I'm leaving by night
I'm leaving alone
I'm leaving it lie
When you waken I'll be gone
I would not beg for me
As I would not beg for you
Though I'd like to be the one
To see you through

Every step you have taken
Disappears with the tide
You're torn up and shaken
With changing your mind
You haven't got the grace
To say you'll finally decide
And you haven't got the strength
To stay and fight

September 10th, 2021

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they say that death is a tragedy it comes once, and it's over
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all our heroes are dead, we got ourselves instead

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Name Bridget 'Birdie' Lewis Age looks 24 Born 1943
Actual age 73 Sexuality Pansexual PB Tamla Kari
About.
Political involvement is nothing new. She was turned in 1967, after all, having spent her time in life with draft dodgers and folk singers and anti-war activists before she was found by her sire. Kindred politics are a very different game, with much more immediate consequences. She learned to play ball to survive, skate by on the Hospitalities of the Camarilla so she could keep moving, keep singing.

Birdie is here for the music. Most of her unlife has revolved around it - and how to use it to navigate the night. It's easy enough to keep the Beast at bay by drawing in kine with a song, feeding just enough before moving on to the next fan.

Thing is, skating by and keeping the Beast away doesn't mean there isn't conflict. Getting hamstrung by a Toreador Prince was never part of her survival plan, never a risk her sire taught her how to navigate. It's not just playing ball anymore when you're singing in the Camarilla's court, their Elysium, tasked with easing tensions and 'convincing' opposing parties to comply.
First impressions.
Visual. A little average and unassuming - dark hair, pale skin. Clothing a little dated, but easily passed off as looking vintage. Usually carrying a guitar.
Oddities. Upon any dedicated close inspection, it's easy enough to notice - she doesn't breathe when she isn't talking or singing, her skin is a little cooler than it should be. Then, when Birdie gets on stage to sing, isn't it weird how moving those songs can be?
Demeanor. Like many musicians, she rides a thin line between bubbly hedonism and deep sullenness. Birdie knows her way around the general politics of unlife, the masquerade, and her own Sisters. Most other Kindred would consider her harmless, sweet but too preoccupied with her music to be a threat to their plans, and agreeable enough to go along with them. Until, of course, she isn't.
Aural. Just a trace of eastern New England accent remains. A clear mezzo soprano singing voice with good range, but the phrasing and tone is distinctly unrefined until she's singing harmony with her Sisters.
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