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Post by ninetoes on Jan 24, 2013 21:06:05 GMT -6
 | NAME: | Aileen 'Lena' Sperling | | DEED NAME: | Hrafn's Favored | AUSPICE: | Ragabash | BREED: | Homid | | CHRONICLE: | Hunters Hunted | TRIBE: | Get of Fenris | CONCEPT: | Mercenary |
| ATTRIBUTES | | | PHYSICAL | | SOCIAL | | MENTAL | | | STRENGTH: | 3 | CHARISMA: | 3 | PERCEPTION: | 4 | | DEXTERITY: | 4 Fast Reflexes | MANIPULATION: | 3 | INTELLIGENCE: | 2 | | STAMINA: | 3 | APPEARANCE: | 3 | WITS: | 4 |
| ABILITIES | | | ABILITIES | | SKILLS | | KNOWLEDGES | | | ALERTNESS: | 2 | ANIMAL KEN: | 0 | COMPUTER: | 0 | | ATHLETICS: | 3 | CRAFTS: | 0 | ENIGMAS: | 2 | | BRAWL: | 2 | DRIVE: | 0 | INVESTIGATION: | 2 | | DODGE: | 4 | ETIQUETTE: | 0 | LAW: | 0 | | EMPATHY: | 1 | FIREARMS: | 2 | LINGUISTICS: | 3 | | EXPRESSION: | 0 | LEADERSHIP: | 0 | MEDICINE: | 0 | | INTIMIDATION: | 2 | MELEE: | 4 | OCCULT: | 0 | | PRIMAL-URGE: | 3 | PERFORMANCE: | 0 | POLITICS: | 0 | | STREETWISE: | 0 | STEALTH: | 3 | RITUALS: | 2 | | SUBTERFUGE: | 3 | SURVIVAL: | 3 | SCIENCE: | 0 |
| MERITS | | Iron Will 5 | | None | | None | | None | | None |
| FLAWS | | Callous 4 | | No Partial Shift 1 | | None | | None | | None |
| BACKGROUNDS | | Resources 1 | | Rites 1 | | Pure Breed 3 | | None | | Garou Lore 2 | | Tribal Lore 2 | | Spirit Lore 2 |
| GIFTS | | Resist Pain | | Troll Skin | | Blur of the Milky Eye | | Obscure the Truth | | Persuasion | | Speech of the World | | Open Seal | | Spirit Speech | | None |
| RITES: |
0-Hunting Prayer
0-Greet the Moon
0-Prayer for the Prey
1-Rite of Cleansing
1-Rite of Wounding
1-Rite of Talisman Dedication
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| RENOWN | | TRAITS | | | GLORY | 2 | RAGE | 3 | | HONOR | 2 | GNOSIS | 4 | | WISDOM | 3 | WILLPOWER | 7 |
| Freebie Points Use | | Rage+2, 2 Points | | Gnosis+3, 6 Points | | Willpower+4, 4 Points | | Charisma+1, 5 Points | | Manipulation+1, 5 Points | | Appearance+1, 5 Points | | Perception+1, 5 Points | | Wits+1, 5 Points | | Fetish+3: Fang Dagger, 3 Points |
| GEAR | | Dedicated Clothes | | 9mm Pistol | | Combat Knife | | Bottle of Crazy Glue | | Small Hand Mirror |
| AGE: | 27 | HEIGHT: | 5'8" | WEIGHT: | 126lbs | | EYE COLOR: | Deep Blue | HAIR COLOR: | Dirty Blonde | BIRTH MARKS: | None | | TATTOOS: | Nordic runes down her spine, ending in a mjolnirs hammer at the small of her back | SCARS: | Balefire burn scar on back right shoulder, claw marks on left hip |
| DESCRIPTION: | Aileen is lean and wirey with compact muscle tone. Her hair is dirty blond, almost white at the lightest from being in the sun and she wears it in braids and dreads. She carries herself with confidence and aloofness. She's light on her feet, even when not trying to sneak and typically dresses for function over form. Form fitting tank tops, sports bra's and rugged jeans or canvas cargos. |
| BACKGROUND: | Aileen was born and raised in Seattle. Growing up, Aileen did alright in school, but her father still found excuses to hit her. She tried to do well but it seemed she was always on the wrong end of his anger. By the time she was in middle school she had grown distant and started lashing out at other students and teachers. She started getting into fights with other girls, and sometimes the boys. She grew cold and distant to everyone around her, except her younger brother Michael. When she was twelve, she was suspended from school. While at home her father turned on her again, and she faught back, scratching and kicking. He kicked her in the gut and left her gasping on the floor, and then her father turned his attentions on her little brother. Two young to fight back, Michael could only cry and scream as he suffered abuse at his fathers hands. That was the last sound Aileen remembered before she woke up, covered in her fathers blood in the kitchen. The table was broken in two, the fridge torn open. Her father lay in a shredded heap just outside the kitchen door, Michael was holding himself in the closet, rocking back and forth.
When her mother got home, she didn't call the police, instead she made a hushed phone call and soon after three men showed up. One stayed behind and the other two took her to their car. She never got to say goodbye, she never knew if michael was alright. At the sept, she quickly learned that life was just as hard with the strange new people who said she would be living with them now. The other teens her age would fight each other, and she took her lumps trying to acclimate. She tried to escape twice, and was dragged back both times. She survived as a cub, some of the other kids there didn't. For her Rite of Passage, she had to travel with a group of cubs into the umbral to destroy a small nest of Banes. She distinguised herself by sneaking closer than the others and being the first to jump into the fray. Her cunning earned her her deed name.
She thought that as a cliath, she'd finally be free of the abuse, but learned that there were always a bigger wolf in the woods. Still, she found her usefulness in getting close to the enemy and killing quickly and quietly. She learned to pick her fights, and hide from what she couldn't outsmart. When she was respected enough for Fostern, she challenged a Fostern philodox to recognize her. He demanded she prove her worth as a warrior, not just as a scout. She joined a short term pack, enlisting an Ahroun and a Theurge on her quest and together they took down a Wyrmbeast that had been thriving in the wastes around the Seattle public landfill. She ripped one of the talons from the things claws as a trophy and at the next moot when she Recognized as Fostern, the sept gave the talon back to her as a fang dagger, imbued with a spirit of pain.
Aileen had joined packs temporarily from time to time, but hasn't found a long term purpose. Free from ties to her sept, she left for Hunters Hunted after hearing about the growing sept to find glory and blood.
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Post by ninetoes on Jan 24, 2013 21:07:35 GMT -6
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Post by WebMonkey on Jan 25, 2013 6:19:27 GMT -6
approved for play
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