T.I.N.K.

"The world needs anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough."

-Bede Jarrett, The House of Gold-

In the nights before the dawning of man the gods looked down on the earth and longed for one more creature. They thought, discussed and, ultimately, fought over what it should be. A leader, they agreed. Something to rule over the other animals. Something they could easily control and manipulate in their own little games. So the gods created the human race. They watched this creature they had made and grew disgusted. The creature was weak, for all it's mental gifts. Even the genius they were so sure they had created was lacking. Humans were flawed. Their minds could not grasp all that the gods wished them to understand. Did this mean that the gods, too, were flawed? This could not be. So, in their disgust and frustration, the gods created another creature from the humans themselves. This creature was destined to prey upon the human race. It was intended to cull the great herds of humanity. So the world saw the first Vampires. They sprang from the supposedly shunned line of Caine who slew his brother, not, as they would have you believe, in jealousy but as he was commanded by his gods. So, too, did "Tink" rise from the ashes of Humanity. A glorious phoenix of Kindred kind, beautiful in her rage and deadly skill.

Born Jenna Sebastian, a daughter of middle class suburbia. She was tracked for military service shortly after starting highschool. She was called anti-social by teachers and counselors. If only they had known the full extent of her thoughts and feelings... they would have coward before her. At 18 she entered the Marine Corps. There she became a sharp shooter and was recognized for her immense skill. At 25 she was granted an honorable discharge and joined the police force. Again she was tracked and quickly rose to the ranks of S.W.A.T.

Her amazing skill caught the attention of not one ... not even two ... but three Kindred. What was the deal breaker? Why did the Brujah win out? Who knows. Whatever the case, the other two backed off and the man known as Rip became Jenna's sire. It was Rip who first called her Tink. No one ever asked why and it's not likely she would bother explaining. Tink didn't stay with Rip long. She never did like being around anyone who became too familiar.

Maybe five years after being embraced, Tink started doing clean up work. It didn't matter who or why, as long as the money was right. Up close ... long distance. Whatever the contract wanted. Nothing seemed to make any difference to Tink. A few times she even did a capture run and brought someone in ... more or less alive. She began to build a reputation. She was an up and comer. A go to catspaw type. Someone who'd clean up your mess and not ask questions. Some whispered that she was a monster, pure beast. Others said she was a favorite of Caine himself. No one knew how old she really was or even what clan had claimed her. The Assamites wouldn't admit that she wasn't one of theirs ... and who would believe that one of the Rabble could be so damn effective?

As she roamed the rumors grew. She never spoke of any of them and, so, never denied or affirmed any which only lead to more whispered tales. Some claimed they'd seen her kill an elder while others scoffed and said she was really a ghoul and that's why she was so effective ... after all, a ghoul had all day to track down it's sleeping prey. When it got out that Tink had no reflection another round of fear fueled rumors sprang up marking her as a Lasombra ... and then as a Sabbat Bishop. It all amused her but, still, she made no move to correct any of the rumors. In many cases the legend kept her safe, who would dare try to kill her for her permanent fangs if they thought she might, herself, be an elder? It all served her very well. Kindred kept as far from her as Mortals did unless they were offering her a job.

Over time, however, even Tink grew tired of wandering and being completely alone. A craving grew in her ... a need to be among her own kind. Well, to settle in one city at least. And with that desire came the need to correct a few rumors ... so she went in search of new prey. A city. There she would recite her lineage and account for all her actual sins while dispelling the more serious rumors that might hinder her life as a settled Kindred. Caine help anyone who got in her way.

"One should not lose one's temper unless one is certain of getting more and more angry to the end."

-William Butler Yeats, W. B. Yeats Memoirs-