The air in the dance club is electrified. The music pounds in your ears and you can feel your chest vibrating with every beat. You notice you're the only one seated at one of the many tables placed around the walls of the club. Everyone else is packed onto the dance floor. Bodies twist and mesh together, hands raised in the air locked in the endless cadence. Green laser lights and rainbow spotlights flash and flicker. A strobe light occasionally pulsates, ricocheting lightning flashes off the enthralled crowd.
You can't help but notice the DJ on the raised platform at the far end of the dance floor. You see the myriad of colours reflecting off her beautiful features and you realize she is the one they dance for. Her hands glide over the turntables with such fluidity you'd think they were water. The expression on her angelic face is one of complete contentment. You can feel the heart and soul pouring out into the music and you feel yourself drawn to her. In the glitter of the lights you see a small amused smile on her face.
As the tempo changes to the next song she presses a button activating the playback on the turntables. Your eyes follow her as she steps down the spiral steel steps from the platform to the dance floor. The mass of dancers part to let her through. She walks straight towards you, the path behind her being consumed again by the crowd. As she approaches, you can see she has long golden blonde hair that falls just below her shoulder blades with her bangs cut short and swept across her forehead. She looks to be about 5'8", but with the strappy black high heels on her feet, she looks a few inches taller. She wears a slinky black dress that hugs her slim figure impeccably. The front of the dress cuts down in a deep v-neck. There's a small cross branded into her skin just above her cleavage which is exposed just enough to be tasteful. You can't seem to keep your eyes off her. Her smile widens when she reaches your table.
"Welcome to the Ascension," she greets you, extending her hand. "I'm Taryn Scott, the owner." Her grip is more firm than you expected. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Now that she's standing in front of you, you can see she has green eyes. She sits on a bar stool opposite yours, crossing her slender, shapely legs. "It brings in the big money when they come to hear me play." She holds up two fingers to the bartender and he nods in return. "I apologize if you have a particular taste; I tend to cater more to kine than to kindred here. They're usually the bigger fans." she smiles pleasantly.
A waiter comes by the table and puts down two glasses of chilled vitae. Taryn sips the red liquid before she continues. "So you want to hear about me," she smirks. "That's why you're here, isn't it? I figured eventually you'd be along."
Smiling, Taryn brushes her bangs back and leans forward in her seat, cupping her drink in both hands. "I'll just jump right in then. Please feel free to interrupt if you have any questions." She looks at you vivaciously. "I was embraced as a Brujah, as you know, and I'm as much a ‘neonate' as one could be, if you go by my age. I'm very proud of who I am, though I try not to be ‘that typical Brujah'. It's the stereotypes against my clan that really piss me off. I love a good brawl as much as the next one, but there's more to me than just smashing-shit-good."
A playful look crosses her dark green eyes. "But as I always say, shock the shit out of everyone who doubts your capability."
Vitals Name: Taryn Scott Clan: Brujah Generation: 10th Nature: Protector Demeanor: Gallant Apparent Age: 26 Actual Age (AD): 18 Title: Brujah whip