((Hello all - and Fallen Muse, thank you for the chance! I have to admit though, I've never played this game before, so most anything and everything in here could be seriously jacked up, inappropriate or wrong - pick your adjective! It's compiled from what I could glean from the Wiki. So I'll gladly take any criticisms and corrections, and I do have one question - how impossible is it for a childe to kill a Sire, or at least seriously maim? ))

[b]Location:[/b] Anywhere along the major East Coast metropolitan areas, traveling between homes in Washington D.C., New York City and Boston

[b]Name:[/b] Brigid Teague

[b]Generation:[/b] 9th Generation 

[b]Clan:[/b] Toreador [i]antitribu[/i]

[b]Disciplines:[/b] Auspex, Celerity, Presence

[b]Personality:[/b] Charming and perverse in turns, charismatic, alluring and invariably cruel, Brigid – like her Toreador clansmen – is absolutely obsessive in her endless pursuit of perfect, matchless beauty. But of course the main difference for Brigid is that over the past two centuries, her idea of matchless beauty has grown a touch… [i]Dark[/i]. She is vain to a fault, and cannot tolerate rejection in any way, shape or form. Those who do make this mistake, will earn her eternal enmity. Brigid is highly intelligent, eminently sane, and so very, [i]very[/i] patient. She is no fool, and will not lash out indiscriminately. Instead, Brigid will bide her time, and wait for that perfect, opportune moment to take her vengeance, in the cruelest, most cold-blooded manner possible. Her designs are unfailingly intended to inflict the worst imaginable anguish and agony to her target, ripping away whatever or whoever is most dear. And [i]everyone[/i] has something beloved, held close and cherished: some aspect, some person, some great love or ability without which life – or unlife – becomes an endless grey Hell on Earth. 

If nothing else, Brigid demands undying perfection at her art, even from herself.

[b]Biography:[/b] Mortal Brigid was born in New York City in 1802, to a wealthy shipping magnate - one of the first families to make 5th Avenue the magnet for the fabulously rich that it would eventually become. An only child, Brigid learned early and well, that the entirety of this world revolved around her every last whim. And while she was spoilt as befitted her family’s wealth, she discovered early that she truly was a naturally gifted dancer.

With all her indomitable will, Brigid devoted her every waking moment to ballet. No expense was ever spared to indulge her insatiable appetite for perfection in form and grace. An entire wing of their expansive home was devoted to her art, where Italian and Russian tutors would stay for as long as Brigid saw fit, to bleed from them all she felt was needful from their tutelage. Natural ability became meticulously-trained sublimity.

For all her insufferable arrogance, Brigid truly did become one of the most renowned ballet dancers of her time, celebrated from the nascent dance theatres of America, throughout European continent to Russia. And it was this spectacular success that first attracted her Toreador Sire. He was beautiful, perhaps even as beautiful as she, and she basked in his seemingly endless devotion to her. And when he made that fateful offer, Brigid was willing – more than willing – to toss aside her mortal life for the promise of what his Embrace could give her: a preternatural dance ability far greater than any a mere mortal would ever know, and all of eternity to reach the pinnacle of her craft.

But all grand things must come to an end, whether even Brigid Teague would see it so. Like so many Toreador, her Sire was insatiable in his eternal search for that one perfect moment and, eventually, even Brigid became passe to her Sire’s jaded palette. And while she was still far too young to understand all she needed of the vampiric life, he abandoned her to her own devices without so much as a proper [i]adieu.[/i]

It was the perceived rejection by her Sire that first set her on the [i]antitribu[/i] path, her quiet, seething and eternal rage over his seeming betrayal encompassing the repudiation of every last thing he ever held dear, to include the Camarilla. 

Like many of the Toreador though, Brigid maintains a close contact with humanity, which for her is a boon for blood and business alike. She runs three separate highly exclusive BDSM brothels: one in D.C., one in NYC and another in Boston. These serve as both sources of information and blackmail; and an outlet for her ever growing, evergreen sadism. 

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