- Generation: 9th
- Clan: Malkavian
- Sire: Sinclair the Rook
- Childer: None
- Concept: “What makes you tick?” (Curiosity)
- Trouble: “My mind is (not) my own.” (Control)
- Nature: “This is for your own good.” (Love)
- First Impression: Taps fingers constantly, Unruly blonde curls, Amiable, Inquisitive, Often seems distracted
Blonde curls fall to her mid back, never very neatly. When an excuse presents itself she dons a white labcoat, otherwise she dresses in white T-shirts and surprisingly trendy jeans. A gold pocket watch hangs from a long chain about her neck. She greets you with a friendly smile and only a hint of tension, which quickly fades, though her interest in you seldom will.
Helen has a naturally curious mind that managed to survive the embrace primarily intact…yet after a few moments you will undoubtedly be drawn to notice the compulsory tapping of fingers, lending her an air of constant distraction. She is capable of ceasing it, though typically only to proceed with something equally repetitive. If any other afflictions were gifted along with her clan they remain well concealed.
Those who frequent the Masquerade know she dances as might a Toreador, but that unlike a Toreador she seems to do so for herself alone.
She is a fair resource on medical knowledge, having retained much of what she learned during her mortal years at Emory. And if it happens that the time where such knowledge might prove useful has passed, she is also skilled at communicating with the deceased. She is always pleased to be called upon for either skill, and is unlikely to request anything more than an answer or two in return.