Working on an idea for a Malkavian. She's an unremarkable woman, a victim of her own complacency. She never had any dreams, and just went wherever the easiest path seemed to take her, never believing that she was capable of changing things. As she, she ended up with a mediocre job as an elementary school teacher, even though she doesn't like children. She never married. This state would have just continued until she died, but a man who claimed he talked to God entered her life. Or rather, destroyed her life. He kidnapped her, and forced her to be his accomplice in the arson of the school she taught at. After a wild night, during which they committed a total of 3 arsons (it would have been 4, but they were interrupted), he drank her blood, fed her his own and left her in the basement boiler room of a ruined factory in SoDo.
She woke up the next night, and she remembers being hungry. She also remembers wandering around, eventually finding herself near the stadiums. A Sounders game was letting out. Everyone was all decked out in that ugly green. She hated when sports games let out. It was crowded, loud, and people just assumed that you were a fan as well, so it was ok to jump all over you. In fact, that was the last thing she remembered. Some fan in bright green hooting, grabbing her shoulders and bouncing around.
She woke up, that same night, back in the boiler room. The fan who had rudely accosted her was lying dead in the corner, with part of his throat torn open. In her bloody hands was a receipt for a hot dog and soda from the stadium. Handwriting that she did not recognize scrawled across it, beautifully formed. It said "Good evening, love. Be more careful."
Since then, she has begun integrating as best she can into Kindred society, with periodic intervention from the mysterious note-writer. Sometimes, the notes just turn up. Other times, she blacks out and wakes to find a problem has been rapidly done away with (or sometimes made horribly worse), with a note left behind. She has decided, with no evidence on who the person is, that it must be female and at least seems to be a benefactor (for the moment). Still, she is worried about this person's motives. In a rare visit from her Sire, she asked him about the person. He merely smiled and refused to answer. She's fairly certain he knows who it is.