Aiden Graham Overview Overview A spunky, attractive, and popular young blogger, Aiden is more capable and sinister than she lets on. Primed by an anonymous Nosferatu mentor to participate in Kindred society, this new Black Rose is ready to hit the ground running. Basics Basics Name Aiden Graham Player Val Chronicle Baltimore After Dark Nature Rogue Demeanor Eye of the Storm Concept Blood As Ink Clan Toreador Antitribu Generation 12th Sire Kelly Cole Attributes Attributes Physical p Strength 10000 Dexterity 11000 Stamina 11100 Social s Charisma 11100 Manipulation Investment 11110 Appearance 11100 Mental t Perception 11000 Intelligence 11100 Wits 11100 Abilities Abilities Talents p Alertness 11000 Athletics 00000 Awareness 10000 Brawl 00000 Empathy 10000 Expression Integral Opinion 11110 Intimidation 00000 Leadership 00000 Streetwise 00000 Subterfuge 11100 00000 Skills s Animal Ken 00000 Crafts 00000 Drive 10000 Etiquette 11000 Firearms 10000 Larceny 10000 Melee 00000 Performance Ballet 11000 Stealth 00000 Survival 00000 00000 Knowledge t Academics Creative Writing 11000 Computers 11000 Finance 11000 Investigation 11000 Law Cop's Daughter 11000 Medicine 00000 Occult 00000 Politics 11000 Science 10000 Technology 00000 00000 Advantages Advantages Disciplines Auspex 10000 Presence 10000 Celerity 10000 00000 00000 00000 Backgrounds Generation 10000 Contacts 11100 Fame 11100 Resources 11100 Mentor 11000 Allies 10000 Virtues Conscience 11000 Self-Control 11110 Courage 11110 Humanity/Path 11111 10000 Path Humanity Bearing Willpower 11111 11100 00000 00000 Blood Pool 11111 11111 10000 00000 Blood/Turn 1/p Turn Merits & Flaws Merits & Flaws Merit Type Cost Iron Will Mental 3 Sanctity (Free Merit) Social 2 Flaw Type Bonus Rival Sires Social 2 Phobia (Anthophobia) Mental 2 Dark Secret Social 1 Hard of Hearing Physical 1 Speech Impediment Mental 1 Rituals & Paths Rituals & Paths Ritual Level Path 00000 00000 00000 00000 00000 00000 00000 00000 Experience & Derangements Experience Total 26 (15 starting + 6 xp + 5 xp) Spent 0 Notes Freebies: 22-3 for Iron Will Merit-1 to raise Fame to 2-1 to raise Fame to 3-1 to raise Resources to 2-1 to raise Resources to 3-1 to raise Contacts to 2-1 to raise Contacts to 3-1 to raise Mentor to 2-2 to raise Expression to 4-2 to raise Drive to 1-2 to raise Firearms to 1-4 to raise Willpower to 8-2 to raise Awareness to 1 Derangements Expanded Backgrounds Expanded Backgrounds Allies Mortal father is a police officer. Contacts I have a few, but the only one I've decided on for now is a famous YouTuber who does video essays. Fame I have a popular blog that gives me influence and money. Herd Influence Mentor The Nosferatu who was prospecting me is still in contact. Resources I live with my parents, so I have the ability to save money. Retainers Status Other Her speech impediment comes in the form of selective mutism. When she is in a stressful or unfamiliar situation, she cannot bring herself to speak. Rights & Possessions Rights & Possessions Gear (Carried) Laptop bag: Laptop, notepad and pen, cosmetics, wallet Feeding Grounds Havens Equipment (Owned) Gun Vehicles Sedan Other Blood Bonds/Vinculi Blood Bonds/Vinculi Bound To Rating Bound To Rating Description Description Age 24 Apparent Age 24 D.O.B. 2000 R.I.P. 2024 Hair Scraggly, wavy, and bleach blonde Eyes Big brown doe eyes Race Half white half Afro-Puerto Rican Nationality American Height 5'4" Build Curvaceous (HUGE boobs) Gender Cis woman Face Claim Aiden has a stout, fat build with full curves and weak little arms and legs. Her skin is a mid-tone olive, though the color was a slightly sickly dull brown even before the Embrace. Her naturally dark, wavy hair has been chopped and bleached to shit, leaving it dry and scraggly. Most of the time she dresses for comfort. She has a sweet, fat face with large brown eyes framed by thick curled lashes. Her voice is raspy. She doesn't like to speak much, as it's difficult for her, but when she does, it's quiet. History History Sucking at talking and sucking at listening very quickly closed in around Aiden's life when she was little. She was a girl who found herself in the Internet, speaking her woes and her dreams into the pixel void, to get away from suburban banality and daddy's regular beatings of her and mommy. They didn't stop her when she smuggled cigarettes and booze into her bedroom as a teen, so long as she plugged the bottom of her door with a towel.It turned out she was good at making herself known through the written word, especially where speaking them failed. She dedicated time, energy, and even a bit of cash into her little collection of blogs, steadily building herself up to being a popular voice. When she went to school, she picked up skills in creative writing and investigative journalism, bringing these new abilities to raise her blogs to legitimacy.But then there was a day where she traveled alone out of suburbia. It was a beautiful, warm, green day, and there was a field of flowers she wanted to spend time in. She was a young adult at this time, just about to finish up school, and it felt like... it felt like for once, her future could be bright. But there was a point where the flowers gave way. She came to dirt, and then a pit, and then bodies. A pile of bodies with dented heads. The flowers tore and scratched at her as she sprinted through them to get away. She had to let people know this happened. To blog about it was a decision that was one part strategic, one part flailing madness, but it would ultimately be the decision that cost her her life. Someone found the draft of the post before she could publish it. She panicked and floundered as the draft was erased, programs were remotely installed, and someone began to talk to her. It was the most horrifying, fascinating thing, this world blossoming before her, this person who entered her life in order to threaten it. She wasn't allowed to talk about this, to tell a fucking soul, or else they'd come to her house and brutalize her until she died. But they liked her, they said. They liked her moxie. So she'd be getting a pass. From there, Aiden found her world dimming and warping. She found the thrill of this new contact, this half stalker half pen pal, to be alluring. They wouldn't explain to her what happened, but they'd drop her things: coordinates, links, pictures-- a fucking ARG was unfolding before her: a game just for her. Her parents didn't question her intense seclusion at this point, attributing it to depression after graduating and a lack of job prospects. But hey, they let her stick around without paying rent! She couldn't piece it together at the time, but she was being groomed by a Nosferatu. They liked her style, they liked her sick curiosity, and they wanted to get her into tip-top shape before bringing her onto the team. But then there was a night where she traveled alone again. She went alone, took the bus, didn't bring her phone. Her mind had degraded from all of the isolation, the obsession, the work demanded to keep her blogs together-- so vanilla activity wasn't gonna cut it. She wasn't a girl who would sit in bars or watch a show. She was feeling different, dangerous, and so she picked a spot to go get lit the fuck up. She pushed it. Several hundred dollars of alcohol, cocaine, some K, and a few hickeys later, and she was looking rough. Another woman there, an employee, must've thought she looked so pitiful. Another lost, drugged up beauty that's been ruined by the world. When Aiden woke up again, she was cold, but she wasn't alone. The woman was with her. And it was all about to start making sense.