Tanya's old bio

You've seen the type before. The cute and sexy blonde in the skimpy clothes, all smiles and sweetness, with just that little bit of uninhibited sass that tells you she's one of the rich and popular. She makes the other girls jealous, and she wraps the boys around her finger like her favorite ring. She's the highschool dream girl's highschool dream girl, and if you don't know who she is, you ask as soon as you see her.
This girl in particular? Her name was Tanya, and once upon a time, she was everything you could ask for and more. But life wasn't so perfect for everyone's favorite blonde, and it only got worse for her as time went on. From her childhood onwards, she had lived on a rollercoaster of stress, anxiety and unreasonable expectations from everyone around her, all of which were eventually compounded by a severe and violent case of undiagnosed manic-depression that bloomed late in her teens. It all came crashing down at a post-graduation party, where one of her manic episodes led her to kill her best friend in a fit of rage after catching her boyfriend cheating with her. Overwhelmed by shock and terror, she ran off and disappeared, too scared and shaken to face the consequences of what she had done.
For two months, she cut herself off from everything and everyone, only venturing back into the city in order to steal food for herself whenever she needed to. Her mental condition grew worse in her isolation, and it wasn't long before she was on the verge of a complete and utter breakdown. But on the night she finally lost what little control of her emotions she had left, she was found, not by any of her friends and colleagues, but by a rabid stranger who had been attracted by her sobbing. She never learned where he came from or why he came. She never even saw him coming.
He was upon her as soon as she turned, pinning her to the ground and sinking his teeth into her neck with a wanton fervor. And for the last seconds she remained alive, she experienced the first bit of joy and clarity she had felt in a long time.
As it turned out, her mad tears had attracted a Malkavian, one of the Gnawed whose affliction had left him too unhinged to remain in Kindred society. The maniac had Embraced her, for reasons only he would ever hope to understand, and now she was past the point of no return. The curse of Malkav had not obliterated her mind as thoroughly as it had done her Sire's, but it had blasted it all the same.
She was one of them now, a childe of Malkavian descent, gone beyond hope of retrieval.