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Post by Da Boss on Jul 13, 2020 21:43:38 GMT -5
It is a simple fact of life for the garou that not everybody can live and work around a Sept all of the time. Different personalities, different goals, or maybe just trying to find a little piece of Gaia to call your own; whatever the reason, sometimes, it is better to stake your claim and live away from the Septs. This doesn't mean you're turning your back on Gaia, and it doesn't mean that you're not a member of the Protectorate. After all, a protectorate is a much larger area than a few Septs, it is all of the spaces in between those Septs, and all of the land claimed by those Septs as well. It isn't like the entire country can be covered in Caerns.
In this thread you will see the NPCs that do not live and work constantly at one of the three Septs. 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 13, 2020 23:16:35 GMT -5
The McCoys
Fianna... Bone Gnawer... Children of Gaia... You know what, these are the kinfolk. If you don't have Pure Breed, and are from Kentucky, you're related to them
Many people are aware of the famous feud between the Hatfields and the McCoys. What not everyone knows is that one side, at least, in the feud have always been kinfolk. Their founding father, William McCoy, was one of the first Fianna to move to Kentucky. Since then there have been so many political alliances between the other tribes that not even the McCoys really know who is Fianna, who is a Bone Gnawer, who is a Child of Gaia, who is a Shadow Lord, who is a Get of Fenris, or really what tribe any of them might be. The only thing that is known for sure is that there aren't any Silver Fangs, Uktena, Wendigo, Stargazers, or Red Talons in their ranks... They think.
While the feud that made the family famous seems to have ended, that has in no way removed the political might of this family from the protectorate. If anything, it has strengthened it, as they have been consolidating power in the area North of Moon Bow for over a hundred years without anyone to stop it from happening. When it comes to the garou, you can't get anything done in North Eastern Kentucky without the approval of the McCoy Family, or risk their ire. And that is something that few are willing to do. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 13, 2020 23:25:24 GMT -5
Daddy Cleetus
Fianna Kinfolk (They checked)
The current head of the McCoy Family is a Fianna Kinfolk with a long white beard, longer white hair, and a rifle that dwarfs them both. Often found lounging around the front porch of the McCoy Homestead, Daddy Cleetus has finally made it in this world. His children are grown, have given him grandchildren and great-grandchildren, he has family that supports him, and he gets to spend his days in an alcohol induced stupor while claiming to "guard" the family lands. Life is finally good.
But, underneath the surface, there is something brewing. Sure, things look good for him now, but he lost a lot of family in the Moon Bow Folly. While the garou, including the Get of Fenris and the King himself, claim to have been on the front lines of the Wyrm's sneak attack, Daddy Cleetus knows the truth; the Wyrm didn't come from nowhere. The first, and hardest, place hit was the McCoy Homestead and it was only in a fighting retreat that he was able to keep any of his family alive. They were promised protection and defense by the garou, they were promise that they were special, but when the Wyrm caim, it was the kinfolk that died on the front lines. For now, he seems content to let this small fact be, and act as the dutiful kinfolk. But the smart money says that there will be a reckoning. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 13, 2020 23:35:44 GMT -5
Jed Houston
Bone Gnawer Kinfolk
While it may be the McCoys that have gained the majority of fame throughout the United States, the Bloodied Ground Protectorate know that they aren't the only ones that demand a great deal of respect in the area. The long, white, braided beard of Jed Houston sits at the head of the table of another one of the power players in garou politics: the Haws Family. Taken to living life by sitting on his front porch whistling while whittling or whistling a tune while cleaning his rifle, Jed Houston may seem like he's doing all in his power to copy Daddy Cleetus of the McCoys, but don't let him hear you suggest that. He hasn't lived nearly the cushy life that those mountain dwelling McCoys have had. Sure, the McCoys were on the front lines of the Moon Bow War, but it is the Haws Family that defends the Southern Border of the protectorate across the Tennessee Line.
To hear him tell it, Jed has lost more children to the war than Cleetus has ever birthed. He's lost more family than the McCoys have ever had, since coming to Kentucky. He is proud of what his family has managed to scrape together. They're still here, while the other families primp and preen for the King, or pretend they are serving the garou while baking and growing. The truth is, Jed makes sure that every Haws can fire a weapon before they can walk, and most have killed their first man before hitting double digits. Life is hard on the frontier of the fight, and Jed wouldn't have it any other way. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 14, 2020 0:45:46 GMT -5
Mary Grace and Otis Buford
Black Fury Kinfolk
Despite the large number of lupus Black Furies in the protectorate, there is still a single pocket of their homid kinfolk a few hours North of Mammoth's Rage that conduct a small little... Town isn't the right word, because that implies that there's something there more than a single store. However, it is there, and it is on the map, and they do actually get a great deal of tourists to their tiny little whatever it is called. The reason they get so many tourists? That's easy; Mary Grace and Otis Buford. They aren't coming to see the Bufords, though. They're coming to see the Bufords' idea in action. You see, it was the Bufords that formed the brain trust behind Rabbit Hash, and it was the Bufords that first nominated a Red Talon as the mayor of the town.
What started off as a joke that was in rather poor taste, and could have potentially lead to the Veil Breach to end all Veil Breaches has now turned into a phenomenon that is tracked across the world. Every election year, the entire town of Rabbit Hash come out with their dogs, and enter them all into the mayoral race. However, Blood in the Water, through the Bufords, make sure that entire town is already aware of who the winner is going to be; one of the Red Talons from Mammoth's Rage. Nobody is quite sure how the lucky (or unlucky) Red Talon is chosen, but they soon find themselves living with the Bufords, taking up the bedrooms that their children once held, for the next four years. For their part in all of this, the Bufords welcome the young lupus into their home and treat him or her with the utmost respect and play gracious hosts. |
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Post by Da Boss on Jul 14, 2020 1:04:53 GMT -5
Dylan Thomas
Glass Walker Kinfolk
One of the few, if really any, Glass Walker kinfolk that is considered welcome at Stag's Heart, Dylan is a businessman that owns a small Crossfit Gym and Nutrition Center in Lexington and makes the odd appearance down at Stag's Heart. Perhaps it is because he doesn't seem to act like he's from another century, or perhaps it is because he does provide useful information to the leadership of the Sept about the goings on in Lexington and within the political realms of the state, but the elders have decided that they rather like the young man. Then again, the fact that he's easy on the eyes, and a number of the elders do enjoy his visits more than their male counterparts might have something to do with it.
For his part, Dylan seems more than happy to help out as often as he can, when ever he can. He has been known to, on specifically scheduled days, drive all the way down to Moon Bow to relay information as well. He hasn't made it out to Mammoth's Rage yet, but that might be simply his attempts at staying alive. Other than that, he seems like he was raised by kinfolk who are clearly in the know, and who raised him to treat all garou with respect and deference, while at the same time finding a way to make himself useful to their cause. |
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Post by QueenB on Jul 15, 2020 22:08:23 GMT -5
Rosa Lee McCready Everyone's pretty sure she's Gnawer kin, but no one's ever really been sure where Rosa Lee McCready popped up from one day, blending right in at one of the kin parties, shotgunning beers, sitting in anyone's lap who'd let her take a hit or two of their joint, and bending over for anyone who showed her a little attention.
That was 2 kids ago, and now the 19 year old mother of two of the most rambunctious non McKinney kids in the area can still be seen at nearly every party but most are more wary about the random hookups. Rumors have circulated about who the father of her children are, and it's often wondered if that's who seems to regularly beat her ass, but this is about as confirmed as where she came from to begin with. Some think they have it narrowed down while others just try to avoid catching crabs when she comes slinking along with a black eye looking to score a few hand outs and a good time.
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Post by QueenB on Jul 15, 2020 22:19:04 GMT -5
Jacklynn and "Pooter" McCready
Always together, Smoking, drinking, and fighting are among the issues that plague the McCready duo that anyone can prove, and there are whispers that there have been random pets and animals all over their trailer park that have gone missing. Some say that the kids are too young to have crashed that stolen car into the barn down the road, but there are a few that could swear they saw midgets running from the scene in the middle of the night, not that their mother seems to notice much or care what kind of trouble they're up to.
"Poor Pooter" seems to be a phrase heard more often than not as the tubby little mute seems to be securely under Jacklynn's thumb, and the children's status of 'being home-schooled' isn't doing them any favors as neither one of them can read or do basic addition. Approach at your own risk if you see the pair of hellions around without their mother, and if you only see one of them, keep that third eye open.
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Post by QueenB on Jul 16, 2020 0:09:50 GMT -5
Candice "Candy" Lynn Taylor
The Daughter of Miss Milly, Candy Lynn is a kinfolk few want to fuck with.
More baby daddy's than she has children, Candy Lynn is a spit fire kinfolk with a bad attitude and a meaner right hook. Kinfolk or not, this former (we think) meth addict has no qualms about stepping up to anyone who goes back on a deal with her mother or doesn't pay a debt by way of money or favors.
Not the brightest, she's a hell of an enforcer for her mother's unknown secret operations and most get out of the way when she shows up looking for someone. |
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