From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

Mine. All mine, now, you.
Lasha Perille
Player: @ Conquerer Worm
Origin:	Natural
Archetype:	Stalker
Threat Level:	'
Personal Data
Real Name:	Lasha Perille
Known Aliases:	'
Species:	Vampire
Age:	ca. 35 (33 at time of 'death')
Height:	5'7"
Weight:	133#
Eye Color:	red
Hair Color:	red
Biographical Data
Nationality:	'
Occupation:	Former stripper, bike gang leader, drug runner
Place of Birth:	Lousiana, USA
Base of Operations:	Club Devil's Night (?)
Marital Status:	'
Known Relatives:	'
Known Powers
Enhanced speed and strength, ridiculously fast healing, and high resitance to damage of all sorts.
Known Abilities
Stealth
Equipment
Just her iron- hard skin, razor sharp fangs, and dangerous claws. Oh, and a real trampy wardrobe.
Weaknesses: Immediately recognizable as abnormal; some weakness to bright light; relies on blood for sustenance and healing; an apparent complete disregard for forethought, planning, or common sense.

Brief Biography:

Perrille was already known around Lafourche Parish, LA, as a bad apple. Outlaw biker, drug runner, and suspected murderer, she filled in her idle hours with 'dancing' at a biker bar off highway 135.

She wasn't happy to wake up dead, courtesy of an overnighter with a rogue vampire. She was even LESS happy to find her 'friend' dead as well, and an emissary from the local Court waiting for her when she awoke, to escort her to the Prince for judgement. Never one to be told what to do, especially by a man, Lasha feigned compliance, distracted the messenger, and then murdered him in a manner that is still the talk of the more superstitious parts of the backwoods South.

After a time of playing hide-and-seek with Court hunters (and killing a few of them- she was vicious BEFORE she turned; with her augmented abilities, she is hellish), she decided to head for the 'wide-open' Isles...

Personality:

By turns playful and predatory, Lasha is your friend exactly as long as you are amusing or servicable. Then she will turn her back on you- unless you are stupid enough to turn yours first.

Lasha is far from a criminal mastermind- in fact she's poorly educated, and not all THAT smart. She doesn't plan, she acts on whim, taking what she fancies, whoever or whatever it is. In real importance and influence in the Isles, she ranks pretty low. But in terms of sheer randomness and damage output, she's becoming something of a legend in underworld circles. She's really making being dead and crazy work for herself. And like all wild animals, her viciousness is backed by a dangerous cunning. She is extremely superstitious, however, like many rural folk from isolated areas, and tends to be extremely wary around the many magic users in the Isles, especially necromancers such as Shamballah

She is known to have slaughtered several Hellions leaders who annoyed her in some way or another, but the most heinous action to date was a bank robbery in Atlas Park. In order to steal a single piece of jewelry that caught her eye, she wiped out the entire staff of the bank, and left a trail of organic and inorganic damage behind her for blocks. A number of petty disappearances and acts of violence could likely be laid to her credit as well- if she cared enough to even remember them.

Associations:

For a time, Lasha was sharing living quarters with Slash Doll in an unused section of sewer tunnel under Oakes. More recently, she's made some much more dangerous acquaintences. Amused, maybe even attracted, by Threshold's bizarre mix of heinously violent behavior and cold planning, she followed him after a casual meeting at Pocket D. For several weeks she stalked him, possibly completely unsuspected, before one day just walking in the front door of Club Devil's Night, a full-time party run by the shadowy Devil's Night Syndicate. Since then, she seems to spend most of her time in or around the dark, wide-open, all-hours fetish club.

Exactly what her role is there is a bit unclear. She's not on the payroll, but seems to be far more than a customer, or even a regular. She keeps the small contingent of blood-drinkers and nightwalkers who prowl the club in check through raw aggression, playing at being a Mistress, or vampire noble- all without the knowledge of the local Prince, of course, which may come back to bite her some time. Perhaps she's a sort of parasite, feeding off the desperate types drawn to the club for its mad mix of sex and drugs. Or a sort of perverse Court Jester.

Or a rabid hunting dog...