Shattee was born in the middle of a nowhere town in the days of the Wild West. When she was no more than four, her parents were killed by Indians--wracking her sleep with nightmares to this day. Believing there to be hope in the child, the Indians took her in as their own and taught her many things.

The shaman had grown interested in her, and together they began to learn the ways of dreamwalking. Rather than cure her nightmares, it exacerbated them into voices that began to creep into her waking life. She believed the shaman had cursed her. As she grew older, she began to go to a nearby town and meet people...

One night, she met a gunman playing cards. He took an interest in her fiery nature, and the two became fast friends. One night, she told him tales of her adopted people, her tongue loosened by drink. His name was Billy, a Brujah... and in time, so was she.

Empowered by her vampiric nature, she returned to the tribe that had raised her and spent the night in a maelstrom of torture and murder. Before his death, the shaman cursed her to never be rejoined with her true family. Enraged, she scalped him, as they had done to her father.

Now, she believes in no authority and trusts only herself. Belonging nowhere, she is a wanderer and travels wherever the voices in the wind direct her. She distrusts men--her sire betrayed her in the past. Some say that she was behind his later demise, but no one knows for sure. She uses men for playtoys or as means for other entertainment. Shattee lives for the moment and lives each night as though it were her last.