ShatteredRoses {shatteredroses@hollowdreams.net} has
been playing WoD games since she was twelve, and as you could
well expect, they've scarred her for life.
She only started playing Wraith in 2000, but fell in love
with it the moment she opened the cover, and has been somewhat
obsessed with it ever since. Despite STing the odd Wraith game,
she's never actually played in a Tabletop Wraith game, for want
of another person that knows the game well enough to run it.
Still, she's been torturing the citizens of Bangor, North Wales
with it for the last four years, and intends to keep on doing
so for quite some time.
Her main environment for her games, however ,remains online.
After falling in love with the game even more on New Bremen,
and getting infuriated with the lack of attention it got, went
on to ST a futuristic Wraith game at City in Descent. She has
since gone on to run the game on Hollow
Dreams .net, where the game can finally get the inclusion
it deserves.
The chat opens in October, and in the meantime she's keeping
herself busy by slaving over her setting and NPCs, writing, working
and trying to find time to run Exalted her other
pet passion.
Drawing is more of a hobby for her than any of those things:
something she does to unwind from writing all those backgrounds
to try and get across how she sees her NPCs. Still, it's amazing
what you can do with a few photo references and a copy of Paint
Shop Pro to bring a few old ink-and-paper drawings to life.
This is the Renegade ship Hallowe'en, scourge of what's left
of the Hierarchy in Post-Maelstrom London. Captained by lifelong
pirate Red McAllister, and crewed by those who hate the Hierarchy
too much to do a stupid thing like drop their grudge because
of one silly little Maelstrom, the Hallowe'en is yet to be sunk.
This is because, while the Hierarchy ship HMS Courageous guards
the western outskirts of the Thames from nightly spectral incursions,
the Hallowe'en rests in the Docklands to the east, and sees that
the Shadoweaten don't invade what's left of the city through
the breach of the river.
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