Epitaph: The Scourge, The Whisper, The Psychopath

Quote: "Have you ever tried drinking your own blood? Come on, try it."

Clan: Malkavian

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It's telling that Prince Prescott lets a Ventrue be her Seneschal, a Banu Haqim be her Sheriff, but made sure a Malkavian was the Scourge. Lydia is supposed to report to Jordan Mitchell, but it's assumed by everyone that the Prince's childe would only listen to her sire. She does the Prince's personal dirty work. No one can really say they've seen her work, but there are rumors and whispers, especially among the Thin-Bloods.

They say she'll come as anyone: a pretty girl you pick up at the bar, a hobo you pass on the street, a bus driver come to pick you up. First she just strikes up a conversation with you, asking inane but harmless questions, or so you think. Then the whispers start. The visions, the gnawing fear and dread. The paranoia. And still more random quotes from the strangers around your life, all continuing the same conversation.
The friends you keep, the people you meet, all suddenly will seem alien and hostile. The whispers keep urging you to lash out, to do something drastic, get them before they get you. Because if you don't, they actually will get you.

Then, when your hands are stained with your own blood or the blood of your loved ones, she finally comes for you.