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Post by Da Boss on Jul 9, 2020 9:08:50 GMT -5
In this thread you will see the garou NPCs of Moon Bow. Each NPC will have their own post that will be edited by the staff as the game goes on to reflect the changes that the happen over time, including the removal and addition of posts as NPCs come and go.
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 9, 2020 9:41:00 GMT -5
Martin "Holds Falcon's Favor" Chandler
Athro Theurge of the Children of Gaia
Martin is not a young man by any estimation. There is grey in his hair, he moves slowly, his face has wrinkles that are more than coming in, and his eyes have taken on that quality of looking at things without actually seeing them as he perceives something else entirely. There are those men that you look at, and you can just tell that there was a beautiful person there once, before the world tore them down. That would be an apt description of Martin, had the world not torn him down, stomped on him, spit in his face, and then told him that it was his job to lead now. He always seems to be exhausted and worn out from the pressures placed upon him by his duties as the Alpha of Moon Bow. Beyond that, he is a theurge that wears more than his fair share of battle scars. He is a survivor of the last two invasions of the Wyrm into the Bloodied Ground, and was one of the individuals called upon to interpret the visions sent by Black Unicorn.
"Holds Falcon's Favor" is regarded across the protectorate as a true master of spiritualism. He is a Child of Gaia who has somehow seemed to gain the favor of every one of the sept totems and many of the tribal totems in the area. As such, he seems to always have his eyes looking through the gauntlet and never seems to be fully in the present unless he must be. The boy who once had a welcoming smile and a kind word for everyone has become the man who carries the weight of the world upon his shoulders and is unwilling to let it break him. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 17, 2020 23:22:44 GMT -5
"Big" Zeke "Two Ton" Bishop
Adren Ragabash of the Children of Gaia
Zeke has always been a big boy, ever since he was born. Becoming a garou didn't change that one bit. Then again, that's why people have always called him Big Zeke. The garou known as Two Ton has earned that deedname over and over again for the manner in which his enemies tend to find themselves buried beneath a rock slide, or trampled by a herd of black unicorns, or generally crushed any way he can think of when he can't be the target of their attack; a true master of ambushes. Those that know the truth however know that he earned the name from his terrible puns that supposedly can crush his enemies beneath their weight.
Nobody is quite sure how he ended up getting himself declared the Keeper of the Land after the Great Moon Bow War. It is rumored that somewhere, within his firey heart, Black Unicorn has a soft spot for the ragabash's jests. Some how, using laughter which is more often than not self depreciating, the man has managed to get most of the spirits in the area to agree with him and accept his odd mannerisms. There are some that are still convinced he had to pull some mighty favors to get them to allow him to set up a small children's pool in the bawn for him to lounge in while he's not working. Then again, many of the spiritual herd of unicorns that roam the umbral landscape can be seen stealing a drink from the pool when they have manifested during moots, so who knows. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 18, 2020 0:06:49 GMT -5
Tammie "Fells the Mighty" Haws
Fostern Ahroun of the Bone Gnawers
The Haws family is known for spitting out some of the meanest, toughest, no-nonsense, take a kick in the teeth and keep on swinging fighters of the protectorate, and Feels the Mighty is no exception. She showed up one day with an axe slung over her shoulder, itching for a fight. After taking down some banes that had wandered in a little too close from the mines not too far away, Holds Falcon's Favor was quick to find any way that he could to keep the young Bone Gnawer around. Sure, the woman was a little rough around the edges, but what Bone Gnawer isn't?
The spitfire that she is still doesn't look like your typical Warder, or even your typical ahroun. Then again, with so many of the ahrouns dead after the War, having any around that know what they're doing is a blessing. Even if you have to deal with their disrespect for those that haven't shown that they can best the rage filled pipsqueak of a woman. Nobody is quite sure how Holds Falcon's Favor managed to best her, although he's certainly seen his fair share of fighting over the years that it isn't out of the realm of possibility. All that's really known about their arrangement is that she is given almost completely free reign over how the bawn is defended as long as it doesn't alter the spiritual landscape enough to bother the Keeper of the Land. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 18, 2020 0:33:01 GMT -5
Jessie "Dreams in Technicolor" Wheeler
Fostern Theurge of the Children of Gaia
There are those who say that the Children of Gaia are all hippies. There are some that say they run around everywhere with Rainbows. There are some who say that the Children of Gaia are more concerned with saving lives than fighting the Wyrm. These are all images that the Children of Gaia of the Sept of the Moon Bow have fought hard to remove over the past thirty years. Then, along came Jessie Wheeler, and turned all of that on its head. Here came a drug using, rainbow colored, hippy-like garou that was still willing to get in the mix, wave his rebel flag, and get ready to defend the redneck. And to this day people still don't know what to do with him.
One thing is true about Dreams in Technicolor, the man can crank out talens like he's a machine. That's part of the reason he ended up becoming the Master of Rites originally. He was the only garou that could make them fast enough to meet the price of being taught more rituals from Holds Falcon's Favor. The Alpha was forced to admit that, either his rules applied to everybody, or else he was just as bad about playing favorites as any other Alpha. That is one lesson that the Alpha has learned well. Yes, Jessie is a quick learner and tends to pick up on rituals quickly. However, some people (especially the garou known for using fistfulls of hallucinogens at once to appropriately see the vision quests that are being sent to him) should not be given so much power and control that the Alpha himself loses some authority within his own Sept. Lesson learned. Still, when it comes to knowing rituals and the right and wrong says to manipulate the spiritual with them, there are few that are the equal of Dreams in Technicolor. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 21, 2020 20:48:59 GMT -5
Benny "The Wildcat"
Fostern Galliard of the Bone Gnawers
Not much is really known about Benny. He wandered into the Sept one day, and went from person to person until he found someone in the bawn that would listen to him. Granted, there aren't many that were very willing at first, due to his rather odd looks. It is generally believed that the blue skinned individual is a metis of the Bone Gnawers that was sired somewhere in the Hollers and that his mother and father are still attempting to keep the ordeal under wraps and that's why he won't really talk about where he's from. Although that's really a shame, because there are few in the entire protectorate with a voice like his; his songs, howls, and stories have managed to captivate just about everyone that has had the pleasure to listen to them.
Over the past several years, The Wildcat (a 'deedname' only in the fact that he has accomplished the deed of being born with skin that is a lightly tinted shade of blue) has managed to impress many with his sound reasoning skills. At first, many believed him to be blessed by Luna's Half Face, but they have come to know the truth. In the end, the elders decided it must have been because he grew up as a metis, living one life with his family and another with the Sept that blessed him with the slow and methodical manner in which he comes to decisions. They decided to take the chance on him, and he has served well as the Master of Challenges for the past several years. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 26, 2020 19:59:28 GMT -5
Tommy "Fireball" Robbins
Fostern Ahroun of the Bone Gnawers
There are few people that have learned to understand the drawl that is Fireball speaking without putting in the time and effort to actually learn his unique form of hill billy slang and missing teeth lisp. However, those lucky few that have managed to learned to understand him claim that the head of the pack of guardians for Moon Bow is perhaps one of the most delightful people to be around. Always quick with a laugh, or a joke, just a friendly hug, is a loveable character that many believe was granted the position of guardian merely because of how he gets along with everybody more than his actual ability to serve within that position. They are completely wrong in that assessment, but they will learn that on their own if given time.
Fireball takes his job very seriously. Well, as seriously as a Bone Gnawer takes anything. He has always lived his life with the motto of, "Live hard, play hard, die hard," and from the looks of things he is living up to creed every day. When not out on patrols, the pack alpha can often be found with a bottle of Fireball in hand (although nobody is quite sure who provides this since he has no real kinfolk to support him) and there are many rumors that flow through the protectorate that his deed name is somehow associated with the drink. (Something about a bottle of Fireball, a lighter, a dry rag, and some frat boys wandering too close to places in the bawn they shouldn't be.) Then again, there are also rumors that it has something to do with him being the last unfortunate soul to hit on Boom-Boom during a diplomatic mission to Stag's Heart. Whatever the reason, he is always willing to share a drink with anybody that has a story to tell, or problems to hear. The advice isn't always sound, but then again, most Bone Gnawers aren't sound either. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 26, 2020 20:21:10 GMT -5
Burt "Bo" "Duality of Spirit" Dean
Cliath Philodox of the Children of Gaia
Many people aren't quite what to make of "Bo." Then again, the Children of Gaia that tend to come out of the Sept of the Moon Bow are a little odd anyway, but Bo tends to take that to a whole new level. Then again, at a Sept where there is what equates to a giant hotel in the middle of your bawn, having someone that's a little odd around to deal with things isn't really that out of the ordinary. Bo's particular brand of specialty, which seems right at home with his skunk pattern died hair, is to simple talk people in circles to the point they're more confused when he's finished than they ever thought they could be in their life. This particular trick has actually served the Guardians well on more than one occasion as Bo has managed to convince people that they needed to be headed in completely different directions (away from places they should get too near) even if the maps, compasses, and gps systems were completely accurate. He has even once managed to convince a group of hikers that they had wandered into some kind of backwater church service by "baptizing" his packmates in the river. (To this day nobody is quite certain where he learned enough of of a Southern Baptist baptism to be believable, but there are some things you just don't ask.)
While Bo has managed to impress his alpha enough that he is generally considered to be the second in command of the pack, there is something about him that a number of the spirits in the area just don't seem to like. For some reason, he just doesn't seem to get the same recognition from them as many others do for completing the same tasks. Rumors and whispers have begun spreading that he might even be a metis that has found a way to hide his spiritual disfigurement from the Sept, but that the spirits themselves are aware of his true birth. Then again, it is just as likely that they've taken offense to his numerous Christian Patches that he's sewn onto his jacket. Nobody seems to be in too much of a rush to discover the truth; he does his job well and that is good enough for now. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 26, 2020 20:49:43 GMT -5
Caleb "Calm of the White Waters" Holcomb
Fostern Galliard of the Children of Gaia
The unofficial head of the Holcomb family at the Sept is also a member of the pack that guards Moon Bow. Very little is known about Calm of the White Waters, outside of the stories that he sometimes tells of the deeds of his packmates at moots. While he's not a particularly shy individual, there are just some things that he doesn't want to talk about and simply won't speak if they are brought up; the inner workings of his family being one of those. The bearded mountain man of the pack simply likes to keep his private life rather private and that is generally accepted by most at the Sept.
What is known is that he is a dedicated guardian of the Sept, who has managed to often lure away unsuspecting people from wandering down certain hiking trails when rituals are being performed in those parts of the bawn by pulling out his guitar and holding impromptu concerts in various places around the state park. While he's not quite ready for the "big times" yet, he is talented enough at playing and his voice is pure enough to attract attention and draw people towards him rather than pushing them away. He can often be found with his packmates just sitting and playing idly while working on some new song or tune that he plans to use the next time that his particular brand of guiding people away is needed. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 26, 2020 22:40:28 GMT -5
Buster "Wild Thing" James
Cliath Ragabash of the Bone Gnawers
Wild Thing is exactly the kind of Bone Gnawer that many in the protectorate have come to both love and fear from that tribe. He is a hard drinking, hard partying, salt of the Earth man who tends to always think of himself first and others second. How he managed to worm his way into the good graces of Holds Falcon's Favor is still a matter of some debate around the Sept. Then again, with garou populations still rebounding from the Great Moon Bow War, sometimes you take what you can get, and then hope that it will be enough.
Still, he has proved himself time and again as one of the best Ragabashes that the Sept has to offer. Nobody is quite sure how he manages to always know what's about to happen at the Sept before it happens. Some have rumored that he's stolen some kind of secrets from other tribes, while others say it is because he has his fingers in every pie that he can get his hands on and knows everybody's business. Whatever the truth might be, he has become one of Fireball's most trusted agents bcause he always seems to know when trouble is about to strike well before any of the others at the Sept. |
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