Post by shraven on Dec 12, 2012 21:38:08 GMT -6
NAME: | Dragan | ||||
DEED NAME: | Hides Amongst The Wyrm | AUSPICE: | Theurge | BREED: | Lupus |
CHRONICLE: | Hunters Hunted | TRIBE: | Shadow Lord | CONCEPT: | Subversive Mystic |
Rank | Cliath |
Experiance | 11 |
ATTRIBUTES | |||||
PHYSICAL | SOCIAL | MENTAL | |||
STRENGTH: | 2 | CHARISMA: | 3 | PERCEPTION: | 3 |
DEXTERITY: | 2 | MANIPULATION: | 4 Persuasive +2 task | INTELLIGENCE: | 2 |
STAMINA: | 2 | APPEARANCE: | 3 | WITS: | 3 |
ABILITIES | |||||
ABILITIES | SKILLS | KNOWLEDGES | |||
ALERTNESS: | 3 | ANIMAL KEN: | 0 | COMPUTER: | 0 |
ATHLETICS: | 0 | CRAFTS: | 1 | ENIGMAS: | 3 |
BRAWL: | 2 | DRIVE: | 0 | INVESTIGATION: | 2 |
DODGE: | 0 | ETIQUETTE: | 2 | LAW: | 0 |
EMPATHY: | 1 | FIREARMS: | 0 | LINGUISTICS: | 2 |
EXPRESSION: | 0 | LEADERSHIP: | 0 | MEDICINE: | 0 |
INTIMIDATION: | 2 | MELEE: | 1 | OCCULT: | 3 |
PRIMAL-URGE: | 2 | PERFORMANCE: | 0 | POLITICS: | 0 |
STREETWISE: | 0 | STEALTH: | 0 | RITUALS: | 4 |
SUBTERFUGE: | 1 | SURVIVAL: | 1 | SCIENCE: | 0 |
MERITS |
Natural Channel - 2(setting adjusted price) |
Friend of Sorcery - 5 |
None |
None |
None |
FLAWS |
Color Blindness - 1 |
Banned Transformation: Wolfsbane - 2 |
Forced Transformation: Entering the Umbra: Hispo - 1 |
None |
None |
BACKGROUNDS |
Pure Breed 4 |
Rites 5 |
Fetish 3 |
None |
None |
GIFTS |
Heightened Senses |
Spirit Speech |
Fatal Flaw |
None |
None |
RITES: | Minor: Bone Rhythms, Breath of Gaia, Greet the Moon, Greet the Sun, Hunting Prayer, Prayer for the Prey Level 1: Rite of Cleansing. Rite of Talisman Dedication, Rite of the Questing Stone, Gathering of the Departed, Rite of Contrition, Rite of Binding, Rite of the Moot Level 2: Murmur Rite, Communion With the Storm, Rite of Spirit Awakening, Rite of Summoning Level 3: Rite of the Fetish, Rite of the Totem, Thunder's Blessing Level 4: Rite of the Shrouded Glen, Rite of the Opened Bridge Level 5: Gaia's Vengeful Teeth |
RENOWN | TRAITS | ||
GLORY | 0 | RAGE | 5 |
HONOR | 0 | GNOSIS | 5 |
WISDOM | 3 | WILLPOWER | 6 |
Freebie Points Use |
Brawl 1-2 4 pts |
Rage 3-5 3 pts |
WP 4-6 3 pts |
Pure Breed 4 4pts |
Fetish 3 3 pts |
Rituals 4 2 pts |
GEAR |
Fetish: Baneskin Lvl 3 Gnosis 7 |
Various items for Chiminage |
Dedicated Backpack |
None |
None |
AGE: | 4 | HEIGHT: | 6'0" | WEIGHT: | 210 lbs |
EYE COLOR: | Blue | HAIR COLOR: | Black Dreds(Homid)Black (Lupus) | BIRTH MARKS: | None |
TATTOOS: | None | SCARS: | Small in right eyebrow |
DESCRIPTION: | Dragan in lupus is a large black wolf. His coat is the color of midnight on a moonless night. The most noticeable thing about him in this form is the bright blue eyes that seem to always be starting off into the distance even when he looks right at you. In his homid form he is a large man with black dreds. He is dressed in rough leather that has been fashioned into clothes. He rarely takes this form though he has taken the time to learn to speak Englsh so that he can function in normal society. |
BACKGROUND: Dragan almost didn’t make it through his first year. He was different from the rest of the pack and they all knew it. He could sense things just at the edge of his vision. Voices called out to him. His curiousity and questions ostracized him from his pack. He played the omega and barely survived on the scraps left behind. It wasn’t until his first change that he understood why things were as they were. His first change came as his pack was being hunted by poachers for their pelts. As the hunters opened fire and three of his brothers fell, the rest of his pack fled. Dragan, his starved frame, turned to the hunters knowing his place was to lead the hunters away and give his life for the rest of the pack. As the first bullet slammed into his shattering his weakened frame he felt all the ridicule, ostracism, and abuse he had felt from his pack well up in a sense of rage and he shifted. The hunters were the first to feel his wrath as they were the first he got to. As he tore into them the taste of the warm blood drew him on. He tore into their dead bodies eating the steaming organs gorging himself. When his stomach was full his rage still burned and he hunted his pack. Those few remaining could not stand against him. As the last died and his rage was finally spent he walked to the pool where his pack had watered last. As the moon reflected off the water he found himself in another world and all those voices had heard became manifest to him. He could see the things that had haunted the edge of his vision. And he could see the things that had driven the men. The dark things that drove them on and fed from their greed and from the pain they caused. The dark things that fed on pain turned to him and whispered to him. They spoke to the pain he had experienced in his life. The other spirits spoke to him of the power that could be his. He felt the wrongness of them, but what they said made sense. Before they could speak to him further others like him arrived. They had been hunting the hunters and were surprised to find him. They explained what he was now and took him to meet others like him. The next year passed in a blur. It seemed that Dragan’s parentage and his natural ability to slip into the Umbra with such ease drew him several teachers amongst the Theurges of his Sept. Many did so to garner the favor of his father who was a great warrior amongst the Garou. After his first year in the Sept he was ready for his Rite of Passage. To say that the Rite of Passage was an unmitigated failure would be an understatement. A pack of cubs was formed and given the task of taking care of a crew of thugs that were harassing some of the Septs interests in the city. There were five, one of each auspice, that entered the dilapidated apartment complex. As they made their way through the building Dragan could feel the wrongness of the place more and more. He made his feelings known to the Ahroun leading them. He was chided for his sensitivity and dismissed. After all the prey had been scouted by several kin and the targets were just humans. That is when things began to go wrong… The Ragabash that had went ahead to scout cried out in pain ahead. As a group they rushed forward and walked into a trap. The crew that were there weren’t just your normal human thugs, they were ghouls of a weak vampire and they were ready for the Garou. As the ahroun rushed past everyone, she was cut down by automatic gunfire and silver bullets. The ghouls were well prepared. The Galliard and Philodox were like wise brought down with shots to the knees and then the ghouls set to work with machetes and axes. Dragan was shot in the gut but as he went down he caught his relection in a the knife he had drawn and stepped over into horrible darkness. This place was a festering wound and it almost brought him to his knees with retching. Before any of the spirits around him took notice he slipped a gift that another Theurge, seeking to gain favor had given him, over his shoulders. The Baneskin shrouded him from the spirits around him. Terrified he sat there listening to the spirits around him as they simply regarded him as one of them. He learned much from the spirits. He learned that the kinfolk that had scouted the place were also under the grip of the vampire and that they had led the Garou astray. He learned that there was a barrier of some sort that had kept their watchers ignorant of what was going on inside the building and he learned about the building and how it had been neglected. Sneaking down into the basement he summoned a spirit of electricity and had it overload the breaker box. The surge knocked out the power and the sparks from the overload set the trash below it on fire. The spirits around him took notice of him, but the chaos Dragan was causing and what it might lead to simply appealed to them. Almost as soon as the flames started in the basement they spread quickly through the basement and into the first floor. The whole building was engulfed in the matter of a few minutes. The ghouls were trapped on the third floor of the building and had no way of getting out. Neither did the rest of those living in the building. In a matter of 15 minutes the building was collapsing in on itself. The infestation had been taken care of, but at the loss of four cubs. Dragan stepped out of the Umbra before those that had been sent to watch him. He looked back to the ruins of the building and barked out, “It is done…they are dead…no one lives.” Then he began to walk back towards the Sept. Back at the Sept he was given an interrogation. The Ahroun that had led the group was the daughter of a pack alpha and he led the investigation as to what had gone wrong. For three days and nights Dragan was questioned about what happened. He was tortured when the story didn’t fit what the alpha wanted to hear. Finally a Philodox stepped forward and verified that everything that Dragan had said was truth. As the Kin were of the alpha’s pack and the failure of the Ahroun to heed the Theurge’s warning was also tied to the pack alpha he was removed…forcibly and stripped of much honor or the loss of the cubs. Dragan’s actions were called into question as it was confirmed that at least 20 people had died in the fire. His response to the charges was that none of them were innocent. He recounted each of their deeds as the spirits had spoken of. He looked to those leading the investigation and flatly said, “We were given a task…destroy the humans...it was done and the manner it was done matters little. The spirits spoke…I listened and acted. The task is complete and you now know of the cancer within you.” He would not respond any further. Those gathered deemed the Rite had been completed and granted him the deed name “Hides amongst the Wyrm” for the actions he had taken in the completion of the task. It wasn’t long though before Dragan once again became an outcast of the Sept. Those tied to the turned kin accused him of falsehoods to further his father’s place in the Sept. The pack alpha that had been stripped made it a special point to make his life there difficult as could be. Dragan simply endured it all the while pondering the fact that it would not be the enemies without that killed his pack, but the enemies within. His mind turned the idea over and over in his head until he came to the realization that the Wyrm could not be destroyed from without. The Garou had tried to do that since times unremembered. The Wyrm could only be destroyed from within. Turned in upon itself it would devour itself as those in the Sept attempted to do to him. He mentioned this to those still close to him and it distanced them even further from him, but it brought him to the attention of the Bringers of Light. They also took notice of the growing resentment against him in the Sept and maneuvered to have him sent out to seek his own pack and way. They sent him north into the wilderness. |