Still on the search for a picture.  Here's what I'm looking at right now.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/2526/3954818922b6d4062f68.jpg)</div>Name: Tia Neven<br/>Age: 27<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Role: Sniper/Overwatch<br/>First experience with the supernatural?: Seduced and fed on by a vampire, woke up in the hospital<br/>Personality: Shy, placid and unassertive outside of a mission.  Focused and methodical during a mission.<br/>Likes: Classical music, relaxation, massages, aromatic candles, peace and quiet<br/>Dislikes: Being pressured into doing things she doesn't want to do, cruelty<br/>Kinks: Nurses, Having her blood drunk by vampires (something even she doesn't realize about herself), Emotion control<br/>Limits: Bodily waste, bestiality, dismemberment/lobotomization (memory erasure is fine)<br/>Bio:<br/><br/>"I never asked for this."  It's such a simple thing to say, a plea to the universe that nothing makes any sense, that you want so much for your life, that your dreams and desires can no longer be fulfilled.  Eventually, it just has to be accepted that such a sentence is inherently meaningless.  If you have to say it, it's already too late.  Still, that doesn't make it hurt any less.<br/><br/>Tia still had a normal life when she was sixteen years old.  Her friends, or at least, the people that she used to call friends before she really knew what the word meant, had helped sneak her into a bar along with the rest of the group.  She didn't like drinking, but high school was rough if you didn't have people who would stick up for you when the insults started flying.  Why did life have to seem so difficult even then, when she didn't even begin to understand complexity?<br/><br/>It was his eyes that she recognized first, soft and deepest blue, watching her from across the bar.  From the moment his cerulean pools met hers, she couldn't look at anything else.  He just had a way of smiling, of accepting her for who she was, making her feel like she was worth something.  More than anything else, as she remembers the details of that terrible night, that's what she still hates him for.  She has to hate him; she refuses to let herself feel anything else for him.<br/><br/>The exact details of the night are hazy beyond their gentle chatter, but she faintly remembers the feel of falling, the ecstasy of slipping away in his arms as he held her so close, sipping at her neck.  It frightens her now how close she came to death, but she woke up in the hospital, with the one who would be her teacher waiting for her.<br/><br/>It's been about a decade since then; she doesn't really remember the full length.  They've trained her since then, and every night she works to stop anyone else from going through the torment that she's gone through.  It still feels sometimes as though her entire life has been stolen from her.  Maybe someday, when it's all over, she can try to put some sort of a life together, but until then, she can't truly relax without the fear that someone else will may the price for her respite.<br/><br/>Character Sheet: (Either write it down or get it from here  http://sheetgen.dalines.net/wiki/WikiStart (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/wiki/WikiStart) )<br/><br/>Virtue: Justice<br/>Vice: Lust<br/><br/>Intelligence: 3<br/>Wits: 3<br/>Resolve: 2<br/>Strength: 2<br/>Dexterity: 3<br/>Stamina: 2<br/>Presence: 2<br/>Manipulation: 1<br/>Composure: 3<br/><br/>Academics: 1 (Research)<br/>Computer: 1<br/>Investigation: 2<br/>Occult: 3 (Monsters)<br/><br/>Athletics: 2<br/>Drive: 1<br/>Firearms: 4 (Sniper Rifles)<br/>Stealth: 3<br/>Survival: 1<br/><br/>Empathy: 3<br/>Persuasion: 1<br/><br/>Health: 7<br/>Willpower: 5<br/>Defense: 3<br/>Initiative: 6<br/>Speed: 10<br/><br/>Mentor: 2<br/>Resources: 4<br/>Status: 1