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Sister Sraosha


"Obscurum per obscurius, ignotum per ignotius!"

Constance (Connie) 'Sister Sraosha' Osti'

Appears: 20ish
Nationality: mutt
Title 'Sister'
Occupation: Runs Hands of Hope Mission
Height: 5 something
Sect: Camarilla


Dates are by OOC posting. Newest first.

The Habit
The Color of Connie's eyes




“He who sows the ground with care and diligence acquires a greater stock of religious merit than he could gain by the repetition of ten thousand prayers” - Zoroaster

“Be good, be kind, be humane, and charitable; love your fellows; console the afflicted; pardon those who have done you wrong.” - Zoroaster

Faith is a living and unshakable confidence. a belief in God so assured that a man would die a thousand deaths for its sake. - Martin Luther

I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong. - John Lennon

How do you do it? By embracing my complexity by not just living in one part of myself by being a witch and a seer and a woman. And no matter what is going on, not ignoring my basic need for beauty and joy... And love. You can't ignore a part of yourself and be happy. - The Originals


Hildegard Von Bingen - Vision

New order - True Faith

Under the Gun - Sisters of Mercy

Lullaby - Loreena McKennett

Running Up That Hill - Placebo

Midnight City - M83

Tim Capello - I Still Believe

The Contrarian - A Perfect Circle

Halo - Ane Brun

Everything - VnV Nation



  • Humans:

How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't!

  • The Church:

If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time. I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendour, soon or late,
Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge one day.
You understand me? I have said enough?

  • Vampires:

At times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages' way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out -- not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again...

  • Camarilla:

For men begin to pass their natures bound,
find new hopes and cares which fast supplant
Their proper joys and griefs; they grow too great
For narrow creeds of right and wrong which fade
Before the unmeasured thirst for good.

  • Sabbat:

Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,--
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
  • Independants:

Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man:

  • Other:

And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. But come;
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
How strange or odd soe'er I bear myself,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on,
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumber'd thus, or this headshake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As 'Well, well, we know,' or 'We could, an if we would,'
Or 'If we list to speak,' or 'There be, an if they might,'
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
That you know aught of me: this not to do,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you, Swear.

Charity Medical, Education, Food, a little money..
Mission She runs the Hands of Hope Mission Downtown.

Father Francis
My rock when I am alone.
My healer. My Guardian.