Stunningly beautiful, Phryne stands at an uncommonly tall 5'8" when barefoot, with heels often pushing her to six feet or more. She moves with a seductive grace, and always seems to have her look on point - be it formal-wear or grungy castoff Bohemian. She carries the scent of perfume and fragrant oils with her, and her sultry, throaty contralto voice seems curiously devoid of any sort of accent. She tends to favor outfits that show a lot of skin.
At first one might scoff at the very notion she is Nosferatu, but the tells are subtly present: she always seems to be uncomfortably close to whomever she speaks with, and seems to move unconsciously to be between them and any exits or easy routes of escape.
Personality
Phryne's nightly manner is wanton, flirtatious, and utterly shameless. She is an unabashed hedonist, but under the love of excess are some depths: she is deeply faithful to the Great Mother, and she has a somewhat mercurial but still present maternal streak, especially to those society might deem outcasts.
Brief History
Phryne is old, so old that 'ancient' is possibly the better term. Unfortunately for her, she remembers nearly none of that history currently, due to a very violently-inflicted, decades-long bout with torpor. She was last active in Seattle nearly fifty years ago before a sudden disappearance, and only now returns to its streets to find nearly nothing as she remembered it...
Roleplaying Hooks
How The Mighty Have Fallen
Seattle natives or those with frequent contact in the city before the Vanishing may recall tales of a powerful Elder of the Crone who went missing in the Seventies, presumed dead. The disappearance was never solved, but Phryne has re-emerged from her long torpor with a severe case of amnesia and much of her personal might faded...
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