|"True power does not need arrogance, a long beard and a barking voice. True power strangles you with silk ribbons, charm, and intelligence." - Slavoj Žižek
Cleo has hungry, seeking eyes. They're the first thing you notice - they dart constantly around whatever space she's in, assessing, searching, and questioning. They pierce whoever they land on. She's a gaunt girl, with a wraithlike step, not too tall and not too short.
The Nineties have never left her; she dresses like she's still prowling the dark streets of Seattle, talking about Eddie Vedder or Kurt Cobain with her prey. Her face is shrouded by dark brunette curls, wild and untamed despite her best efforts.
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|Bookworm: Cleo owns a bookshop named 'The Black Cat' in Bushwick; it caters to left-wing radicals of all types, featuring zines and local encyclicals, as well as socialist literature, second hand books, and records. The space doubles as a venue for activists to gather. When her business and Kindred society don't have her busy, Cleo prowls the city's independent bookstores, university libraries, or even poetry readings. Immersing yourself in the written and spoken word is the best way to find her.|
Stolen Secrets: They say she came here seeking asylum - but if that's the case, she won't say from what. Accusations follow in her wake - cheat, heretic, fucking thief. Cleo's dedicated herself to uncovering secrets of the blood to serve the Movement, avidly experimenting with devotions and other applications of vitae to even the scales against the Elders. She may even know other things; things she shouldn't. Try and find out.
Shameless Gossip: Cleo's highly tuned in to the city's Cacophony. Despite being a newcomer, she seems to know every rumor that swirls around the Five Boroughs. Need to find out if that rumor you've been hearing about the Prince is true? Come to Cleo. She just might tell you the truth.
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Age (Apparent): 22
Height: 5ft 6in.
Profession: Bookshop Owner
City Status: (Harpy)
Covenant: Carthian Movement
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