Mina Grey
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On Game As:
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Mina
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Played By:
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Sarah Hay
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Concept:
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Foxglove
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Date of Birth:
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05 July 1993
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Apparent Age:
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Maybe 20
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Occupation:
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Dancer
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Virtue:
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Charity
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Vice:
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Lust
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Freehold:
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Fate's Harvest
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Motley:
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None
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Seeming:
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Fairest
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Kith:
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Succubus Flowering
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Court:
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Spring
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Entitlement:
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Guild of the Sacred Journey
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Keeper:
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The Floriographer
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“Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder. Love is hard - harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.”
– Jacqueline Carey
Overview
Once upon a time, not long ago, Mina was Prima for the Boston Ballet. She was lovely and talented, and like so many brilliant artists, tortured. Her suicide attempt was all over the local papers, just under a year ago. She's disappeared from the spotlight since, but it is no secret that her affluent family has since disowned her. (Fame 1). She moved to Vermont, to recover her mental state, her form, and hide in her shame.
Of course, the Lost of Fate's Harvest know the truth of it. That the ballerina was stolen away, and came back. She joined the Spring Court shortly after her arrival in the late winter of 2016, is a member of the Guild of the Sacred Journey, and something of a healer. She still dances, though not on stage.
RP Hooks
- Something Interesting - Hooks are meant to provide other players and storytellers easy starting points for RP.
- Something Special - They can be things which make your character unique.
- Something Shared - They can also be things which your character might share with other characters.
Contacts
- Name - You can list people your character knows here.
- Name - It could be someone they find useful, someone they care about.
- Name - It could be someone they loathe, an adversary or rival.
Gallery
Soundtrack
Keaton Henson - The Pugilist
- Well I'm a self-centered writer
- Loving myself to sin
- Stay away from me
- Don't find a way to get in
- I care only for art and career
- So scared of death that I try to leave part of me here
- I am lonely
- Lonely in the fact that I need to be loved
- And told I am deserving...
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Logs