Shiny

Shiny is an Antitribu Malkavian. She is basically a maniac hunting for men, especially for those who have a tendency to be impolite with women.

Description
Always positive 18 y.o. girl. she doesn't have lips or cheeks. Not very high. Likes to laugh and watch people suffering.

Personal History
Shiny not always was her name. When she was born her name was Angelica. Her mother, Lian was a prostitute with asiatic origines and newer actually wanted to have a child. But like in most cases life often doesn’t ask what you want and what you don’t want. Angelica was born in a small flat in a ghetto of one of the northern USA towns. It was one of those districts where the policemen are afraid to go. All the buildings were covered with graffiti and it was normal to hear someone screaming. Angelica was growing basically alone as her mother was always “at work”, but many said that she was taking drugs. Every person (and especially children) tends to find someone who can be its closest person. Angelica didn’t have a mother near her. Nor did she have grandparents. She never got to know her father, but there was a neighbor family. Mr. and Mrs. Donewell. They took care of her when she was a baby and helped her when she was growing. Mrs Donewell was a big woman with a kind heart. She loved to cook, especially smelly food. And because of that their home was always filled with the odor of onions, garlic or fried oil. Each time Angelica came to them she felt this puffing smell and felt herself in a safe place. Mr. Donewell worked as a mechanic in a small auto service across the street. His arms were big and when he played with Angelica it always felt like he could hold the mountain with these hands.

Years passed. Angelica entered high school and was close to finally finishing it. Lian left Angelica as soon as she became eighteen. Mrs Donewell died of a heart attack soon after. Probably her diet didn’t have a good influence on her health. Mr. Donewell has lost his job due to the new factory that is now standing at the place of the auto servise, with its logo “West Soda” glowing all night long in Angelica's window and tubes that were constantly smoking, making it difficult to breathe in the nearby quarters. Life that seemed to be grey was getting darker every day. Angelica had to find a job as a waitress in a local Cafe to sustain herself but the money she was making was barely enough to get some food and pay out her debts. Her life could be summarised as: school with no sense, job she can't stand and the life she hates.

One day when she was finishing her work shift there were still a group of people. Old TV screen was showing a reportage about a new factory: “...the most ecologic soda factory in the whole USA. We have hired only professionals to realise...”. They worked at a local factory and often stayed until late sipping a beer. This time there were several new faces but Angelica never tried to remember them. All her thoughts were how to leave this hell as fast as possible. She went to the table to ask them to leave as the Cafe was about to close. These men were not drunk, but certainly not sober. They asked her to join them, touched her and laughed. She refused and they left. At least she thought so. When she was on her way home she met them again. But this time they didn’t laugh. What a girl can do to several men? They tore her clothes. Angelica could only scream but they closed her mouth. Next second she heard *dung* and one of the men fell down. Behind him was standing Mr. Donewell with a pipe in his hand. “Get away from her!” he growled. Who, but the coward will try to rape a girl on her way home? Mr. Donewell didn’t have to repeat. Running away they only screamed: “You will pay for this slut, old bastard!”. Mr. Donewell took Angelica in his hands and brought her to his home. He smelled of cheap alcohol and cigarettes mixed with the ubiquitous odor of their apartment. Breathing heavily he went up on the third floor and opened the door. Angelica was shaking in his hands maybe because of adrenaline in the blood, maybe because of early winter outside and ripped clothes, maybe because this evening was the last drop. Mr. Donewell brought her inside and closed the door. “How could you let it happen?” he asked quietly. “I thought me and Margareth taught you to be a good person, an honest person”. Angelica looked in his face and saw his drunken eyes full of disappointment. “But now I see that you are the same as your mother… How much did they pay you?!” he screamed, moving on her. Angelica was shocked. A man who she thought she knew now looked like someone else. It was still Mr. Donewell but she can not recognise him. With her dry mouth she whispered trying to get back: “They didn't, they...”. But Mr. Donewell didn’t want to listen to her “No-no-no, I don’t want to know that, you - little slut!” He slapped her face so hard, that she fell down. “Mr. Donewell please listen to me...”. She had no more force to scream, all she could do was crawl backwards. “Mr. Donewell it is not what you think...”. He grabbed her up and threw on the bed. “If you are the same as your mother, then at least you’ll know what to do! I always saw that lustful shine in your eyes!”

...

She managed to leave only after an hour. The closest person alive ended up to be a monster. Angelica was broken inside. It felt like she was full of pain, mentally and physically. She didn’t want to stay at home, close to the place where HE sleeps. She went out to the street. It was late night in early winter and slow snowflakes were falling from the sky. The wall of clouds was reflecting yellow city light and thus seemed to be orange. Rare cars were passing by the street where a girl in ripped clothes was walking all alone. She didn’t feel cold. She didn’t feel scared. She didn’t feel upset. She felt only pain.

…

A man in white jacket was sitting on a bench, trying to catch falling snowflakes with his tongue. Snow was not melting and thus he had a mouth full of snow, when Angelica passed near him mumbling “...lustful shine … my eyes...”. The man watched her passing by, then stood up and followed her. He was gazing at her back with a big interest. He was feeling how the warmth of her body was going away. He felt how she was dying slowly both of cold and blood loss. But her problem was that she was broken. She was already dead inside. The only thing that was still there was her enormous pain. “Hey, girl!” he yelled, still following her several feets away. “Girl! I’m talking to you!”. No answer. In a second he was near, hugging her like an old friend. He was cold as snow in his mouth that he was shuing. “Little girly girl…” he was whispering in her ear, the next moment he was yelling again, like an actor on the scene: ”My darling! Why are you so upset? What makes you come here to me at this late hour?”. They were standing in the middle of the street, Angelica was looking in his direction still mumbling: “Shining eyes... he said I have shining eyes...”. “My darling, what are you talking about? You have beautiful eyes, like two big grey puddles, I like them! And I think I understand what you feel. My shiny darling, I think you are suffering from something or someone, but you have to know, that only through pain are we elevated. Only through pain a soul can grasp the meaning of life. But I’m afraid your time is running out. Perhaps, I could offer you a deal? What if I would offer you to tell you everything about pain, so that you could then show everybody what I will tell you?”. Angelica was still standing, quite gazing at this strange man walking around her. He was different from any person she met before. It felt like he was emitting power and self confidence “I… I don’t know, are you talking about revenge?” she asked. “Not revenge. You will be able to show them how it feels to reach an ideal state of existence. But to be able to do this you have to reach it yourself”. With these words he smiled widely showing his sharp teeth and took out the knife out of his pocket, moving closer to Angelica. “You will show them what it means - to shine, Shiny”.

Character Sheet: Link to sheet here.