtless
Entitlement: Bishop of Blackbirds
Keeper: The Borrower

Soundtrack

The Decemberists - Lake Song

Down by the lake we were overturning pebbles
And depending all the animals alive
And I took a drag from your cigarette
And I pinched it 'tween my finger and my thumb, to let it dive
And the sun burned low, on the radio


Say that you will, say you will, or will you or won't
Or you whatever you prevaricate, you whole life don't you
And this much I can say, would have waited till the oceans
Fell away and all the sunken cities would reveal themselves to you
But you won't, will you, because you never do
And the sun burned through, sweet as honey dew


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