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| Born: Lily Anne Sinclair Birthplace: Los Angeles, California Date of Birth: December 2, 1985 Clan: Brujah Sire: Harley Qwinn - Generation: 7th Demeanor: Rebel - Nature: Survivor Height: 5'9" - Weight: 135 lbs, Hair: Natural Blonde; Sometimes dyed dark brown with shocking pink highlights Eyes: Deep brown Occupation: Odd jobs, petty thievery when no one is looking and funds are tight Song: "Stronger" - Kanye West |
| History: Lily had a pretty good life growing up in LA. Her parents weren't rich but they were successful enough in their careers that they didn't suffer. She did a lot of the things that privileged kids got to do, especially since she was her parents only child. Lily even attended an esteemed private school all the way into her high school years. Every winter they had family reunions with her aunts and uncles at a lodge in Colorado. Those were always her favorite times. It was so much fun to meet up with her other cousin. She had a blast riding snowmobiles, skiing, having snowball fights and telling one another scary stories in front of the fireplace after all the parents went to bed. Those were great times. Things changed one year. Her 14th year to be exact. One night, during the usual family reunion, one of her uncles broke the ultimate trust, visiting Lily in her room. He'd touched her in ways an uncle never should and said things to her that left her feeling humiliated, blaming herself, hating herself. She tried telling her parents. They didn't believe her. Wouldn't believe her. It was unthinkable after all that one of their siblings would violate their only daughter. This ugly, grotesque scenario would repeat itself through the next two years when they all gathered at the lodge. She'd quit trying to make her parents believe her after it a horrible argument. They simply would not believe their child. The uncle was very convincing in proclaiming everything Lily said was a lie. His visits became more "involved" from that point on, educating her in things that some females don't learn about until much older. They weren't kind visits either. It was the night after her 16th birthday, and one of his visits, that she packed her bags and ran away. It didn't matter that it was snowing and freezing outside. She had to get out. Get away. Death was better than the hell she'd lived the past two years. Even if it meant freezing to death. Lily committed her first petty theft that night, sneaking into her parent's room and stealing what cash they had. She took their car to the bus station and bought a ticket that would take her as far as Atlanta, Georgia. It was the other side of the country and that was good enough for her. She soon had to adapt to living on the streets, in shelters and anywhere else she could get out of the weather. Lily was able to survive there for several years. During that time she saved up whatever money she found, earned, stole. Life for her was now the complete opposite of what it had been in LA. But it was better. No one violated her. Lily grew weary of seeing the same old stuff on those dim, hopeless streets. So, she packed up her few belongings, bought another bus ticket. This time to Savannah. Over the years, she'd heard it was a beautiful town, full of old plantation history. Having developed a love for the southern way of life, she knew Savannah was the place to go now. Her savings enabled her to get a small one room apartment on a not so nice part of the city. But she didn't mind. She was starting over again and there was a great sense of accomplishment and freedom in that. She enjoys living every day to its fullest now. Recent update: Little Lily was drawn into another world, an unliving world and has since left the quaint city of Savannah. She now resides back in her home city of Los Angeles. Somewhere between the east coast and west, she found Harley and was brought across to this unliving world. |
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| Lily's baby |
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| Yeah, she's my sire. Got a problem with it? |
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