"I fear no enemy, I fear not death...for my strength is eternal."

Strength: Her courage and skill with the sword make her an excellent combantant. Her tolerence for the Camarilla, and it's working, also makes her extremely flexible and easy to work with.
Weakness: She is quick to anger. Also, being of such high status, she is often hunted and unintentionally brings many foes with her.

Statistics:
Clan: Lasombra-antitribu
Generation: 8th
Nature: Empathic
Demeanor: Bitch
Age: 323 (appears in her mid-20s)
Birthday: November 1, 1679
Date of Death: January 1, 1703 (at the age of 24)
Sire:

yra Edgewind could still remember that portrait. It was so perfect than. She stood in the painting, her beautiful creme colored, velvet and satin, beaded dress hung behind the children as a fine curtain backdrop. Her husband stood next to her, one hand placed gently on her waist, the other held contentedly at his side. She and the children had the same shade of hair, a most pale blonde, almost white. She still remembered them looking up at her during the entire portrait, their large sweet eyes pinning for a hug. Now she only wished she had. She had been born into an ideal English noble family. A playful childhood led to a dreamy and romantic youth. That youth led to the painting. She cried the entire trip to Scandinavia, but she continues to be unable to discern if it was out of the sorrow of leaving England, or the joy of coming to her new husbands home. But how drastically things had changed since then. How it happened she still doesn’t understand. He was so charming. She fell into his arms, and lost everything: her husband, her children, her life. How can someone be so good, and so evil at the same time. She watched as the glittering tears trickled down the rosy cheeks of her dying children. She had always wished that they would never fall. It was all his fault. He took her into a world of darkness. She woke up consumed. Her hands pressed in all directions. It was black. The air smelled earthy, and dank. She pulled her way to the surface. Above the grave, the earth shifted and rumbled. The hardened top soil cracked, and from it, the nails crusted with filth rose to the night air. It pulled itself out. She screamed. But soon that monster died. She loved how it tasted. It was so calming, like the rare treat, chocolate. When she looked down, hoping for seconds, she saw the guilt staring back up at her. Her husband laid in her arms. She wanted to scream, but her heart was too dead to take the initial breath. She was greeted....by him. He changed her, and let her understand. She resented him. She was anarchistic and cold, and defied him brutally. When she finally escaped his grasp, she learned to focus her deranged anger into a logical disintegration of this horrible world. For the first time she was able to use her knowledge for personal gain. God did it feel good. She found a place as a Bishop, being recognized as a noble in both the world, and the bloody underground. When things didn’t go her way, however, she broke the rules. Joining with a Caitiff, she made a bond to undo this fretful curse. 13 members, all to be killed at the next meeting...in Tokyo. It was a blood bath. The Tokyo Blood massacre was her revenge. But one member of the thirteen had escaped. This worried the caitiff, but Kyra paid no mind. She alone knew who it was. She was the 13th member, the only survivor.

Key Moment: As she entered Portage city limits, Kyra managed to destroy the peaceful neighborhood of Lucas d'Marabo and Seneschal Addams with a collosal army of Sabbat members, taking every important member of the "upper class" hostage in less than one hour.

The Royal Coterie

Lucas d'Marabo (Ventrue): Lucas is a young prince ,but i belive that he is good at what he does to an extent. Mistakes of the past should be forgiven, hovever; if someone breaks the masquarade, you should give the right punishment. No matter who it was.

Guenevere Addams (Tremere): Guenevere you saved my life once and for that I am thankful, but now that I am free of your blood I shall leave you. I am in your debt an I shall repay you but after that if you get in my way. There will be no holding back.

Frederick Kandor (Malkavian): This new comer is very mysterious, his clan is suppose to be insane, but sometimes I wonder if it is that or if they know more. Maybe I can use him to my advantage.

Acid (Toreador): Next time be a little more careful.

Katherine Jenowitz (Kine): I know nothing of about Katherine, but I do know that if there is a teenage human finding out the truth we have a serious problem.

The Anarchs

Dmitri Alexandre (Caitiff): FOOL! He is as blind as Lucas. Hell, maybe he is a Ventrue. I have repaid my debt to him, I am free to treat him as I PLEASE! I will not let friendship get in the way of my Primogenship. If worse comes to worse he will die!

Vandala (Ventrue): Sad...I wish her well. I just hope one day she learns her true potential and stops wasting on silly romance. That was my down fall. Maybe she will learn for it not to be hers.

Blade (Brujah): My dear Tara, When i found you in that motel crying I felt something new. Something that I have not felt in centeries... true compasion for another person. I don't know if I should hate you or love you. All I know is that I will do my best to help you and comfort you. I hope you will except my friendship and my help. Regardless of our clans.

The Oblong Coterie

Wolfspirit (Gangrel): ...

Diamond Reynolds (Ventrue): ...

Dr. MarcusTalon (Malkavian): ....

Forte (Tremere): ....

Lumiss (Mage): ....

The Dark Society

!! Well, well, well, looks like I have to Teach the Powerfull Camarilla how to run a real city!!