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Post by kerwyn on Jan 22, 2013 5:19:26 GMT -6
| NAME: | Drayfus Schletz | | DEED NAME: | Cuts the Purse | AUSPICE: | Ragabash | BREED: | Homid | | CHRONICLE: | Hunters Hunted | TRIBE: | Silent Strider | CONCEPT: | Wandering Rogue |
| ATTRIBUTES | | | PHYSICAL | | SOCIAL | | MENTAL | | | STRENGTH: | 2 | CHARISMA: | 2 | PERCEPTION: | 2 | | DEXTERITY:Lightning Reflexs | 4 | MANIPULATION: | 3 | INTELLIGENCE: | 3 | | STAMINA:Resilient | 4 | APPEARANCE: | 2 | WITS: | 3 |
| ABILITIES | | | ABILITIES | | SKILLS | | KNOWLEDGES | | | ALERTNESS: | 2 | ANIMAL KEN: | 1 | COMPUTER: | 1 | | ATHLETICS: | 2 | CRAFTS: | 0 | ENIGMAS: | 2 | | BRAWL: | 3 | DRIVE: | 1 | INVESTIGATION: | 1 | | DODGE: | 2 | ETIQUETTE: | 1 | LAW: | 1 | | EMPATHY: | 0 | FIREARMS: | 0 | LINGUISTICS: | 3 | | EXPRESSION: | 2 | LEADERSHIP: | 0 | MEDICINE: | 1 | | INTIMIDATION: | 2 | MELEE: | 1 | OCCULT: | 1 | | PRIMAL-URGE: | 2 | PERFORMANCE: | 0 | POLITICS: | 0 | | STREETWISE: | 1 | STEALTH: | 2 | RITUALS: | 1 | | SUBTERFUGE: | 2 | SURVIVAL: | 2 | SCIENCE: | 0 |
| MERITS | | Recognize Garou 3pt merit | | Natural Weapons 4pt merit | | None | | None | | None |
| FLAWS | | Hunted 4pt flaw | | Haunted 3pt flaw | | None | | None | | None |
| BACKGROUNDS | | Pure Breed 2pt | | Mentor 3pt | | Garou Lore 2 | | Silent Strider Lore 2 | | Spirit Lore 1 |
| GIFTS | | Sense Wyrm | | Persuasion | | Open Seal | | None | | None |
| RENOWN | | TRAITS | | | GLORY | 1 | RAGE | 6 | | HONOR | 0 | GNOSIS | 6 | | WISDOM | 2 | WILLPOWER | 8 |
| Freebie Points Use | | Willpower 5pts from 3 to 8 | | Gnosis 5pts from 1 to 6 | | Perception 5pts from 2 to 3 | | Brawl 2pt from 0 to 1 | | Rage 5pts from 1 to 6 |
| AGE: | 20 | HEIGHT: | 6'2" | WEIGHT: | 186 lbs | | EYE COLOR: | Ice Blue | HAIR COLOR: | Blonde | BIRTH MARKS: | None | | TATTOOS: | None | SCARS: | None |
| DESCRIPTION: | The man, looking as though of European decent. With an ice blue piercing gaze, and weather tempered features, that of a lone traveler. His towering 6'1 figure, looms, with despair, as he keeps glancing to his side, as though someone were in his ear. His blond hair brushed back, though retaining an untamed appearance, despite his efforts. His skin, an olive complexion, for one traveling the world, he is certainly a cross-breed of races. Though one could only wonder at his true ancestry. |
| BACKGROUND: | Born into a backwoods town in Spain, and moved several times since then. Through most of his childhood, he was educated by homeschooling. His mother, of Egyptian decent, with eyes deep almond, and hair fluid as the Nile. His father, of a strong German line, from which he never spoke of. Being taught mostly by his father, German was his first language. Through in his education, English, along with Egyptian was thrown in. His mother, was often gone, and their moving as much as they had. This was part of her work.
Drayfus's father died, on his twelth birthday. In mourning of her lost kindred, and the uncanny likeness, the young man had of his father. Dray was sent to stay at his cousin's house, in the states. Being transported under adoption protocols, he gained citizenship for the U.S. Having become accustom to travel, and not many social skills. The new stationary life, had him in awe. A kid that was never allowed video games, friends, or to speak to others, for most of his life. Though a skill he had gained through what little outings he had, was pick pocketing.
The habit of stealing, went unnoticed, till he finally attended school. Suddenly things began to appear at his new home. And mysteriously disappearing from kids lockers. Convincing his foster parents that all were given to him, for lessons in languages. He managed to escape further investigation of the items. That was, on the home front. His education from home, being more advanced than the school's current offering. Dray was able to practically sleep through class. Though while he was awake, there was trouble that followed him. Being the class clown, was only tolerable to a certain degree. But, the young man was able to graduate, though lost honors, due to multiple disciplinary actions.
Graduating still, at the age of sixteen, was a blessing, and a curse. As life dictated a strange turn of events. The small towns of Nevada already riddled with peculiar restlessness, of teenagers. One was about to get rocked by something, no one, in the public eye, could imagine. Once it happened, it was truly the wrong place, and most inconvenient time. A party, where his friends had gathered, after raiding their parents liquor cabinets. A battle of wits took place, between a jock, and a socialite pretty boy. Though the jock was drunk, as well as the under-aged Drayfus. Whom took it upon himself, to slip the wallet from the pretty boy.
His being intoxicated, caused such a slick thief, to make the wrong move. Attention now turned on him, as he was caught red handed, with wallet in hand. Teens being teens, there was no shouting matches, or debate over the issue. A busted nose is all it took. Under a night of the new moon, and blood began to boil.
Falling on his ass, and covering his nose, rage lurched forward, and gathered as Luna's armor for her chosen. Audible bone cracking, and clothes ripping. A shriek of pain, growing into a frustrated growl of loathing. As fangs and claws formed, from the sudden bone reconstruction, blood began to spray outwards. Warm iron-like liquid began to flow over his tongue. His eyes were closed, but he could hear, and smell everything. The dizziness from being drunk, was gone. But as he drew back, and opened his eyes, so was the face of his friend. Thomas Perrish, a graduate with honors, drama club president, with a scholarship to an acting school. Freaking out, as he now had claws, and fur. He was tall to start with, but being twelve foot tall, he hulked over everyone. With nothing better on his mind, he fled towards Mexico. Luckily it was Fall , as he crossed into Arizona. And the dawn, put the warily first changed, to rest.
Having fell asleep near a I-10 rest area. He was found by a friend of the family. One whom had come to visit, a couple times a year. Awakening that afternoon, Dray's entire world had changed. And only to grow more strange, with each day. Though it wouldn't be in the same place, at any one time.The stories of wolfmen, and other such constructs of the imagination, as Dray believes now, are all nice fairy tales. After spending a three years on the road with Travis, drifting cleaver, arhoun of the Silent Striders. His cunning tested, and worthiness found. he began wandering his own way. Up through the East coast. Finding his own path, in which to learn more about his place in the world.
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Post by WebMonkey on Jan 22, 2013 15:56:20 GMT -6
Under spent points. 7 freebie points remaining from flaws unaccounted.
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Post by WebMonkey on Jan 22, 2013 16:45:03 GMT -6
approved for play
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