Alessa Gillespie

elder Tremere


A rather frail looking girl looks up at you. Her eyes are covered with huge glasses, framed with dark rims. Her hair is a mess of tangled treads, each a different color. As she drops the books she was carrying you notice the well worn gray mottle of clothes she has thrown on with no regard for style or taste. She almost shy’s away and when she does finally talk her voice creaks as if not used for years. You can almost hear the weight of the world upon them, her gloom descending on you as well…


Alessa Gillespie

Apeldoorn by night rebooted Harm_Jan