Fursa Hand-Seinn

"I am not what you think I am."

Appearance

Fursa is a remnant of the Orkney Pict clans and her body is a canvas. The finely tattooed lines depict all kinds of intricate mystical and sacred symbols, each having a meaning and purpose. The most striking of the motifs are the peacock type birds in her face, their bodies cover her cheeks and the necks cross over the bridge of her nose, allowing the heads to rest just over her eyebrows. In all ways, she resembles a "modern primitive", but in no way associates herself with that movement.

The Blood of Ennoia has left her with emerald green wolfeyes, slightly pointed, tufted ears, a permanent set of upper fangs, a reflexive sniffing habit that gives her an acute sense of smell, clawed hands and feet, a magnificent red-grey wolf tail, and a strip of fur running up to the nape of her neck.

No matter what shape she takes, the faint traces of the tattoos on her human form translate in some fashion. As a bat, they become strange lines al over the body and as a wolf, the red grey fur is streaked in an odd way.

In public, she is almost always seen in a leather duster, stylishly baggy pants, an oversized shirt, and a sturdy pair of boots. Dark green safety glasses with side shields prevent the notice of her whiteless eyes. She buries her ears in her waist-length red hair, but will usually wear a hat, the current style of tube hats being a common favorite. She always wears gloves.

Demeanor

She is a Viking Age woman of clear Pictish heritage living in the modern world. She has definite ideas about freedom that extend beyond her Gangrel blood. She is fiercly loyal and protective of her numerous childer. Her friends and loves are those whom she'd gladly kill for--one or two she might even follow to the Final Death. She is a deeply religious soul and posesses a deep and abiding faith, one that makes most kindred nervous in her presence

In her mind, her vampirism is a calling from the Gods, though in one sense she resents the fact that she has been separated from her husband, Hrothgar. She is a model follower of the Path of Self-Focus and is driven to expand herself where other Kindred become eclipsed by their own Darkness. In the context of her religion, she fulfils the role of a Dis, a female ancestral spirit, and has been known to appear out of the night with a miracle at her fingertips for a striken mortal descendant. Her Faith has carried her to perform miraculous feats of many kinds and her devotion to the Gods of Asgard is unparalleled. She seems destined to fight infernals and her heavy gaze will show you that she has seen the Darkness first hand.

Her Reign as Prince

Fursa dwelt for centuries within the Black Forest of Germany and served in many capacities for the Prince there, Harbard. Her voice has been heard among the Gangrel for most of her existence and she is counted among the Elders of her Clan. She came to the US for unknown reasons in 1984 and set up her home near a major metropolitian area. After a while, she ventured to the New England area and began to spend more time around New Hampshire, eventually buying land and an old mansion.

April 30, 1994, during one of the most fearsome thunderstorms in recent memory, Fursa Hand-Seinn strode into the brand new Elysium and looked around the room at the gathered Camarilla. It had been some months since the disappearance of Albert Frederickson, but no one had dared claim Praxis for themselves. When no one stepped forward to take the role, even after her query "And who will lead you?", she pulled off her glasses and turned her eerie gaze on the room. The Gangrel Ancient, who had all but shunned Elysium, strode into the hall and claimed Praxis for herself. There was a stunned silence as she stalked through the room slowly, speaking with a rare fire in her voice, calling all the Kindred present to hear her and tell tales to all they would find that "Your Drighten has Come. Frith will reign here." This was the beginning of the chain of events that began the clan feud that led to the sewer explosion under Manchester, December 24, 2004.

The Camarilla is happy to have a strong prince in this key territory. owever, the fractious local kindred have found again and again that Fursa is hardly the typical Prince.


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