Welcome to the site of Teressa St. Claire. This character is for a RPG called Vampire the Masquerade. The information is fictional as are the tales that surrounds Teressa when they are added. These are my thoughts and should not be taken as a slight of any sort against any person. If you are not interested in White Wolf's Vampire the Masquerade, then this is not the place for you. - The player/creator of Teressa.

My name is Teressa St. Claire and this is a shrine to myself. The world in which you are about to embark upon may not be the world which you believe happens among the Roses. For many, its an honor to be selected by such a member. That means, one's art has grown to a point of recognition that must be kept and flourished. To watch it grow over the ages. This also means a Sire or Domitor who's very proud of what they are a part of.

But sometimes, that is not always the case. No one looks further to see what happens to those few who were never given the chance. Those few who found themselves caught in between a rivalry that has lasted as long as they themselves have lived. No one stopped and thought nor asked, what happened when a rivalry goes so far that the life of the one caught in the middle is extinguished?

I lost my sight when I was younger. A car crash that also too the life of my parents. Placed in a good home finally, I was taught how to read Braille. As I grew older, I learned to speak French and Italian, but also during this time, the other three senses I possessed also grew to compensate for the lack of sight. For most, one would be forever caught in a world of uncertainty, for me, I had loving parents who taught me how to express life and sight, with my hands through sculpting. I also earned a guardian during this time. One who saw to setting up a trust fund for me when things were becoming a testimont of love for my adoptive parents.

I have lived four years of my life as a creature now, a vampire. Embraced by Alexander MacCalister, a cold man who seemed to take pleasure in what he has done to me. An age old rivalry against another, he would tell me. An old rivalry that even he refuses to disclose with his own childe.

Released from my Sire, it was now time to move on, with the assistance of Mathew, who was now my retainer, I find myself venturing forth to Detroit, starting life anew.

E-Mail. E-Mail to Contact Teressa.

Detroit: The Final Nights. The Chat where Teressa resides. A nice new Chat to start out on an even footing.