Tegan Salgado
Overview
Overview
On the nights where her mind is intact, Tegan prefers to stay under the radar and avoid making ripples in her new unlife. She leads a quiet and curious life, often swayed by the whims of her inner workings. On the surface she can come off as simple, and at worst, completely helpless.
On other nights, Tegan is Annie. A young, college-aged human set on living her life for one more beautiful evening.
On other nights, Tegan is Annie. A young, college-aged human set on living her life for one more beautiful evening.
Basics
Basics
Name
Tegan Salgado
Player
moonstrewn
Chronicle
Baltimore After Dark
Nature
Enigma
Demeanor
Child
Concept
Survivor's Guilt
Clan
Malkavian
Generation
10th
Sire
Meredith Coffey
Attributes
Attributes
Physical
p
Strength
11000
Dexterity
11100
Stamina
11000
Social
s
Charisma
11100
Manipulation
11100
Appearance
11100
Mental
t
Perception
Insightful
11110
Intelligence
11100
Wits
11100
Abilities
Abilities
Talents
p
Alertness
11100
Athletics
10000
Awareness
11000
Brawl
10000
Empathy
11000
Expression
10000
Intimidation
00000
Leadership
00000
Streetwise
10000
Subterfuge
11000
00000
Skills
s
Animal Ken
00000
Crafts
00000
Drive
10000
Etiquette
00000
Firearms
00000
Larceny
10000
Melee
00000
Performance
00000
Stealth
11000
Survival
10000
00000
Knowledge
t
Academics
10000
Computers
11000
Finance
00000
Investigation
11100
Law
10000
Medicine
00000
Occult
11000
Politics
00000
Science
10000
Technology
10000
00000
Advantages
Advantages
Disciplines
Auspex *
10000
Dementation *
10000
Obfuscate *
10000
00000
00000
00000
Backgrounds
Generation
11100
Herd
10000
Retainer
10000
Mentor
10000
00000
00000
Virtues
Conscience
11110
Self-Control
11100
Courage
11100
Humanity/Path
11111 11000
Path
Bearing
Willpower
11110 00000
00000 00000
Blood Pool
11111 11111
11100 00000
Blood/Turn
1
Merits & Flaws
Merits & Flaws
Merit
Type
Cost
Eat Food
Physical
1
Harmless
Social
1
Blush of Health
Physical
2
Sanctity
Social
2
Deceptive Aura
Supernatural
1
Flaw
Type
Bonus
Deep Sleeper
Mental
1
Weak-Willed
Mental
3
Masquerade Breaker
Social
2
New Kid
Social
1
Rituals & Paths
Rituals & Paths
Ritual
Level
Path
00000
00000
00000
00000
00000
00000
00000
00000
Experience & Derangements
Experience
Total
20
Spent
0
Notes
22/22 Freebies Spent
-1, Willpower 4
-5, Dex 3
-5, Manipulation 3
-7, Merits
-2, Law 1
-2, Investigation 3
-1, Willpower 4
-5, Dex 3
-5, Manipulation 3
-7, Merits
-2, Law 1
-2, Investigation 3
Derangements
Multiple Personalities
Expanded Backgrounds
Expanded Backgrounds
Allies
Contacts
Fame
Herd
Some nerdy college boys.
Influence
Mentor
TBD
Resources
Retainers
TBD
Status
Other
Rights & Possessions
Rights & Possessions
Gear (Carried)
Feeding Grounds
Havens
Equipment (Owned)
Vehicles
None.
Other
Blood Bonds/Vinculi
Blood Bonds/Vinculi
Bound To
Rating
Bound To
Rating
Description
Description
History
History
Tegan was born and raised in a small town in Illinois by a single mother. Her father had been an older man with an existing family, and he had no interest in getting to know the product of his affair. Her mother later re-married and had another child, Tegan’s little sister, and they lived a comfortable life in the suburbs.
Often overlooked by her peers for her strange features, she was a quiet and studious creature. She found herself envying the lives of other girls her age. She wanted to be like them: confident, happy, beautiful and full of life.
It wasn't until she met a girl named Annie in college that Tegan felt like she was finally living her own story. Annie was like the girls from her hometown, except she saw Tegan. They became fast friends, inseparable as they took on their new lives together as young adults. Tegan was learning she could be herself and everything she wanted, too.
It was one evening that Annie never returned to their dorm from a party that changed Tegan's life forever. A heavy thumping on the door woke Tegan from her sleep; she opened the door two the sight of two officers.
Annie had been found dead at dawn. Murdered. Someone had laid her down outside of a hospital, closed her eyes, covered her with a blanket, and tucked a battered stuffed toy under her arm. Her throat had been torn asunder and her body was drained completely of blood.
It was a sick display of savagery and love.
After intense questioning and searching, there were still no leads as to who killed Annie. Her face was everywhere: on the television, the computer, in the newspaper, on posters around campus– there was nowhere Tegan could go that Annie wasn’t.
Least of all in her mind.
The only way to quell her guilt was to act. She looked into everyone Annie knew, everyone at the party that evening, every person that could have possibly been connected to her. Every lead led to a dead end.
Eventually, Tegan found herself at the warehouse the party had been at. It was void of light and life. Bottles, cans and red cups littered the ground. There was nothing left behind that the cops hadn’t combed over, she knew, but if she followed Annie’s steps, she had to find something. Anything. She walked the same path as Annie would have, imagining herself in Annie’s place that night: party-weary, hot from dancing, the taste of beer on her tongue. The night was alive with potential rather than danger.
A weight slammed onto Tegan, taking her down onto the concrete. She heard screaming, shrieking, and she realized it was coming from her own lungs. Her head was yanked back, and her world bloomed with a pleasure unparalleled. And then darkness.
When Tegan woke in the darkness, hidden safely beneath a stairway, she was covered with a blanket and had a tattered toy resting in the space between her arm and torso. A stuffed doll, long since loved and forgotten by some child. Both it and the blanket were sticky with blood, as were her skin and clothes. But when she felt her throat, there was no wound. Just cold flesh.
“You lived,” a voice whispered, thin and soft. If Tegan’s heart had been beating, it may have stopped at that moment.
“I didn’t think you would. The others didn’t.”
Tegan’s eyes scanned the darkness as the voice continued, her weak limbs moving over the concrete floor to drag herself out from under the stairs.
It was then that she spotted the pale vision in the dark. A spindly woman with dark hair left in unclean clumps. She looked more ghost than human, and Tegan would learn why in time.
“My daughter.”