Meg Ackerman

Player: Neon

Clan: Caitiff

Meg is probably the kind of girl you’d steer clear of on a dark street. A glance from her makes you think twice about whether your wallet is still where it should be. It’s not because she’s overtly physically intimidating, but still, she seems like she could do a halfway decent job of mugging you. She’s a scrappy looking girl in her late teens, standing at about 5’ 6’’, with a mane of tangled, wavy black hair that obscures most of her face. She typically dresses in an oversize green army jacket, and beaten black boots. Smudges of dirt and motor oil often stain her pale skin. Her fingernails have rough, chewed edges. Physically, she’s lean and athletic. The girl is constantly in motion, from her grey eyes like switchblades, to her tingling fingers, to her ever-tapping feet. Like a deer in the woods, she’s ever-ready to spring away from danger.

The young girl speaks too quickly, and often trips over her own words. Her voice is slightly husky and scratchy. Despite moving and talking like someone bounding with life, Meg smells of the stillness of the grave. She gives off a clear odor of freshly turned loam and slightly-rotten. The smell is persistent, and mingles with the scent of fading car-freshener and cigarettes to create an altogether vague, but definitely off-putting aroma.

[ Charisma 2 | Appearance 2 | Bruiser + Intimidation 1 | Tic/Twitch | Scent of the Grave ]