Kansas` Foxx
Kansas enters, 5'11",a lean and lithe woman, who moves with an almost animal grace...Her soulful, piercing jade eyes scan the room briefly. Long, bright scarelet hair cascades down, and is snow white at the ends,very much resembling e a fox's tail. The long tresses partly conceals the elongated tips of her ears. She wears brown jeans and a green camo shirt. A back pack is slung over her shoulder, and sturdy hiking boots on her feet. A leather collar embedded with a silver wolf's head emblem is around her neck... An unsually large red fox leaps from her shoulders to walk by her side... {{App.3}} She appeared a few weeks ago.. from a long sleep.. one almost 70 years in length.. Born in 1880, she was embraced at the tender age of 20.... 30 years into her undead life....she became disillusioned with the new century....and she was put into a deep sleep, helped by her mentor.. and buried... Sh ewas to be woken in 25 years... but circumstances prevented that when a tribe of werefoxes found her crypt, slayed her mentor... and kept her buried for another 43 years...
Finally bored of their sport, they wakened her ... In her frenzy, she killed most of them... and rescued their other captor.. a large fox, now named SmallFang, whom Kansas made her ghoul... Perhaps it is this bond... or her affiliation withe the werefoxes for so many decades.. that her animalistic features tend to favor the fox....
Who knows what that may lead too... In the meantime, her haven having been destroyed by her captors.. she now shares the haven of one Alexander .. a fellow Gangrel.... one that intriques a heart long since cooled by cynicism....and stirs a fire for a passion for living that she thought dead with her mentor
