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LOOKS

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Height and Weight: Although she passed up five feet around the age of twelve, it seems that Sallie's growth slowed considerably after that, leaving her at a whopping five foot four in her adult life. While this is a perfectly respectable height for a woman, she felt it left her at something of a disadvantage in her former profession. She also weighs about a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, again a disadvantage in a career dominated almost entirely by men.

Body Type and Health: While the last year or so of her life has not been the most physically active one Sallie has ever experienced, years of physical training and exertion have left her in excellent physical condition—at least for given values thereof. As far as her health is concerned, she supposes that, being dead and all, she probably couldn't pass a proper physical examination, but considering it's unlikely that she'll have a massive coronary or slip a disk anytime in the near future, she's feeling pretty good about her body.

Since high school, Sallie has always been something of a small, frail looking young woman—not so small or frail looking as to effect any silly notions of fae heritage or anything like that, but small enough that, like most women, several of the men in her life thought it was a safe bet to try to take advantage of her lack of size. However, now as ever (perhaps especially now, with the introduction of her vampiric condition), what Sallie lacks physical size she makes up for in knowing exactly where and how to land a wallop and knock the wind out of someone.

Her shoulders are square, though sharply so, and her body has always been on the lean side (to the point that although she's not as flat chested as she was in high school, she requires a certain measure of “assistance” to feel like a proper woman from time to time). With a long neck and long fingers, both of which could be considered spindly, she might have been pegged for corpselike long before she was turned.

Hair and eyes: Large and bulging, Sallie's heavily lidded eyes tell the tale of a women who might have discovered serious thyroid problems down the road, had she remained human long enough to do so. When she thinks to do so, she lines them lightly and applies a bit of mascara to offset the wet, buggish look she feels they give to her face. They're a dark brown, although nowhere near dark enough to be mistaken for black.

Her dull brown hair, despite numerous attempts to keep it combed or brushed, is generally a mess—and not in the intentional “I want to be a supermodel when I grow up” way, either. To avoid the rat's nest of snarls and tangles that would inevitably ensue from even the slightest amount of negligence, she tends to keep it pulled back away from her face, secured loosely in a bun on the back of her head. Considering the fact that long hair is highly impractical for anyone in the job she used to hold (or anyone doing the job she's recently accepted, for that matter), this might be more of a force of habit than an effort to look presentable.

Apparent Temperament: It wouldn't be fair to say that Sallie looks like she's usually bored with her surroundings—while some people have gotten that impression, it's probably closer to accurate to say that she looks like she has other places to be. Not necessarily places she'd rather be, but places that she knows she needs to be. Until you engage her in conversation, she might seem like she's a big distant, a million miles away in some thought she doesn't want to share. She doesn't seem particularly unapproachable for all that, though.

Although she's typically blunt about her opinions and advice, most strangers find Sallie's conversation to be warm and friendly (though not to an extreme). She seems like a pleasant enough human being to anyone who hasn't particularly offended her. Easy to get along with and quick to give a very sensible bout of advice to anyone (whether they've asked or not), Sallie tends to get along fairly well with most people.

Facial features: Sallie has high cheekbones and a square face, both of which do little to offset her bulging eyes. Her lips are thin, her eyebrows carefully plucked (perhaps overly so), and her nose might be described as “beakish,” except that it's a little bit blunter than all of that.

Her age shows, which, unlike many modern women, is something Sallie is fairly proud of. After all, thirty-seven isn't especially old, and if she's starting to show some bags under her eyes, well, she's certainly earned them. She's also earned the beginnings of the laugh lines surrounding her mouth, and the tiny fledgling crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. Above her lips to the right of her face is a small mole she's had for as long as she can remember. She doesn't let any of the above bother her too much, though—she's a woman with better things on her mind than “ohh, am I the prettiest?”

She does wish her lips didn't stick out so far, though.

Distinguishing marks: Numerous faint scars from this injury or that criss-cross over Sallie's legs and shoulders. It's not that she's seen so much combat in her time that she's earned this network of battle-wounds—it's just that she scars incredibly easy, and once got into a fight with a barbed wire fence when she was about thirteen years old. The pattern on the lower half of her legs is a testament to the fact that she most definitely lost that fight. Just about anything will leave a scar on her, from a knife wound to a cat-scratch.

She's also got a birthmark on her lower stomach. When she was little, she thought it looked like a cat, and when she was fifteen she decided she had skin cancer (she didn't). Now it mostly looks like a splotch, or perhaps an unfortunate burn.

Casual wardrobe: As mentioned previously, Sallie wears a lot of white in order to reduce the effects of the sun when she does have to expose her hands and arms to it. This includes gloves and a white cap when necessary. She owns plenty of other colors, though, including black and grey and—those aren't colors, are they? Anyway, Sallie prefers to dress casually, usually in jeans and a shirt that is half a hair fancier than your standard T-shirt (and generally long sleeved), and for formal occasions the most dressy she gets is a pair of slacks and a nice shirt.

ACTION TIME wardrobe: Usually, loose fitting clothing for easy movement, preferably not in lime green or anything like that. She has several pairs of black sweatpants (of the sort that might be called “yoga pants” today) which are not so loose-fitting, but also get the job done. Most of these have pockets. Short sleeves and a sports bra generally serve her purposes for the upper half.

Just sensible clothes that won't get caught in radiators, air vents, or heavy machinery.

She also still owns a bullet proof vest, which she wears when she thinks she'll need it. It hasn't come up much while driving trucks, but she can definitely see it coming in handy here in the near future.

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PERSONALITY

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The best word to describe our girl here is sensible—she doesn't muck around with things like rumors, gossip, and uneducated assumptions, choosing instead to stick to the cold, hard facts as she knows them and often choosing the simplest solution she can muster when a problem occurs. While she is intelligent, Sallie has mastered the art of not overthinking things, at least for the most part, and generally arrives at a concrete conclusion fairly quickly, assuming there's sufficient evidence to support that process. Once she reaches a solution, she's very difficult to dissuade.

Though some might insist that this makes her seem inflexible and hard to get along with, she doesn't exactly see the harm in cutting through all the crap, and tries to live her life by the theory of Occam's razor. This has gotten her into trouble on several occasions, including the night she was turned. However, it's also saved her life more times than she can count on one hand, and that has to count for something.

Even at first glance, it's easy to tell that Sallie doesn't like being the life of the party. Although being alone isn't always her first choice, the more people she finds involved in a situation, the more she desperately wants to get out of it. “Loner” is the wrong word-social situations just wear her out, and catering to other people's expectations of her makes her terribly uncomfortable.

Don't let the doe-eyed expression of terror fool you, though! If need be, Sallie is capable of putting on her business face and dealing in social situations. Usually this involves barking orders or informing people that they can zip it until they're spoken to. This doesn't earn her a lot of fans, but usually lends to her effectiveness at doing her job (or did, when she was still a cop), and ultimately gets things done. It's not talking to people that makes her uncomfortable, it's just trying to be nice to them.

In the company of close friends, who she's finding to be fewer and farther between these days, it might not be a stretch to describe Sallie as pleasant, or perhaps even helpful. When she forms emotional attachments to people, they tend to be fairly strong, and she does everything in her power to preserve those attachments. Although she still couldn't be described as sweet, those who learn to tolerate Sallie's blunt attitude and to-the-point outlook on life might even begin to appreciate her unsolicited advice, assuming they know how to take it with a grain of salt.

She can't necessarily be described as arrogant, but there's certainly no questioning the fact that Sallie's confidence is not in short supply. On the rare occasion that she second-guesses herself, the cause is anything but self doub—instead, she simply wants to be sure that with lives at stake, she's yielded the correct answer, and saved as many as possible.

Sallie has something of a sort fuse as far as her temper is involved, made shorter by hunger, sleep deprivation, and loud humming noises (although she's starting to find the thrum of her engine more comforting than irritating these days). While she isn't necessarily a violent person, given the right amount of push and shove, it's not a stretch to say that things will come to blows fairly easily. However, she's more likely to explode verbally, and the amount of expletives this little lady knows is more than enough to make a sailor blush. Sailors run home crying to their mamas when Sallie gets going.

When her temper hasn't been triggered, she's not nearly as prone to fits of fisty doom, although “pacifist” isn't quite the right word. She's well aware that violence is the answer to several of life's questions, and isn't even opposed to dishing it out. She's got a pretty high level of respect for human life, though, and tries not to kill unless it's absolutely necessary, as in the case of someone who might have figured out that she was a vampire (and now, in the case of someone whose lack of pulse is a direct order).

She's not quite used to this vampire thing yet, and as a result, tends to be a little unsure of her footing around other vampires and supernatural beings. She'll figure that out as time goes on, though.

Speech: A heavy smoker for most of her life, Sallie's voice is a little bit deeper than the average woman her age and beginning to grow husky. Given her stature, this often comes as a small but confounding surprise to those who haven't known her very long. She supposes it's a good thing that vampires can't get cancer; in the last few months, she's upped the number of cigs she smokes to almost two packs a day to drown out the smell. Being a vampire is a stressful job, and let her tell you about the assholes on the Interstate that make driving a truck equally trying.

Perhaps more appropriate to a woman of her size and appearance are the lingering remnants of a Midwestern accent that she made the (failed) attempt to unlearn when working in the FBI. Although she can do a fairly decent job of covering it up when imitating other accents, her everyday speech is still riddled with traces of squished vowels, and this grows much stronger when she spends any length of time with other individuals who speak that way naturally.

Though this is in part due to the fact that this is the accent Sallie was raised with, she also has a tendency to mimic the speech patterns of those around her. Usually, she does this subconsciously, and her poor mimicry of other accents sometimes gets her into trouble with native speakers. On more than one occasion, she's gotten anything from a dirty look to a face full of fist from an individual whose accent she's copied without realizing it.

She rarely speaks first in a conversation, and tries not to waste her time
Pet Peeves: Overly loud conversation, people who don't get the hint that she doesn't want the dick, the word “copper” (to refer to cops, not to the metal), gum smacking, humming machinery.

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EQUIPMENT

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Sallie keeps most of her on-hand equipment in her truck, often strewn somewhere between the driver's seat and the cot at the back of the cabin. She has a locked cabinet above said cot as well, and a locked drawer underneath. There's also something that might be a closet, if you look at it closely, although it better resembles a locker. It's a nice truck cabin, and she doesn't mind calling it her home away from home.

She also has a small house somewhere in Pennsylvania, which is long since paid for and will be waiting for her when she returns from her adventures in truckerland or hired-gun land, but she hasn't had a chance to go back there for quite some time now, which is quite a shame, because that's where she keeps all the nice guns—as well as all of her photo albums.

Communication
Of course, what sort of special super secret causer of mayhem and chaos would Sallie be without a pager in order to keep in touch with the boss? She also has one of them newfangled cell phone thingies, though it gets little enough reception that it might as well be useless most of the time. Despite the lack of privacy, she's also got a couple of walkie-talkies, just in case something goes terribly wrong or something comes up. You never know when that sort of thing is going to come in handy, and Sallie is not about to be the one who goes unprepared.

Defense
Sallie's got one bullet proof vest in her possession, of pretty high quality. She's spent the majority of her life being shot at, and figures she hasn't made a great many friends in doing so, so having the vest as a precautionary measure seemed like a good idea even before she took this job. Now that she's got the job, she's thinking about getting a second one, just in case the first one gets lost somewhere.

She's nothing if not cautious.

Combat
At first, Sallie had something of a hard time transporting anything of use in her truck—some funny laws about taking guns over state lines and being licensed to use them and all of that. But, while our girl is an ex-cop, she'll certainly tell you that rules are made to be broken, and has locked a rifle and her favorite handgun in the case below her cot. She keeps both unloaded and in their proper cases, and rather than risk something filled with, you know, gunpowder overheating from the bottom of the truck in an emergency, keeps her ammunition in a the cabinet above where she sleeps. Easy enough to slap together in an emergency, and as she very rarely has folks snooping around in her cab, she's not especially worried about getting into any sort of trouble.

She also has a small pocketknife. This is not the sort of woman who goes into truckstops unarmed, especially truckstops where alcohol is served. Just because she doesn't like men doesn't mean she casts some sort of man-repelling beacon around her at all times, and she's always operated on a "better safe than sorry" philosophy.

She's also got a baseball bat that she keeps under the front seat.

Other
With the amount of over the counter painkillers and cough medications this woman keeps in her truck, she could run a small drugstore out of its cabin, if she took a meaning to. Well, that might be an exaggeration—but looking at the contents of the cabinet above her bed certainly gives one the impression that Sallie is no stranger to the occasional migraine headache or sleepless night. This cabinet also contains a small selection of (mostly gentle) perfumes, a handful of cosmetics, a letter opener, a journal, and a small box of pens. All of these things are packed in neatly (mostly stacked in front of her ammunition) so that nothing slides around when she has to make a sharp turn.

She keeps enough clothes with her on a regular basis to change out daily, do laundry weekly, and still have a few left over, and has three different pairs of sensible shoes (one for rain, one for driving, and one for hiking up the road if something goes horribly wrong) at the bottom of her closet...ish thing. She doesn't hang anything, just folds and stack. You get surprisingly more use out of a locker-type wanna-be closet that way.

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LIFE

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Favorite color: Though you may never see her wearing it, Sallie's favorite color is a shade of dark purple that resembles eggplant or aubergine, except less boring. Unless she's wearing thin white clothing (which happens rarely, if ever), she's probably wearing undergarments of this color at any given time. She owns exactly one sweater that is also this shade of purple, although she hasn't had the occasion to wear it in quite some time.

Hobbies:

• Knitting; Sallie's a champion knitter, did you know? She can knit with the best of them, and when she has time, finds it cathartic to knit complicated sweaters. She hasn't had the time since she started this trucking job, what with balancing the profession with the need to find food, and imagines she'll have even less time to knit while she's working for Abe. Who knows, though—the rest of the Monsters might end up with handmade sweaters for Christmas, and we aren't talking about ugly Weasley sweaters, either!
• Swimming; Try challenging this kiddo to laps in the pool, we dare you. She had to keep in shape somehow while she was in the FBI.

Likes:

• Milk! Despite being lactose intolerant, milk is probably Sallie's favorite choice of beverage, and dairy-based products some of her favorite foods. She's glad she doesn't actually have to eat, otherwise she isn't sure how she'd manage.
• Fast cars; Before her mother kicked her out of the house, Sallie's father had purchased her a nice little sports car (which she later had to sell in order to make her rent), and she's been fascinated with them ever since. The interest was there when she was young, but that was when it really blossomed. There were a lot of nice memories made in that car, too.
• Coffee; Dark, bitter, and hot just like Sallie. She drinks it black, although if she's feeling particularly adventurous she might try one of those fancy flavored coffees.
• Dry wine.
• Air conditioning; The cab of her truck would be miserable without it, considering the sheer amount of clothing she wears at any given time.
• Lace; On herself or someone else. Doesn't even have to be particularly sexy lace—lace details on camisoles, lace doilies (if they're done right), lace drapes, she thinks they're all lovely. Not to the point of obsession, but she notices a fine lace fairly easily. She's actually pretty skilled at knitting lace herself, although she hasn't had occasion to do so in years.

Dislikes:

• Southern accents; She dated a boy with a southern accent, before she realized that men weren't her thing. It didn't end well.
• The radio; Damn thing's too fussy. Give her some cassettes, or better yet, silence.
• Cats; she's not afraid of them, but she thinks they're uppity and doesn't want one for herself. This could have something to do with lingering guilt, involving an incident with a neighbor's cat and fireworks.
• Dating; Don't get me wrong, she doesn't have an aversion to romance or couples or anything bitter like that. Sallie just finds the initial part of dating (known as the “getting to know you” stage) to be tedious and unpleasant.
• Driving stick shifts; Automatic transmissions were pretty much the be all and the end all of car improvement, as far as Sallie is concerned.
• Hooligans and Whippersnappers; Does anyone like teenage hooligans?

Fears: To speak of, Sallie doesn't have any especially great fears. She doesn't want to be alone for the rest of her life, but she's not afraid to do so. She's not particularly interested in dying, but has more than come to terms with the fact that all of the professions she's chosen in the last ten years make this a likely event. Spiders wig her out just a little and make her stomach churn, but she's content to squish them and be done with it, instead of screaming like a little girl and calling for the nearest adult.

She'll admit, though, that unless she's indoors, she's got a little bit of a fear of thunder.

This isn't to say Sallie is fearless, just that she doesn't have any specific fears that she thinks about during the day. While she doesn't have some of the hangups that most folks do, she experiences fear just like everyone else, especially when there's guns being fired or knives being flashed, all of which happen on a pretty regular basis in her life. The idea of falling asleep at the wheel also spooks her a little, but as that's never happened, it's seldom on the forefront of her mind.

As far as allergies are concerned, Sallie is lactose intolerant. Extremely lactose intolerant. Miserably, unpleasantly lactose intolerant-which is unfortunate, since dairy products are some of her favorite foods. When she bothers to eat, she takes one of those chalky little enzyme pills to make sure that she's not going to be in and out of the ladies' room for the rest of the day, so that she can stop and have a cheeseburger without regrets.

Homeland: Northern Minnesota, land of hot dishes and a thousand state this-or-thats. Sallie was an only child, and no longer keeps in contact with her mother, who kicked her out of her family homestead when she was just seventeen years old for kissing another girl. She doesn't dwell on that particular instance; her relationship with her mother had been toxic since her early teens, and she was glad to be rid of her.

She kept in contact with her father up until his untimely death in 1994.

Day job: Sallie drives trucks, which gives her a great deal of flexibility in her everyday dealings—if she isn't planning on being in the country for a while, then she can just neglect to take any jobs for that week. It also serves as good cover for any missions that actually take place in the good old U.S. of A, as trucks need to be just about anywhere, and no one is going to follow them from one murder to the next. She intends to mention this to the rest of the Monsters at some point, if it comes up.

Probably.

General Agenda: Simply put, Sallie's motivation is that she has no particular motivation. She simply can't stand being idle, which she assumes what death is like, and would prefer to be doing something with herself instead of rotting in the ground. At some point in the future, she'd like to settle down with a nice girl, even if “settle down” means moving from place to place in order to keep quiet about her condition—and in part, this is what keeps her going in the everyday. But really, Sallie keeps on trucking (err, pun not intended) because that's what she's always done, and probably what she'll always do.

I'm sure you've met those people. Directionless immortality is sometimes the best kind.

What keeps you a Monster?: It's no secret that Sallie cherished her job at the FBI, and had she been a less sensible young woman, she probably would have kept it after becoming a vampire. However, she felt that was much too dangerous for her coworkers and anyone involved in the cases she was working. It also wasn't so much a good idea for herself—letting the whole FBI know you're a vampire because you start getting singe-y in the sun is probably not the best way to keep yourself out of some weird containment tank.

It's also no secret, though, that she misses the danger and the feeling of having a purpose. If Ebenezer used any kind of incentive to get her to join up with his merry band of misfits, it was this. Though she isn't malicious, for the most part, Sallie's foremost priority is to attain a sense of purpose and belonging, and for the most part, it doesn't matter what this particular purpose is. She likes feeling useful, and she likes feeling powerful, and this job provides her a combination of both.

What made you what you are today?: It was a day like any other day—the sun had been particularly hot, but now that it was setting, the Arizona air was settling into cool night around Sallie and her partner. They'd been hunting a real sicko, the kind of guy you don't want to let even the cat out when he's roaming the streets. Twenty deaths so far in one town, and not a whiff of the bastard—well, except maybe for the smell of rotten corpses, which were usually dry as a bone before police had even arrived on the scene. Sallie had seen some of his handiwork; a familiar-looking young woman with her throat ripped out was going to give her nightmares to the end of her days, she was sure of it. Maybe she should have called before she left—

But I digress.

Since the feds had arrived nearly two weeks previous, the killings had ceased almost entirely, and they'd almost given up on finding their killer, but the bodies of a few dead cats, their flesh torn into in the same fashion as the woman they'd found on their arrival. Whoever or whatever was killing in Tempe had certainly not left.

Night was settling over the Arizona streets, and rumor had it that the killer refused to leave his domain by day. Hunting him while he was hunting others had seemed the logical decision, and though her partner had objected that the cover of nightfall was what this freak worked best in, Sallie had insisted (as per usual) that things be done her way. So they waited outside the home of the suspected killer, dark and uneventful for hours and hours, until at last the dawn began to break. Nothing had happened, and her partner, a young man of about thirty, began to make his way back to the car, more than ready to leave and be done with it and go about things like proper police officers instead of sneaking around in the night.

There was movement inside the small stucco house, a quick, desperate rustle of curtains closing. Sallie's instincts told her they had their man, and her partner had learned to listen to her instincts just long enough to get them both into a little bit of hot water. Spotting a questionable stain on the doorframe, suspiciously like faded blood in the shape of a handprint, Sallie decided that the two had probable cause to enter the home, and in a joint effort, kicked in the door, which swung inwards with ease.

Whoever or whatever was inside was way ahead of them—it hadn't been hiding from them at all, it had been baiting them, waiting for them to enter its domain so that it could be rid of them. His face was obscured in the darkness, and to this day Sallie can't remember the face of her attacker; only the blood, and the sound of flesh tearing away from flesh. They found her partner on the front step, his throat torn out and his body bled dry, and Sallie unconscious in the center of a broken living room, fairly seriously damaged herself (but alive). She carries a large, haphazard scar on the left side of her neck from the attack (if you squint closely, she says, it looks a little like Atlanta traffic). Their attacker was long since gone.

Of course, realizing a few short days later when she was at home recovering that the sunlight burned her skin and that her pulse was suspiciously absent was not the most pleasant moment in Sallie's short life. She made her resignation from the FBI within the next few days; suspiciously, no one seemed terribly surprised.

Several months later, she received the call from Abe, and packed up the most useful things she could think of to make the trek to Ohio. It wasn't terribly difficult to catch a delivery scheduled for the area.

Notable experiences since then: While the vampire thing has affected Sallie's life in a big way, it hasn't done much to change her life or who she is, for better or ill. Come to think of it, it really hasn't had time. After her resignation from the FBI, Sallie was forced to break things off with her romantic partner, and in doing so learned that there are very few warm, squishy feelings involved in doing the selfless thing in order to keep someone safe.

But honestly? She's just been idling since then, and the most notable thing that's happened to her is getting Abe's call. During her years at the FBI, Sallie was practically married to her job, and without the action and excitement of bringing down the bad guy, she hasn't quite known what to do with herself. While she wouldn't call her recent state a “depression” or anything of the sort, she'd probably have to fight tooth and nail to convince a proper psychologist of that.

Opinion of Others: At the moment, Sallie's not so sure what she ought to think. She's brand new to this supernatural realm, and figures that if she forms too many opinions too early, she's going to get stuck in her own head, and things are going to turn out quite the opposite of how she expects. She's starting to form a few loose impressions of the folks she'll be working with, though, as well as the races they belong to—and she's not sure how she feels about all of that, either.

Micah: ”...I'm pretty sure I've heard that name before. Ames....Partner of mine (...err...no, not the professional sort...) worked a case involving a Micah Ames before we met. Real sicko, I heard—killed a lot of folks before they finally nabbed him. I wonder what became of him. Surely this can't be the same guy, though.”
Ohhh, Sallie, how naïve you are.

Vampires: ”I suppose I ought to take their side, or something along that lines, but I never could abide by slinking around in the shadows unless I had to. This whole 'stinking to high heaven' thing just ain't doin' it for me either.”

Criminal Record: Aside from an incident when she was fifteen involving some fireworks and a neighbor's pet cat (who was never meant to get involved), Sallie's criminal record is clean as a whistle. Seeing as she's spent the majority of her adult life enforcing the laws of the land, this makes a certain amount of sense.


Specialty: Though her newfound vampiric abilities have increased Sallie's strength quite impressively, she assumes (probably not incorrectly) that her desirability comes from her years of training in the FBI before she was turned. An active agent for more than ten years, her reputation for rapid processing and sensible conclusions would have caught the eye of anyone looking to assemble a task force of any sort.

Her status as a vampire has led to a slight but noticeable increase in many of her abilities, such as her senses, speed, and the distance/height she can jump. However, by far the most augmented of these abilities is Sallie's physical strength, a change she's still learning how to cope with. Her FBI training already involved compensating for her lack of physical size/strength by throwing all her weight into vital hits, but now, instead of knocking the wind out of someone, she finds herself cracking ribs or worse. This ability, like all vampiric abilities aside from senses, begins to weaken during the times between each feed.

She'll get used to it eventually.

Preferred feed: Although she initially found the idea of killing other human beings just to get a meal distasteful, Sallie is a sensible young woman, and after twelve years in the FBI, her first feed was most certainly not her first kill.

She prefers to feed on those who would otherwise contribute little or nothing positive to society. In the early days of her condition, before she realized that being inconspicuous was so important, Sallie went after those individuals whom she remembered from her time at the FBI, usually criminals who had only earned their freedom because the evidence against them was not as substantial as it was initially thought. This trend was eventually noticed, though, and she eased up on that line of thinking. A few unreported accomplices go missing every now and again, though.

While criminals, lowlifes, and layabouts are her primary target, Sallie's mentality on the matter of feeding is beginning to change. She's beginning to see herself as a vampire, rather than a human being, and this makes deciding who to make a meal out of much easier and more remorse-free. She tries to keep the folks she wants to eat and the ones she wants to sleep with in separate categories, though, lest she live alone of her own hand for the rest of her unnaturally long life.

Sunlight tolerance: Direct sunlight, around fifteen minutes before she starts to crackle and burst into flames. Through heavily tinted windows or otherwise extremely indirect sunlight, Sallie has about four to eight hours of sunlight tolerance, but she doesn't push her luck on this, and wears a lot of white during the day to reflect the sun away from her skin and protect it from any wayward UV radiation that might find its way through the fibers. This includes driving gloves.

It takes her somewhat longer than better-adjusted vampires to recover from sunlight exposure, as she is incredibly young. A day's worth of minor sun exposure in the cabin of a truck often takes her another six to eight hours to recover from, leading to a cycle of grumbling mornings and uncomfortable nights. She prefers driving after sundown if she can help it.

Of course, now that she's taken up this gig with Abe, driving times aren't at the top of her list of concerns.

Social standing: She's generally an unknown, although the vampire who turned her would probably recognize her upon meeting her again (the smug bastard). Living in a truck cabin and avoiding other vampires has a tendency to do that to a person—not that Sallie is complaining. Before getting a grip on her hunger and her abilities, she would have been too embarrassed by her lack of prowess to spend any time around real vampires anyway.

Social stealth: She's doing alright, as far as she's concerned, although that might have more to do with flying under the radar than actually blending in. Until getting the call that turned her onto this little opportunity, Sallie was driving trucks, a job which allowed her to cover as much of her skin as possible on sunny days and still remain comfortable (air conditioning is surprisingly efficient in tiny cabins). In general, she hasn't caused very much suspicion at all.

On a personal level, Sallie's a little less capable of hiding her supernatural status, unless she's fed in the past week or so. Her heightened senses make her aware of just how easy it would be to procure a fresh meal. The arrhythmic sound of each beating heart around her beating out of step with the next, the subtle rise and fall in the skin of an attractive young lady, even the gentle discoloration of broken blood vessels—all of these things become incredibly distracting when she's hungry, even when she's made the desperate (and mostly successful) attempt to put it out of her mind. People tend to notice the staring when she gets like that.

At the moment, she's still more human than vampire, having been a member of the undead for less than a full year. As a matter of fact, her fangs are still budding, and while they're suspiciously sharp, they're often mistaken for particularly interesting canines. She's been watching them change, however, and will have to watch herself carefully when she smiles very soon.

So far, she hasn't been pegged as a vampire. At least not by anyone she hasn't eaten.

STRENGTHS

• Starvation Tolerance - Up to a point, Sallie puts up with hunger very well. While she finds it distracting after about a week, she doesn't start to lose rationality on the matter for at least two, and if she's got something to occupy her time, as long as three. During this period, she can interact normally with human beings, including (although with a little less consistency) having intimate relations, with only a few indications that she'd rather be chowing down on them than having conversations with them. Though she can keep her wits about her for quite a while, going longer than three weeks without feeding drives her into something of a dangerous state (see Weaknesses).
• Social Advantage - As a Monster with slightly more self control than some vampires and a solid, mostly innocuous background, Sallie has a little more wiggle room around humans than older members of her kind. She hasn't lost any of the mannerisms that fullblood vampires never learn, and her reputation as a respectable member of the FBI still holds fairly true. It gets her into a few fights with folks on the other side of the law, but your everyday citizen treats the news that she's an ex cop with a fair bit of respect. Not looking at humans with the same eyes that one might look at a sandwich also helps her get around.
• The Strength of Ten Men - ...well, maybe more like two men. Two men and a largeish housecat. However many men she measures, Sallie's vampiric status augments her physical ability. The differences aren't so much that she crushes glasses without thinking or anything silly like that—the amount of strength she possesses would be natural for a human being who kept up with a decent amount of training in that particular area. Well, assuming that human was a good deal larger than Sallie. She keeps up with a regular training regimen despite her early retirement, and the result is a wallop that surprises many who wind up in the receiving end.
  
  Stronger muscles mean her running speed is also augmented slightly, though this may be wrought of personal determination rather than vampiric ability.
• P-P-Pokerface - This woman's got a bluff check like you wouldn't believe, and she rolls high just about every time. Every once in a while, she comes up against someone who knows better than to believe a silly little girl (or silly little vampire), but more often than not the average Joe or Jane isn't paranoid enough to be suspicious. She manages to convince even some less-than-average Joes, although this takes considerably more work. Incidentally, this is how she managed to keep the boys at the FBI from snooping around about her sex life.

WEAKNESSES

• Blood Frenzy - If she takes her resistance to starvation for granted or underestimates the time it will take her to secure a kill after waiting the full three weeks, the weakened Sallie begins to lose all manner of human rationale, often putting herself in immediate danger to secure a meal. In this state, Sallie acts much like an addict scrambling for her next fix (and she likens the condition to that even when sated). Only the most familiar faces can talk her down from killing them in this state, although fighting Sallie in her weakened state also seems to have promising results. She tries not to allow things to get to this point.
• Vampire Newbie - On occasion, Sallie's status as a member of the undead escapes her immediate memory. This can lead to potentially dangerous situations, and on one occasion earned her a vigorous sunburn that stuck with her for a couple of months. She is especially prone to forget herself in situations that revolve around intense human emotion, and though these instances are few and far between, if her “saving people thing” kicks in, all sense of self-preservation regarding her vampiric status is lost. With basic paramedic training and an urge to lend a hand when people around her are hurt, she's gotten herself into more distracting spots than she cares to mention, and once collapsed a man's lungs trying to perform CPR.
• Hesitant Killer - Even if a dead man leaves a good clue that someone was killed, a dead man can't tell the police that his attacker tried to bleed him dry. Sallie rarely takes this to her advantage. Although she doesn't have a “Peace, love, and harmony” sort of aversion to killing, she gets no joy out of it, and killing individuals who might have something to contribute doesn't sit well with her—especially not before the fact. Although she doesn't angst over previous kills, having long since accepted into her heart that sometimes people die in order to keep other people alive, she's done her dead-level best (pun not intended) to feed on victims who are either willing, already bleeding, or are far too high to remember that they got munched on in the morning. This has led to some interesting nights, and she now tries to avoid the last of those options.
• Don't Confuse Me With The Facts – As far as Sallie's concerned, her opinions might as well be facts, at least the majority of the time. This young woman could give your conservative Republican grandparents a run for their money in stubbornness, and even cold, hard evidence against whatever nonsense she's thinking at the time won't usually change her mind. It's not that she's ill-informed—generally speaking, Sallie keeps a good grasp on the actual facts. She just doesn't like admitting she's wrong when she doesn't, and she doesn't understand the concept that people could possibly have opinions outside of her own. Though she's willing to lay down her opinions in order to get shit done, it's led to a fair share of fallings out with partners, romantic and professional, as well as friends and family.
• Introvert - Sallie finds people completely exhausting, and interacting one on one with anyone that hasn't reached the status of “intimate friend” (no, not in a sexy way) usually leaves her feeling like a pile of something unpleasant. It's not that she's particularly shy, or even uncomfortable around people. She just values her alone time, and tends to get snappy when she hasn't had any of it in a while. Large groups of people (more than ten, usually) might also shorten her temper, if she's being forced to interact with all of them. She'd much rather enjoy her drink in peace, and perhaps have a few nice conversations before heading back to the cab of her truck.