Chronoseptic Warning: You have entered into a lorespace from an alternate timeline, remaining here for too long threatens the multiverse. Chronepsis advises you to stay alert for any potential paradoxes that may occur, and to be aware that things here may not be what they seem in the Quelmar you usually know.
| Languages | English, Qussian |
|---|---|
| Affiliations | Clearbrook Werewof Pack (Name TBD), Brujah Clan |
| Date of Birth | September 7, 1899 |
| Place of Birth | Moscow, Qussia |
| Date of Death | November 2, 1916 |
| Place of Death | Moscow, Qussia |
| Gender | She/Her |
“The moonlight died. It was a hard truth to know
you weren’t a lie.”
Tatiana Baladin (Tati) is a physically rather young vampire that was Embraced during the Qrussian Qevolution. She is currently living with a pack of Werewolves in the town of Clearbrook. She is a player character in the Chains of Rage campaign.
Physical Appearance
Tati is pretty tiny for humans and human adjacent supernatural creatures. She's a little under 5 feet tall and is rather skinny and lithe. Being a vampire grants her a certain unworldly beauty, but it's easy to tell she was very pretty before being Embraced. Tati is very pale, even for a vampire, She has very large eyes, that are now an unnaturally bright red. Her hair is also red, cut into a shoulder length bob that has a very slight wave to it. Tati, being from the early 1900's, has a rather eccentric fashion taste. After experimenting with a few things, she started gravitating towards preppy and lolita fashion. It is very rare to see her not in flouncy, frilly, and lacy dresses.
Personality
Tatiana is well-known for her bubbly, optimistic personality. Despite being out of place and out of time, she has taken it mostly in stride. She sometimes has trouble with modern notions such as slang and technology. It is very rare for her not to be smiling. She is very naive and trusting of others, which can get her into alot of trouble. It is very, very hard for her to lie. However, this brightness overall makes it very easy to like and trust Tati. She is very charismatic and thrives in social situations and political negotiations. Due to her history, she is VERY conscientious of the Masquerade and vampiric laws. Sometimes, however, she does battle with the weight of her past. She can be a bit old fashioned and stubborn regarding social norms, particularly around courtship protocols with her Companion.
Powers and Abilities
Tati is a self proclaimed 'Bad Brujah.' She lacks many of the physical strengths and skills the often aggressive and fighting focused other's of her Clan have. Instead, being a member of Old Qussian Nobility, and her naturally charismatic nature, Tati is exceptionally gifted in the social magics. She has an extremely easy time with the Prescence, Celerity, and Dominate disciplines. Her girlfriend and promised one, Cathy, has also been helping her to train in auspex as well. Tatianna has a particularly charming voice, a dread full of gaze, and has the ability to get anyone in the room to do what she wants.
The Story of Tatina, the Girl Forgotten by History, or the Bloody Lady from The Story of Ash
This Story is True. Or, at the very least, true to those who remember.
The Girl was born in a cold November night in the old country. She was the final gift to a family of wealth and society. The Girl was a doll, a thing to mold and dress, to be directed and influenced. That was the way, back then. Her brothers, much older than she, grew to be knights and kings, politicians and soldiers. Their role was to lead and provide. Her Duty was to be loved.
The Girl had a sharp mind, much too inquisitive for other dolls. She would listen and ask questions. She would wander the gardens and hear the stories that the flowers told her. Things that pretty girls did not have to worry about, of political upset and strife. She would dance in the halls and dance in the balls and dance with whomever she was told to be social with. But she did not want to be a plaything nor did she want a plaything of her own. The Girl was too smart for that. She saw how the masters and mages played house, to arrange the pieces to their liking. She did not want to be placed into someone else's dollhouse. She wanted to place herself.
The Girl grew older into a proper young lady. And was still her family's doll. She knew her time on the shelf was running out, and soon she would be given to someone else to play play with. She could not have imagined who's doll she would become.
The night the Girl died started like any other. She was being dressed up, in a gown of midnight velvet and the roses that whispered secrets to her. Then there was a knock at the door. The Girl's mother went to check with the servents to greet their guest. She was a doll once too. She knew how to play in the dollhouses. The Girl's mother did not return up to her. Instead, a man with a calm voice came to her room. This was not a soldier or a general or a dictator. It was the voice of a monk, it was the voice of a mage, it was the voice of a romantic. He walked up to the Girl and wiped her tears away and murmured to her gently. ""Иди теперь, моё дитя. Границы этой жизни больше не существуют. У тебя есть новая цель, новая роль. Новая обязанность.
Срушь аристократию. Распространи свои желания реками крови. Затопи дома и перестрой их.
Заботься о своей новой семье, Татьяна. Это твоя цель теперь."
The Girl screamed. The Doll shattered. And the Lady of Blood was born.
The Girl does not remember much. The was a different kind of plaything now. She was a pawn on a chessboard, an unassuming pice used to lure the nobles and the knights and the kings and the queens into traps until she can strike. The white and black squares became steeped in red. Time had no meaning to a pawn. A month had meaning to a father and to brothers. The pawn was lured into a trap of her own and was captured. She was put away back into a box. And there she rested.
The Girl's box was watched. The Girl's story was remembered.
The sands of time started blowing. And the box was buried. And the Girl was forgotten.
Days merge and years past and clocks turn and yet the Girl continued to rest in her forgotten box. It was packed away with other things from her time and a different story was told. Of a different girl and a wizard and magic weapons. Some young ladies are more important to history. Some stories are more desirable to read. And so our Girl continued to sleep and was continued to be forgotten.
A scholar comes, and acquires artifacts from the Girl's time. Including her box. A guard is told not to touch. He does not listen. Instead of a doll, he finds the Lady of Blood. She was very angry and very hungry. She eats too much at the feast, and is brought before the Prince. The Prince feels sorry for our Lady of Blood, but cannot allow her to become a girl again. So she becomes a doll once more. To be placed and played with. The perfect smile, the perfect performance. Sit on a shelf and watch and listen. Instead of the flower petals and thorns, it is the moonlight and the shadows and the fangs that whisper to her. She is passed from person to person, becoming different playthings, different dollhouses, different stories that she plays a role in. The Story of Learning, the Story of Ash, the Story of Broken Mirrors, the Story of Wolves. The Story of Love.
Everyone else's story but her own. For her story is the one forgotten to Time.