Barb
What, like it’s hard?
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5’5”
Build: Petite
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Bleach Blonde
Skin Color: Pale with some tan lines that never faded.
Occupation: Survivor
Apparent Age: Mid 20s
Date of Birth: April 5th, 1997
Date of Embrace: March 15th, 2021
Sire: Unknown (believed destroyed during a Luxidine raid)
Childer: None
City Status: 3
City Title: Unknown
Clan: Daeva
Bloodline: Duchagne
Clan Status: 4
Clan Title: Unknown
Covenant: Carthian Movement
Covenant Title: Comrade
Visible Effects:
Deep scars carve across her left cheek, shoulders, ribs, and thighs—permanent reminders of the nights Miami went to hell, etched into her flesh like old burn marks on a battlefield. When she speaks, her voice carries a distinctive vocal fry, rasping with an unsettling sweetness.
Description:
Barb’s the kind of girl you don’t forget — whether you want to or not. She rocks a weathered oversized pink hoodie, slung loose like a dress over a faded bikini top and worn beach shorts — like she just stepped out of some sun-soaked afterparty that never ended. Her blonde hair is usually thrown into a messy updo that feels more deliberate than accidental, strands framing her face with that perfectly chaotic edge. Bright hot pink sunglasses stay perched on her nose almost constantly, but when she slides them down, the predator behind the party girl stares right back at you.
Her sneakers are battered, laces fraying, but they hit the ground with quick, precise steps. Everything about her drips with worn-out glamour twisted by the apocalypse. She’s beach-trash chic with a sharp bite — equal parts fun and lethal.
Personality:
Barb still likes to party — she just throws different kinds of parties now.
Once, she lived for the next drink, the next beat drop, the next wild night that bled into morning. Miami gave her everything — until it didn’t. The Embrace was supposed to keep the music playing forever. Then Luxidine came. Miami fell apart. And Barb? Barb adapted.
Now she channels that same chaotic energy into pure survival with style. She’s one of the Free Coalition’s most unpredictable hitters — a wild card who smiles while breaking skulls. She’s sharp, fast, and always thinking several steps ahead, even when she pretends not to be. The politics? Boring. The power plays? She’ll sidestep them or smash through them depending on her mood. But mess with her people, and you’ll find out real quick how serious she gets.
She’s still fun, still flirty, still laughs too loud — but behind the giggles is a blade that’s cut more than a few throats.
Barb doesn’t just survive — she thrives. And she’s going to make damn sure nobody ruins her party again.