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Attribute Specialties:
Appearance: Alluring

Ability Specialties:
Art-(Songs), Expression (Soul Music), Performance (Lounge Singing), Academics (Music History),

Backgrounds:

Status (chaunter) 3 Memorandum 2 (Her fetters are in a museum in her haunt she had some fame before death) Haunt 2

Merits:

Enchanting Voice 2

Flaws:

Echoes 2 (Music plays at her memorandum in her haunt, people can hear it per+alert diff 6) Shadow Thorns 3

Keening 3 Soto Voice (initiate) Mood music (common) Siren's Song (Initiate) Phantasm 1 Sleep Sense (common) Embody 1 Whispers (Common) Pandemonium 3 Wierdness (C) Befuddlement (C) Strange Ether (C)

Look out for those that need protection (Protective) 3 Finding a place to belong (Lonliness) 2 Finding Soulmate (Love) 4 Be a positive influence on others (Shame) 1

20's Headband 3 Flappers headband 4 Gun Shells 3

Archetype: Director

Angst: 3 / 3

Honeyed Tongue 4 Spectre Prestige 1 Dark Allies 1 Mirror, Mirror 2 Shadow Call 2 Pact of Doom 3

Don't let them leave me (Dispair) 3 Encourage strife between groups (Vengance) 4

Physical Description:
Sophie has ebon hair that has wonderful curls and even sparkles a little in the shadowlands. She had blood red lipstick slightly browned in age. Her blush seems recent. She looks like a beautiful sight to behold but the mind fixates on it. When you turn away your stomach drops and it feels like a sight you just can't “Unsee”.

Personality:
Very outgoing person, she knew she had a gift. She is also a vehement Flirt. She likes to care for other people around her.

Backstory:
The Lament of Starr Hannah Bennett

Jacksonville, Florida – 1928 to Forever

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1. The Nightingale of Riverside

Before she was a ghost, she was a girl with a voice too big for her world.

Starr Hannah Bennett was born in 1903 in Jacksonville, Florida, under the heavy shade of Spanish moss and hard southern skies. Raised by a mother who cleaned rich people's houses and a radio that only played static, Starr learned early how to survive—and how to sing. Her voice was her power, her prayer, her weapon.

By seventeen, she was already making waves in the hidden clubs that dotted the city like bruises. By twenty-three, she ruled the room at The Brass Magnolia, a speakeasy nestled behind a boarded-up bakery in Riverside, where the real Jacksonville came alive after midnight.

Starr didn’t just sing jazz. She became it. Always barefoot. Always in her crimson silk dress. Her feathered headband tilted like a crown. Her hands wrapped around a chrome microphone that hummed when she touched it.

She sang of heartbreak and defiance, of men who left and women who didn’t. Her voice was velvet wrapped in smoke—beautiful and dangerous.

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2. Smoke Over the River

But 1928 was a violent year.

Jacksonville was split between two rival forces:

The Costellos, a Sicilian crime family bringing liquor through the port.

The Ramseys, a southern-born gang that had held the docks for years.

Everyone knew the war was coming. Deals were being made in whispers. Knives were out. And The Brass Magnolia sat right in the middle of it all.

Starr kept her head down. She didn’t sing for either side—she sang for herself. But the streets don’t forgive neutrality. And sometimes death isn’t personal—it’s just proximity.

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3. August 2nd, 1928

Her final performance was electric. Her last song—one she’d written herself—was called:

“Smoke Over the River”

Smoke over the river, the lights are all gone… I walked out alone, now I’m never going home…

She finished to thunderous applause, blew a kiss to the crowd, and left out the back, microphone still in hand. She always walked barefoot along the river. She said it helped her think.

That same night, under the Main Street Bridge, the Ramsey crew ambushed a Costello liquor drop. No one was supposed to be there. But Starr, as always, walked straight into the song’s final verse.

Gunfire cracked across the water.

Three shots hit her. One in the ribs. One through her shoulder. One in her heart.

She died instantly.

Her headband slipped into the river. Her microphone hit the pavement. The three spent shells rolled into the gutter.

No one claimed her body. The papers ran one line:

“Local lounge singer killed in gang crossfire.”

The city moved on.

But Starr didn’t.

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4. A Soul Bound by Song

They say some deaths are too loud to fade.

Starr’s spirit stayed behind, her grief and rage burning bright beneath the floorboards of The Brass Magnolia. Her soul became bound to three objects—the fetters that held her to the world of the living:

Her chrome microphone, which still hums with ghostly resonance.

Her feathered headband, found days later washed up on the riverbank, inexplicably clean and warm to the touch.

The three bullet casings that killed her—two recovered from the alley, one never found.

They weren’t buried. They weren’t hidden.

They were put on display.

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5. The Museum of Echoes

In the 1970s, The Brass Magnolia was rediscovered and restored. It’s now the Jacksonville Jazz Heritage Museum—a shrine to the city’s musical past. Tourists wander its halls, gazing into glass cases that once held gin and danger. In the back, preserved like a diorama, is the old lounge stage.

And at the heart of the exhibit is Starr Hannah Bennett.

Her microphone, resting in a velvet-lined case. Her headband, mounted under soft lighting. The shell casings, displayed beside a small, solemn plaque:

“Artifacts recovered from the 1928 crossfire that tragically ended the life of local jazz singer Starr Bennett. Her story lives on through song.”

Visitors pause. They read. They nod.

But some notice strange things in her section.

The air is colder there. The lights sometimes flicker when no one’s near. And faint, inexplicable jazz music plays in the background—soft, sultry, not connected to any speaker in the building.

It’s a tune no one can place.

Some call it beautiful. Others say it’s unbearably sad. A few report hearing lyrics, barely audible over the instruments.

“Smoke over the river…

You never made it home…”

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6. The Red Wraith of Riverside

They say Starr still walks the museum at night.

Security guards hear heels clicking on wood floors. Staff find fresh red rose petals on the stage, though no flowers are allowed. Cameras sometimes catch a flash of red silk in the corner of a frame. And every year, on August 2nd, all the lights in the museum dim at 3:03 a.m.—the exact minute of her death.

Some brave fools try to steal her artifacts, claiming it’ll break the curse.

But they never make it far.

The rumor is one man tried to smuggle the microphone. He collapsed just outside the museum doors, choking on river water that wasn't there. (People talk she can’t harm a soul)

Another touched the bullet casings with bare hands. He then felt blood on his bare hands from her very murder. It scared him so bad he fled.

They say if you mock her, if you treat her story like theater, she might appear. Not in anger. Not to scream. But to sing.

A sorrowful jazz melody, slow and haunting, wraps around your ears.

And once you hear her voice… You're part of the audience.

Forever.

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7. Her Final Encore

Starr’s legend lives on not just in whispers and ghost stories, but in preservation. She is a wraith honored and trapped all at once—immortalized in glass, studied and admired by strangers who will never understand the pain behind the notes.

Some say she stays because her story is unfinished. Others believe she sings to remind the city what it forgot. A few claim she’ll only rest if her song—“Smoke Over the River”—is played in full, on her original stage, with all three fetters reunited at midnight.

But no one’s had the courage.

And Starr?

She’s still waiting.

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Epilogue: Listen Closely

If you ever visit the Jacksonville Jazz Heritage Museum, stand for a while near the back room, where the stage sits under soft lighting. Listen.

You might hear a hum. A note. A whisper of melody that doesn’t belong to any tour.

And if the microphone crackles, if you catch the scent of jasmine and smoke, if you hear someone singing just behind you…

Don’t turn around. Don’t speak. And never interrupt her encore.

Because Starr Hannah Bennett is still on stage.

And she’s not done singing.

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🎙️ “Smoke over the river… The lights are all gone… I walked out alone… Now I’m never going home.”

Freebies:
15+5flaws 20 -4 abilities 15 Pandemonium 3 1 Pathos +2

Notes:
Echoes is from wraith players guide not in any Wraith 20th books.

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Sophie has ebon hair that has wonderful curls and even sparkles a little in the shadowlands. She had blood red lipstick slightly browned in age. Her blush seems recent. She looks like a beautiful sight to behold but the mind fixates on it. When you turn away your stomach drops and it feels like a sight you just can't “Unsee”.

Very outgoing person, she knew she had a gift. She is also a vehement Flirt. She likes to care for other people around her.

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