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Post by alex318 on Dec 4, 2012 9:55:50 GMT -6
NAME: | <Shane O'Shea> | DEED NAME: | <Death's Reel (the Spider)> | AUSPICE: | <Philodox> | BREED: | <Homid> | CHRONICLE: | Hunters Hunted | TRIBE: | <Shadow Lords> | CONCEPT: | <assassin/spy> |
ATTRIBUTES | | PHYSICAL | | SOCIAL | | MENTAL | | STRENGTH: | 2 | CHARISMA: | 3 | PERCEPTION: | 3 | DEXTERITY: | 2 | MANIPULATION: | 3 | INTELLIGENCE: | 2 | STAMINA: | 2 | APPEARANCE: | 4 | WITS: | 3 |
ABILITIES | | ABILITIES | | SKILLS | | KNOWLEDGES | | ALERTNESS: | 2 | ANIMAL KEN: | 1 | COMPUTER: | 2 | ATHLETICS: | 2 | CRAFTS: | 0 | ENIGMAS: | 1 | BRAWL: | 1 | DRIVE: | 1 | INVESTIGATION: | 2 | DODGE: | 2 | ETIQUETTE: | 2 | LAW: | 1 | EMPATHY: | 1 | FIREARMS: | 1 | LINGUISTICS: | 1 | EXPRESSION: | 1 | LEADERSHIP: | 0 | MEDICINE: | 1 | INTIMIDATION: | 1 | MELEE: | 1 | OCCULT: | 1 | PRIMAL-URGE: | 1 | PERFORMANCE: | 2 | POLITICS: | 1 | STREETWISE: | 2 | STEALTH: | 1 | RITUALS: | 1 | SUBTERFUGE: | 2 | SURVIVAL: | 1 | SCIENCE: | 0 |
MERITS | catlike balance (2) | Acute Senses Sight | Fast Learner | None | None |
FLAWS | Dark Secret (2) | ulterior motive (2) | Notoriety (3) | Sterile (1) | Persistent Parents (2) |
BACKGROUNDS | Resources 4 | allies 1 | contacts 3 | Rites 1 | None |
GIFTS | Fatal Flaw | Persuasion | truth of gaia | None | None |
RITES: | Talisman Dedication
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RENOWN | | TRAITS | | GLORY | 1 | RAGE | 3 | HONOR | 1 | GNOSIS | 1 | WISDOM | 1 | WILLPOWER | 3 |
Freebie Points Use | Merits/Flaws | Abilities (Rituals and Politics) | None | None | None |
GEAR | Designer wardrobe (changes through the seasons) | throwing knives and poison darts | iPhone | black louis vuitton messenger bag | diamond necklace to hide the scars |
AGE: | 19 | HEIGHT: | 5'10 | WEIGHT: | 155 lbs | EYE COLOR: | green | HAIR COLOR: | black | BIRTH MARKS: | none | TATTOOS: | elaborate thorned vines from shoulder to wrist | SCARS: | garou glyphs around his throat, cut with claws |
DESCRIPTION: | He's got wild black hair that usually falls over his face, piercing green eyes and skin like white marble. years of martial arts have honed his body to a sharp, lean build. He usually likes to be casual with a nod to high fashion such as a blazer over a t-shirt and jeans, with big sunglasses. He's tattooed and pierced, with sharp tribal patterns from down his left arm and up his shoulder and neck. There's a stud in his eyebrow, and one in his ear, but that's all that's visible. |
BACKGROUND: | Shane was the product of a good manhattan family, the kind that always shows up in the society pages. He grew up rich, with fancy schools, fundraisers, and dinner parties, and loved it. The nonsense these people talked about was pointless, but what they were trying to hide...now that was interesting.
He quickly learned detachment and his own lies, becoming a virtuoso of secrets and subterfuge.In high school, he got himself saddled with a nasty little nickname. Owing to he fact that he knew everything about everyone and wasn't above selling that information to the highest bidder, the kids started to call him Spider.
As his parents stayed detached, he was raised by schools and tutors. One thing led to another, he came out to his parents and they seemed bored by it. So, he did what he liked. After the fundraisers and family obligations, he'd change out of the suit and go downtown every chance he got. The whole secret life was a wild rush. Raves, back alley pubs, basement parties, you name it and he was there, drinking and laughing, dancing and taking one or two guys home with him.
On a ski trip upstate, things started to get strange. He would hear the wolves howling at night, almost knowing what they were saying. Then, he came very close to danger. A couple days before, his longtime boyfriend had simply dropped him cold turkey and taken up with some rail-thin blonde girl. That night, as they were all drinking and laughing around the firepit, Bryant started kissing his new squeeze. He flipped out, screaming "whore" and launching himself at the girl.It took three strong guys to separate the two. When a cousin of his saw Shane's eyes flick from green to gold, and heard the growl in his throat, he locked him in his room without a word.
The next morning, they left. Driving straight into manhattan, He was taken directly to his parents. They both looked at him and sat down. Then, they told him the biggest secret ever, the one about his family.They were both kin to the shadow lords, and he was garou, a werewolf. Things just turned after that...he had always been very good at boxing up his life, but this...it ripped out of every box he put it in, and added to things he never would have figured.The human and the wolf, blending together. Handling everything the way they always had, his parents sent him to Boston immediately. They paid off the families, and set him up with a sept in the city.
One night he was sent by his mentor into the forest, and everything changed. Deep in the woods, out on their land, he looked up at the moon, halfway between light and dark. He was running, trying to find firewood when he heard raised voices. Some campers were there, fighting...he was about to pass on when he heard a hard slap and the muffled cries of a child..the anger in him started to burn at that. Hate and rage filled him up like a glass, and he loved the taste. When the glass poured over, though....he could only remember a flash of fear in the back of his head before the fire made it all go red. he woke up the next morning, covered in gore, naked. That was when his training and the purpose of his move really began.During the week, he trained and he learned. The laws, the structure of garou life, what it meant now that he had changed...everything. He was put together with a group of cubs into a pack. On the weekends,they went deep into the woods, running as wolves and learning what it was.
Their rite of passage was far from easy, a pentex raid in which he learned the truth about killing. He had trained all his life with martial arts, but this....it was different. When he shifted into crinos, and his claws tore apart formori, when he flipped and spun in a battle dance, it all made sense.hey finally arrived home after the raid, and the rite, where he had been called Death's Reel for his fluid movements and those howling claws like storm winds. When the elders asked how they had fared, the galliard, a fianna named Moira spoke telling the tale in words and movements, nearly dancing it for them. He had been covered in blood and ichor then, and when the spirits were called they agreed to her words, and gave him his name. Fitting his old vocation into his new life seemed to be easier than expected. The secrets were darker, the risks were higher and that only made it so much more fun. His old allies among the kinfolk proved invaluable, helping to set him up in this new place. His network isn't as extensive as it was in New York, but he's working at it slow and steady. Juggling everything proves to be exhausting though, balancing out a human life and garou.
Unfortunately, his family never did let go. THeir phone calls and emails are constant, keeping track of him through relatives in boston. While he saw this as a fresh start and the massive change it was, his mother and father took the usual human view, thinking they'd have their son back and going to college. That part of his life was well and truly over.He occasionally placates them with trips to the city, staying no more than a few days at a time. Before, he used to love the whirl and the rush but now it drives him mad, and he can't hold back the Rage for long. He's been successful so far, by dodging questions and giving blanket assurances that he is indeed happy and healthy in his new surroundings.So far, they seem to be buying it. Shane's careful and guarded, with a secretive approach to his job and what it is. He likes crowds and parties, the noise and the rush of people around him. They have so many secrets after all. He has a wide acquaintance, but tends to make friends slowly. However when he does trust, its there for life. Because of his work, he's run into a few colorful individuals, and he knows enough people to survive pretty well on the streets, if he ever had to. The scars come from his first pack experience, where he was assaulted and raped by his alpha. He never says a word about it, and keeps the marks hidden with a variety of jewelry |
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Post by Tanith on Dec 5, 2012 7:50:02 GMT -6
Temp Approval, please avoid combat.
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Post by Jay Karth on Dec 5, 2012 10:36:22 GMT -6
Approved fully for play!
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Post by Jay Karth on Jan 12, 2013 20:13:23 GMT -6
MIA Due to player choice. Player has stated the channel is just not right for him. the character is assumed to have gone home.
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