"You know Carmilla, right? The ice-queen Daeva? Yeah, she works for the city, with the Hounds. No, not as muscle, worse - they brought some poor Lick in one night while I was watching, had him locked up in a room questioning him. Guess they weren't getting anywhere, because the leader of the pack came out looking pissed and made a phone call. Before too long, in comes Carmilla and they take her into the room with the perp. Next thing I know I'm hearing screams that don't even still sound human. After maybe half an hour of those screams, out Carmilla comes, not a hair out of place, and they drag the perp out not soon after. Poor bastard didn't have a mark on him, but I still get the shivers when I remember his face - his eyes were empty, his jaw slack - he was still walking, but he looked like he may as well have been torped."
"Millie? Yeah, she's a fucking sell-out working for the Prince and his goons, but I guess it pays off? Just a few words from her and most Licks with a mind to fuck with the Movement are real fuckin' quick to to reconsider. I mean, stories you hear about what she can do to someone's head, guess it makes sense that no one wants to piss her off? Or maybe its because nobody wants to cross one of the city's top interrogators, fear of her calling in favors to make their nightlife miserable? Either way, guess it's good she's on our side."
"Want to know the really fucking weird thing? No one knows shit-all about who her sire is, and she's not some fucking nomad who wandered in, either, to make that what you'd expect. All anyone can remember is that one night in the Nineties she came off the ferry from Hart Island in a dress that looked like she was buried in it. A lot of rumors say she was dead-dead before she got back up - as in, dead for days, one of those post-mortem embraces? But she's not a Shadow, she's a Daeva."
"You ever notice how she always has on long sleeves, or those long-ass fancy gloves, or even just arm-warmers? You never see her forearms bare. No matter how hot it is out, always got her arms covered. Fucking weird."
'Carmilla LeStrange' wandered into the All Night Society of New York City somewhere in the late Nineties, taken in shortly after by the Carthian Movement. She's remained a loyal member ever since, offering her unique talents to the Firebrands' cause - and offering her time and soul to the service of the city proper with those same talents so the rest of the Movement need not find themselves likewise obliged.
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