You are Barbara Dixon -- born in 1942 in the small-town of Paterson, New Jersey. After the war, your dad did well for himself and opened up his own department store. You did well in school, and was in the Dance Club as well as doing gymnastics and tennis. Aside from a few daring kisses at the drive-in movies with your neighbor Ken, your life was pretty tame.

         Then in 1958, your new history teacher Mr. Grimmond explained to you about being a Slayer. Suddenly the seeming quiet of Paterson was alive with hidden dangers, from the deranged puppeteer using shrunken human actors to the satanic cults in the woods, and even the real New Jersey devils. It was fighting the latter that you met Steve Brant. He was a dark kid from a broken home on the wrong side of town, but he had powers a little like yours -- supposedly from some Indian spirit. Even though everyone treated him badly, he still fought to defend the town. There was something between you two, but too many things (not to mention all your friends) kept you apart.

         Late in 1959, Mr. Grimmond told you about a destructive storm ritual a cult was preparing to do which would draw down a storm god to devastate the state. Unfortunately, he got the time wrong. Instead of arriving ahead to get the drop on them, you ran in on the ritual halfway through. You couldn't wait for Steve and the others, who weren't there yet. On your own, you fought your way past the guards, got to the center of the ritual, and ripped the scepter out of the hands of the head cultist. There was a flash of light and -- well, that's the last thing you remember.

Roleplaying Notes:
You did grow up in the Fifties, but you're also a Slayer -- strong and independent. That has been pretty rough. When the game starts, you will be pretty disoriented from suddenly going from when you last were to modern-day Santa Cruz.