A 42 year old hematologist with Navajo roots, a modern mentality, and a kind heart.


Virtue: Hope
Vice: Envy
Profession: Hemetologist
Compact/ Conspiracy: The Silver Cross (Curious faction) (Status 2)

Health: 7
Willpower: 5
Morality: 7
Size: 5
Speed: 9
Defense: 2
Initiative Mod: 5


Intel 3 | Wits 3 | Resolve 2
Strength 2 | Dex 2 | Stamina 2
Presence 2 | Manipulation 2 | Composure 3


Academics 1 | Investigation 2 | Medicine (Hemetology) 5 | Occult 1 | Science 1
Athletics 2 | Firearms 2
Animal Ken 1 | Empathy 2 (Bedside Manner) | Persuasion 2 | Socialize 2

  • Language (Navajo) 2
  • Resources 3 ($2000/mo)
  • Contacts (Native American or Medical) 1
  • Silver Cross Status 2

Embarrassing Secret

  • Doctor 3
  • Smith & Wesson Bodyguard .38 | Damage 2 | Range 20/40/80 | Capacity 5 | Strength 1 | Size 1/(Concealable in Shirt) | Cost ••

I grew up in the traditional way. My grandmother was my teacher, and the earth was my classroom. I learned to pay attention when the world around me changed. I ran barefoot through the desert, and rolled naked in the snow. I did these things because my ancestors had done these things, so that I would learn what it was to face life’s pains with determination. I learned to weave, and I learned the stories of my people.

My mother married a white man. He gave her twin girls, myself and my sister Emma. He was an incredible father, but he did not live the way my grandmother did. My mother saw the future in him. She believed that her life had been too simple, and lamented not being given the opportunities my father espoused on. Against the urgings of my grandmother, my sister and I were enrolled in public school in the third grade.

We both loved school. At our mother’s behest, we did all that we could to learn well. Emma did especially well, excelling most in the sciences. I adored my sister, who was older by a few minutes, and tried to follow suit. But I never progressed as well as she did. My mother would say, “Ruth, look at your sister. Why does she do so well when you do so poorly? Do you not want to escape a life of weaving?” She loved us both, but I always felt that I had failed her somehow. I worked very hard, and my grades slowly improved.

Emma and I both entered medical school. Right up until the end I new she would be a great doctor, far better than me. Then one day, she got sick. Within hours she was gone. The autopsy showed that she’d died of Exsanguination: she bled to death, although there was no blood in her bed, and in fact she looked quite peaceful. Her case was closed as unexplained, and I was left to grieve my sister without any knowledge of why she had died.

So I started searching. At first, it seemed fruitless. But slowly, I found evidence of similar cases all across the country. Nobody seemed to know what had happened to the victims, and their cases were silently put away. My search attracted the interest of the Silver Cross, and they gave me the resources I needed. In exchange for working in a clinic that treated the many wounds of hunters, I was given access to research around vampires, whom I learned were responsible for my sister’s death. I am forever searching for more information, trying to find a way to bring her killers to justice.


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