Corazon Inez was born around late fall to early winter in 1977; give or take a few years. Life as a child was quite similar to that of most in the area: harsh and dirty. Growing up in a rural town of mainly subsistence farmers may or may not have had an impact on her. Surely she didn't learn to survive in the wild or shoot a gun from out of nowhere. Not much else is known about this part of her mortal years; what is known is what she became when she was older. When she was around 20 or so, some sort of traumatic even occurred. Some whisper it was the death of a loved one, others say she just snapped. What ever that reason might have been, Corazon ended up joining a militant group. "Freedom fighters," they called themselves. Their leader was more than charismatic enough to entice the young Inez into the fold.
         Training came next; brutal, tedious training. Long marches, gun exercises, explosives, and knife combat were just a few on the list. In time, Corazon became quite skilled at what she did, even earning herself quite a reputation among her particular group (not that sleeping with the "leader" didn't help, but that's off subject). Some of her more memorable achievements as a mortal included putting bombs in the cars of politicians and public assassination via high powered rifle. Her sheer conviction and resourcefulness is what initially caught the eye of a wandering fellow.
         The man told Corazon he had been following her for a while. Corazon, never one to easily trust, pulled a gun on him and demanded to know if in fact he was some government agent. The Salubri only grinned, a hand raised upwards and removing the bandanna around his forehead. Once the third eye was exposed, Corazon freaked, and managed to get a few shots into his gut before he had her on the ground.
         "Take this gift I am about to give you, and relish in it. Your blood, body, and spirit already burns with the warrior's vigor! You will make an admirable addition to our ranks," the Man declared.
         Corazon was in too much of a shock to pay attention at seeing a man take 4 rounds into his torso and not even falter a step. She struggled, trying to reach down for her knife since her gun was knocked out of reach, then the fangs sunk in. She felt her chest grow heavy, and her eyelids even heavier. Soon, everything went black.
         The hunger; it swelled deep within her gut. At first, it was nothing more than a dull throbbing. But soon, she felt it eating away at her. What was this she smelled? It smelled sweet to the point that it made her mouth drool (or so she thought) and her insides churn. The smell, was blood; Corazon knew it from the many times she had spilled it, but it had never smelled like this! The smell caused her eyes to open for the first time in undeath. Her sire, knowing well how fledglings awaken in frenzy, had already prepared a meal for Corazon: her leader -- and lover -- from the militant group.
         Corazon leapt up and lunged at the source of the blood, which was her lover who had been given a gash on his cheek. She struck him to the ground, and tore into his throat, drinking greedily while he tried to fight back. Such sweet ecstasy it was.
         Corazon's mind finally became her own some time after the feeding, when the beast was finally sated and subsided. She stood up and looked around for a moment, then down to her clothing. Much to her horror, what she saw was her lover's body laying at her feet and precisely the wrong shade of brown staining her wears.
         "What the fuck happened?!" she yelled, and her question was only met with the light laughter of a man.
         "You killed him, childe," he retorted, finally coming into view as if he just appeared out of nowhere.
         Corazon again freaked, jumping back and looking around, as if expecting the rest of the militants to arrive and open fire on her for killing their beloved leader.
         "Now, come with me, my childe, we've much to discuss."

         In the years that lapsed, Corazon again made a name for herself in the Sabbat, doing basically the same thing she was in life -- only better. Rumors circulate of her exploits, which include the infamous bombing of a Tremere Chantry (this actually happened, but as far as Corazon's true involvement, is unknown. Either way, Corazon isn't talking.) in Texas and her fights against the lupines (though she usually left out the fact that she was some distance off with a rifle and silver rounds.) Even roasting four Camarilla Brujah with a single monitov cocktail while in New Mexico earned her some degree of respect among her peers -- more so in the Salubri AT bloodline.
         Over the years, Mexico began to bore Corazon. She longed to return to the U.S., where the battle with the hated Camarilla was still in full swing. Stories of Phoenix soon caught her attention. One of the more successful Sabbat cities, she heard, as well as that it was headed by an Archbishop that knew her stuff. An opportunity to strike at the Camarilla again? Such was Corazon's train of thought. It didn't take her long to steal a car (killing the one that drove it), and head towards the city. Corazon started off as a mortal freedom fighter, years ago. These nights, she still is: same kinda war, just fighting for a different kind of freedom.