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. 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 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 Age Twenty Apparent Age Late teens / Early twenties D.O.B. February 5 R.I.P. 2022 Hair Blonde Eyes Brown Race White Nationality American Height 5'6" Build Slim Gender Female Face Claim Anya Taylor-Joy 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.”