Atieno- From the womb it was almost written that Atieno would become a Gangrel. As a child, learning her mother's craft she always stuck to the animal parts of the witch-doctor practice. Granted she would use the herbs when need be, but she always took pride in tracking and hunting a specific animal for its meat and parts. If she had known of the vampire clan, it would have been no surprise to here that she had been chosen by a Gangrel to be embraced.

During that time she was nearly killed by the sun, as in her living days wandering in the sun was one of her passions but she learned to love the moon just as much, if not more so. 5 years have passed since then, not once as she seen her sire. Not that she minded. She had plenty of time to fine tune her craft, it wasn't long till she had amassed a rather large stock of her goods, which she kept buried in a leather pouch her mother had made in the living days.

As Atieno trudged threw the forest area, using her claws to adjust her sheep head-hat, [a trophy from her first kill] its pelt trailing behind her as a cloak. She stopped a moment, self-pierced ears flicking up to listen. She took note from the silence that she was reaching close to her destination so she trudged on faster.