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Regan Saville


"No man is rich enough to buy back his past” - Oscar Wilde

A complicated individual, which is to say 'supremely fucked'. Regan might have been a typical rebellious black sheep of an old money New England family but for pissing off the wrong guy. Then again, one with intimate knowledge of her origin might say she was bound for hell from the start. Nevertheless, a rough road eventually led to her murder at nineteen, and Fate led to her resurrection with no better of an attitude than any hungover teen being roused at 5 am for school. Now, (dis)trust-funded and aimless, she's recovering from the mess of the last two years whilst looking for purpose.


Full Name: Regan Leigh (Saville)
Birthdate: March 13th, 1998
Apparent Age: Late Teens
Occupation: Idle and Dangerous
Virtue: Vigilance
Vice: Impetuousness
Sphere: Geist
Threshold: Torn
Archetype: Necromancer



Geist - Toys in the attic, bats in the belfry.
Student - Psych dropout/dropin
Dead People - They're nothing new to her. The funny thing is how many /kinds/ there are.
Hunter/Hunted - The Savilles like to hunt and kill inhuman things for sport. Now that their little black sheep has transcended death, is she a target?
Urban Spelunker - Old and abandoned buildings are awesome.
Missing - If you have a great memory and keep up with the news, she looks like a girl who went missing in a neighboring state a bit over a year ago. Same first name too. (Hunter groups may have been sent a flier)
Vampires - You guys remember her? because she remembers you. All of you.

“I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.”
- Charles Bukowski


Presence: •••••
Striking Looks: •• (Alluring)
Supernatural Esteem: •• Demons



Occult: Ghosts
Empathy: Profiling
Larceny: Breaking and Entering
Investigation: Crime Scene

Bella Lugosi's Dead - Bauhaus

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
Undead undead undead
Bela Lugosi's dead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Lugosi's dead

Boot Camp - Soundgarden
Mad World - Gary Jules
Big Empty – Stone Temple Pilots
Cry Little Sister – The Anix
Possum Kingdom - The Toadies

"When the world gets bad enough, the good go crazy, but
the smart go bad." - Evil Abed


They ate my heart, but you crushed it. In which hell do you now dwell?
What's the opposite of ironic?
Now this twisted triangle lacks its pinnacle. Where does that leave us?
Your end was the beginning of mine. You're somewhere though, drifting through hells, and I'll search them all for you. I can set you free.
I'll be your little butterfly.
You weren't the perfect drug. But thanks for the respite.
We met at an inopportune time. I've been selfish. I want to learn to value you.
Fine. I guess I'll just stay dead then.
It is REALLY hard to get fired by this guy.
You're so weird. I get weird.
You were there. I don't forget.
You were there. I don't forget.
Someday, you'll die-- everyone does. Then, you'll learn to fear me.

“That's all the freedom we can hope for - the freedom to choose our prison.” - L.M. Montgomery

Kodak Moments

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