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Post by WebMonkey on Feb 8, 2013 21:38:50 GMT -6
| NAME: | Neil Martin | | DEED NAME: | None | AUSPICE: | Ragabash | BREED: | Homid | | CHRONICLE: | Hunters Hunted | TRIBE: | Bone Gnawers | CONCEPT: | Runaway Mouthy Twat |
| ATTRIBUTES | | | PHYSICAL | | SOCIAL | | MENTAL | | | STRENGTH: | 2 | CHARISMA: | 3 | PERCEPTION:Eyes Behind Head | 4 | | DEXTERITY: | 3 | MANIPULATION: | 2 | INTELLIGENCE: | 2 | | STAMINA: | 3 | APPEARANCE: | 2 | WITS:Snappy Retorts | 4 |
| ABILITIES | | | ABILITIES | | SKILLS | | KNOWLEDGES | | | ALERTNESS: | 2 | ANIMAL KEN: | 1 | COMPUTER: | 1 | | ATHLETICS: | 1 | CRAFTS: | 1 | ENIGMAS: | 0 | | BRAWL: | 2 | DRIVE: | 1 | INVESTIGATION: | 1 | | DODGE: | 2 | ETIQUETTE: | 0 | LAW: | 0 | | EMPATHY: | 1 | FIREARMS: | 2 | LINGUISTICS: | 0 | | EXPRESSION: | 1 | LEADERSHIP: | 0 | MEDICINE: | 1 | | INTIMIDATION: | 1 | MELEE: | 1 | OCCULT: | 1 | | PRIMAL-URGE: | 1 | PERFORMANCE: | 0 | POLITICS: | 0 | | STREETWISE: | 1 | STEALTH: | 1 | RITUALS: | 1 | | SUBTERFUGE: | 1 | SURVIVAL: | 2 | SCIENCE: | 0 |
| MERITS | | Ratkin Buddies (3) | | Cast Iron Stomach (1) | | Jack of All Trades (5) | | None | | None |
| FLAWS | | Absent Minded (3) | | Human Attention (1) | | Mixed Heritage (1) | | None | | None |
| BACKGROUNDS | | Contacts (1: pawnshop owner) | | Equipment (1: Street level drugs) | | Treasure (1) | | Favors (2: Bone Gnawer Fostern) | | None |
| Lore | | Garou Lore 2 | | Bone Gnawer Lore 2 | | Umbral Lore 1 | | None | | None |
| GIFTS | | Scent of Man (Breed) | | Open Seal (Auspice) | | Scent of Sweet Honey (Tribe) | | None | | None |
| RENOWN | | TRAITS | | | GLORY | 1 | RAGE | 4 | | HONOR | 1 | GNOSIS | 4 | | WISDOM | 1 | WILLPOWER | 7 |
| Freebie Points Use | | Rage 1 -> 4 (3 Points) | | Gnosis 1 -> 4 (6 Points) | | Willpower 4 -> 7 (3 Points) | | Appearance 1 -> 2 (5 points) | | None | | None | | None | | None | | None | | None |
| GEAR | | Backpack | | Bits, bobs, trash | | Disposable cellphone | | moped | | None |
| AGE: | 22 | HEIGHT: | 5'2" | WEIGHT: | 112 lbs | | EYE COLOR: | Blue | HAIR COLOR: | Dyed, bleached, dyed again | BIRTH MARKS: | None | | TATTOOS: | Stars on hip points | SCARS: | The normal sort from childhood and street life |
| DESCRIPTION: | His face wasn't pretty, certainly not after he shoved so many piercings into it. Between the rings on his lower lip, the bar in his tongue, and the plugs in his ears, it is questionable if he can manage to find many more places to shove metal through his body. At one point his hair had probably been brown, but the self inflicted mohawk was grown out, and the bleached out roots and koolade dyejob are starting to look pretty sorry. Scrawny in frame, he still has the wirey muscle of someone who walks everywhere they go, and the worn through shoes to prove it. He smells of the city, the filth of the street is ground into every article of his clothing and dirt sticks under his black painted nails. |
| BACKGROUND: | School is boring when your friends are all skipping it, so why bother going at all? After a while, couches are more comfortable than your own bed and booze makes for a great breakfast at around four in the afternoon when the man downstairs wants his rent money. But it is hard to get a job when you can't be assed to show up to that McDonalds gig after the first day, the manager was a tool anyway. There is this guy who lives under the bridge on fifth, and he is a pretty cool guy to hang out with, and the summer weather isn't so bad, so just hang out with him at night. Begging is for crippled vets and women with eight kids, you would be surprised how many people leave their ipods just sitting there on the dash of their car, cops don't respond to car alarms anyway. It isn't a bad way to get through life until some crackhead pulls a knife on you when you are just trying to sell an o to some college guy. The Gnawers were nice though, cub stuff wasn't trouble, but the city is getting rough and more than a few people want money that isn't showing up any time soon. |
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Post by WebMonkey on Feb 8, 2013 22:28:28 GMT -6
Approved for play
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