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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Jul 18, 2020 14:35:03 GMT -5
Feel free to read and enjoy any of the below. What you cannot do, is assume that any of the below are known to your character without specific approval during character creation. Now... this approval is not super hard to get. Do you have a supernatural ally? Are you a member of the specific Fera/Bete? Do you have a complicated and convoluted character concept that has worn the Staff Down to a nub while somehow obtaining approval? Congrats!
The information provided is what is available with simple approval. Should you be in a position to have any of the below characters as a mate, mentor, or rival; then you may warrant more information and that will be provided. Obviously in game actions can similarly supply more information, relevant to your nasty personal goals or not. Further, the NPC's listed below are by no means the only characters from each breed in the state... only the ones most known or likely to be known. Keep that in mind when you make assumptions or filthy, filthy personal plans. The Fera use the OOC boards as propaganda as well.
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Jul 20, 2020 23:52:49 GMT -5
The Black King (Corax Monarch of the River Valley)
Irregardless of what myth's you have heard, or what propaganda you believe or don't or whatever, The Black King matters. The aloof, yet powerful leader of the Corax appeared as just a whisper in the late 80's. By the end of the Grunge Era, there was not a murder nor a nest in the protectorate that did not know of him. The Black King represents a breed of Corax that is once in a generation. All actions of all ravens, and many of the spirits they ally with, seem to revolve around the Kings wishes. All shiny stashes are taxed, and all secrets are shared. To ask for assistance from the Ravens is to appease The Black King.
Or... so they say. If you are not a Corax, the power and presence of The Black King does not seem as evident. Or, more correctly, it can seem just like dealing with any other eccentric flock of birds. Maybe they are a little more superstitious, and maybe they seem a little more paranoid, but otherwise... shrug. For the Corax though, it is a real name and it represents a real power. Local murders gather under his protection. Those in high regards take ranks and titles referencing pieces of a chess board in homage to the mythical Raven. Intricate plots and esoteric rituals are performed in his name, while territories are left empty as offering. When a young raven is brash enough to demand to see or meet him, the fear and warnings they receive drip with authenticity.
So what is the reality of the Black King? Does it even matter? The effects on the world are what they are, and the Corax of Kentucky are what they are. Even if the mythical Corax is just that, a myth, that myth colors and influences everything across the Bloodied Ground through its telling. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:03:20 GMT -5
Ch-Chu-ChuckSurvivor of the Griffin's Lies OOC NOTE: The First Paragraph is for Ratkin ONLY. The rest fall under the above listed disclaimers.Chuck is a Mnemetic Trauma passed through the Blood Memory. He only spawns within the Western Swarm, and is treated with great respect and reverence. In more recent years, young Ratkin have challenged one another (anytime a Chuck dies) for the right to carry the Meme forward for the Swarm. If the current Chuck is to die and another catches the Memory Virus, they will be Ch-Chu-Chuuha-Chuck. When near a Chuck, all Ratkin of the Western Swarm can roll an extra dice when executing pack tactics.Chuck is the old rat with the old stories and the old ways. Among the Western Swarm, Chuck is the link between the old and the new, teaching the young and sharing food with the old. In the years that come, some will question how such a boring, normal looking lil rodent could be capable of such charisma and reverence, and yet here we are. Chuck began life stealing cat food from a tractor repair barn in Ownesboro, KY. The little Knife Skulker to be was one of many and was not much different from any other member of his swarm. His first winter was pretty nasty, and Chuck found himself sick and his swarm freezing in the sleet. When he awoke from a week of starvation and fever, Chuck did his best to survive, eating his kin, and pushing on. The great rat of his fevers did not leave, and the chittering will of the delusion became Chucks own. By the time spring came, Chuck was ready to find the true swarm, his belly stuffed with neighborhood cats and stray dogs.Today, Chuck is a grown rat, making his momma proud. Totally invested in his new swarm, building new nests with each new mate, caring for each surviving child as if he knew their names, eating none of them. Truly a paragon of fatherhood. He spends a good amount of his time mentoring Knife Skulkers, teaching each the names of all surviving Garou which might have possibly crossed the rats. The rest of his time is spent teaching the Ratkin how to properly stalk oath-breakers, which family members to kidnap, how to kill to make a point, and how to kill in silence. Finally, he is the single greatest resource for learning how to kill wolves. Not Garou, but wolves. Why you ask? Well spend some time with Chuck, and he will fill you in on how important that skill really is for a true son of Rat. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:06:33 GMT -5
Officer "ja'her'me'Boy" Ismynameavid cosplayer and veteran of the force Life is easy for Officer. Besides spending an hour every morning carefully ironing and steaming his costume, Officer's real job is to simply walk and drive around extorting things. As a true rat of the future, this middle aged rat sees it as his job to simply find ways to turn man against themselves. Let's be honest, it's easy, and the fact that it took an underachiever of the Rat Race to latch onto this con only shows how hard the Rats make it for themselves. A typical day for Officer is filled with walking out of gas stations with free coffee, insisting fast food restaurants give him the "real" discount or "standard" complementary meal. This works real damn well if the workers are young and timid. When his rage is up, he loves to roll through poor areas, and ask businesses for donations to the Fraternal Order of Police, an organization with a long memory. When really feeling his Jazz, he goes head on and knocks on doors in middle class areas, and suggests the area is about to be swept for a man hunt, and perhaps the owners of the house should go elsewhere before they can't go anywhere. Officer is a hero to the Swarm. His discounts and life like costumes allow him to provide food and resources for a pack down on it's luck, and more than once he has been the one to 'hall off' the odd ratkin or ratkin'kin from the scene of a crime. The beauty of it, is not how great of an actor he is, but how little people look at him. In fact, he has been doing this same con for so long, he actually knows and hangs out with police and other first respondents when they are off work. He uses this time to soak up info like names, dates, important numbers, and dirt secrets. Not to waste his authority voice, Officer has a back up EMT costume, a Firefighters get up, and even a Marines NCO uniform. When he comes across some offer or bribe he doesn't necessarily need, Officer is smart enough to give it to a cousin or swarm sibling. Truly, Officer has turned his gift into a bounty for the 40-2-75 Swarm. Recently, however, Officer has been singled out for not evolving. Sure he is an elected member of his local Home Owners Association. Sure he earns extra cash by being the 'resource officer on call' in his gated community. And yes, he collects free 'off duty' checks from Rupp Arena for security services no one can prove or disprove he performed. This isn't enough for the powers that be within the ol' Rat Race. He has been given the chore of finding ways to improve his game, and find ways to utilize his preferred subterfuge against the enemies of the Swarm. Sadly, Officer is not very creative (despite his acting gifts), and has struggled to expand beyond his current methods. Should a more creative Rat assist him in meeting this challenge, they would certainly have the favor of a respected rat to spend. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:08:26 GMT -5
Moses "Amka" Purata Qualmi Student and Lore Seeker?
Guess who lied his way into the University of Kentucky and loves White Girls. This Guy! Sure, life in the Native People town of Port de Pascellie, Nova Scotia was... fun? But once Moses changed, things changed. A year with Cigar Solemon taught young Moses in more ways then one. And the underachieving native decided to just cheat and grift his way through high school. By the time his Mentor rolled on, and he had graduated, the world was just way, way fucking bigger than rural Canada. Using some of the history Cigar Solomon taught him, he made a few plays among the few spirits he knew, and before long, he was an International Student of note from his tribe. Hugging mom, high fiving dad, and packing a bag full of cool clothes and condoms... Lil Moses headed off to Kentucky.
Being a player on campus was easy for the exotic Lynx. Unlike other students his age, he had gifts, he had cats blessing, and he had a plan. Learning card tricks, pick up arts, and dating tips from the biggest spirit pimps of all time, Moses became THE 'experiencing new things' that undergraduates thought their parents were talking about. As big an impression as he made on debutantes, it was the school that wasn't impressed. Apparently, their little international wonder student wasn't quite the token diamond in the rough they were paying for. The Anthropology department was not happy. The scholarship ends, then the college ends, the college ends, and the experimental white girls are gone. That would not do.
Moses was not going to study, but he had a real problem. SO this riddle needed solving, and this little Lynx decided to return to the roots of his con. Finally reaching out to the Fera around him, and getting a few spirits to fill him in, he accidentally began to mature as one of Gaia's own. Most Shifters in the Lexington area have bumped into and been asked to do something for, Moses. He is quick to make a deal, but slow to pay (after all he is busy, getting busy), but he does pay. Further, this little bastard has a raw talent for making the impossible, possible. Maybe it is Lynx magic, maybe it is the power of naive confidence, maybe he is inspired to greatness by something more personal? Who knows, but he has talent.
Now that he has entered his sophomore year, it is fair to say that his luck, and his stupidity has actually turned Moses into something of a useful ally. His knack with people, and his bizarre intuition can (and has) bare fruit. Knowing Moses makes you one degree of Kevin Bacon away from a network of loose friends that can make things happen in the cities of Kentucky. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:12:08 GMT -5
Aliya "Lenore" Jefferson The Queens Knight On her 16th Birthday, this Fort Knox native ran away from home and attended college in Louisville. By the time her mother noticed, the Corax known as Lenore was 18, and had already returned and left with her siblings. After hiding them away in kin safe havens, she graduated, enrolled in Patterson School of Diplomacy at UK. By the age of 21, Lenore was an internationally ranked chess grandmaster, a member (and reformer) of Mensa, a junior professor of Economics at the Gatton Buisness School at UK, a DNC volunteer strategist, and the head of a pack of regional Corax known as the NightsWatch (after an obscure fantasy series). She was the closest thing to an expert in Vampire territories and methods of corruption expansion. Her pack is the single greatest resource for Endron corporate behaviors and tactics. More recently people have begun calling her the Queens Knight, and she has taken up the lead on identifying new methods and weapons to be used against the Wyrm.She is smart, sure, but Lenore possesses something that most Corax strive for, but few achieve. She possesses the ability to never stop. She is an engine of change and progress which simply does not stop, and will not be befuddled, and will not compromise. For many young Fera, she serves as something of an inspirational leader. Amongst Corax, many see her as an example of the next generation rising up to the challenges of the future. For the Garou of Kentucky, she is a disrespectful, wretched little bitch that need being taken down a notch. See... Lenore does not play well with wolves. She also cares very little about hurting their feelings, very often seeing anything remotely conservative or traditional or Garou, as part of the reason the Wyrm is winning. And she says it loud and she says it often. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:14:53 GMT -5
Willis of the 2nd Amen! MintProtector of Liberty, Savior of OUR culture, Golfer, Billie of Writes, Self Made, Not Impotent, Not Insecure Willis emerged from a charnel house right outside of Murray, KY at age 11. The only survivor of a tiny accident, in which the families "religious" rattlesnakes escaped their divine enclosure and found the entire family, and two of the neighboring families, to be lacking in faith. The foster parents, all 12 of them, insisted that Willis needed more attention than they could give, and his presence might have represented a danger to the other children. At age 14, Willis won a large settlement in court when the youth facility he was living in, allowed Willis to catch, 'something' that was guessed to be the plague. Due to the exceptionally large number of accidents this facility experienced, it eventually closed, meaning that at age 18, Willis was allowed to leave state care. His settlement fell into his control, and Willis moved on, disappearing for a few years.He has been associated with a few zines, and occasionally a pretty strange article here or there. Otherwise, he was something of a ghost. This might be why no one connected the dots. Willis was showing up at estate sales, armory vault liquidations, gun shows, and court days, purchasing guns for a collection no one ever questioned. The guns were not stockpiled though, oh no. They were sold, purchased, and resold. Somehow, Willis manifested his inner capitalist and was one of the largest movers/shakers in the arms sales of the 'Collectors' market. His wealth grew from spreading forgotten crime scene weapons across Mexican borders, helping sub political groups acquire weapons to enforce their religious and political agendas. He was a shadow broker with a wide network, a one man wallstreet of firearms for anyone with an agenda. Then he met the Mistress.A rail thin man in a suit purchased from a dead pastor wiped yellow eyes clean with leather gloves. He entered the basement of the Jackson farmhouse more paranoid than normal, but willing to hear the prophet of the southern swarm out. Two hours later, he was having a shawshank moment in the backyard, openly weeping and screaming to the heavens, naked except for the beautiful stars and stripes pulled tight around his body. Since then, he has become even more active, funneling funds into the Cult of the Mistress, and openly signing his name to his manifestos and pamphlets. Today, the underfed and frantic Willis has begun teaching his trade to younger rats, ones selected by Mistress Sister Mary Reich Cock. He has slowly grown in importance within the swarm through this partnership, and some whisper they are lovers. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:20:18 GMT -5
Oneida "Sorrow for the Forgotten" DeepskyPumanca Seeker of Lost Things Some kitties do not like to be social. But we know cats, and even if they don't like it... if there is profit in it... they will do it. Oneida is a definite ferner, and she has not made any effort to fix that. Any mention of the Wildcats gets a remark about Florida Football, or Oaklahoma Basketball, followed by a grin that says, "it ain't a joke.". This little 'personality quirk' of hers goes for EVERYTHING. You like Halloween? She prefers Dios de los Muertos. You like Harry Potter? She knows white people like YA Star Wars. Beer Fan? New England Ciders are better. You get the picture? SO then where does the social come in? Well, she might be in a personal business style relationship with anyone that wants something. All that adversarial posturing goes part in parcel with one of the most talented occult guns for hire on The Bloodied Ground. Need some extra muscle for a dangerous meet up? Need someone to chase down a spirit that is ghosting your summons? Need a possible Pentex shadow guy to speak to you from the trunk of a car? She is there. For a girl that never finished junior high on the rez, and fucked over her ex in Miami for a suitcase full of money and a Vintage Charger, this Cougar is one of the most quick on her feet, resourceful Gaians out there. You just gotta deal with her attitude.
Oneida was born on an Oklahoma rez, where she knew the game was rigged from the beginning. By the age of 16 she was already jumping state lines, and making her own way. She has little to no appetite for other peoples problems, unless she is paid to care. Quick to swap favors, build a string of IOU's, or simply get involved for mundane profit; the real question is... why has she stuck around for so long? She has been on the Bloodied Ground for almost 4 years now, and that is 2 years longer than any other place since she was a child. Even her allies don't know anymore about her than what rumors and Corax can provide. If you have work for her, and you don't mind paying for quality, she will see you soon, but don't expect much more than a head ache and a hand shake. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:24:44 GMT -5
Alejandro "Misser" Proudsong
Queens Rook
Alejandro was adopted by a Conservative Christian Family after being orphaned at age 5. Raising him "the best they knew how" and "with his best interests in mind", Alejandro spent his early teens uncertain if he ever spoke Spanish, insisting his first name was Joseph, and generally hating the dark skin he wore. It hurt when the other kids called him Jose'eph and laughed at his scars when he went swimming with his church group. When he turned 17, he was ready to kill himself, and had just finished writing his apology letter when everything changed. An Angel with Black Wings walked through the little mirror fixed in the middle of his crucifix. This divinely sent messenger offered an alternative. An alternative that was as honest as the sun, and as dangerous as the feelings already awakening within Alejandro. It took only 30 minutes before the two escaped into the night and never once has Alejandro looked back.Alejandro was a Corax, and his Angel was a talented young raven that had himself fled a nest just 4 years ago. By the time Alejandro turned 21, he had proven a name for himself, finding a purpose and a family more true than anything he had ever experienced. Alejandro was a true, true believer. A zealot, whos heart is now forged into the heart of a warrior. On his 25th birthday, he returned from a 3 year trip to the North County Protectorate for the Black King. Upon return, he married the love of his life and the two mates were gifted with a nest of eggs all their own by the Black King. The last two years have seen Alejandro become one of the fiercest forces of Corax solidarity around. He spends his time policing and educating ravens from afar or within the bloodied ground, on what is expected of them, and how they should behave. If the Corax have a secret police, Alejandro is the not so secret head of them. Many that knew him before he headed north speak of a deep, deep wound that he fills with his husband and his duty. The few that have suffered his personal attention speak of a cold detachment when he is displaying his frightening proficiency with violence. However, for those that witness him with his love and savior, or his children, cannot help but mention his warmth and radiant smile. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:25:38 GMT -5
Curtis "MistHome" Proudsong Kings Bishop Curtis was always a weird bird. Even as a lil featherless pink thing, he never shut up. The other birds would avoid him, for fear some owl or bobcat would find them. By the time he was hunting his own grasshoppers and roadkill, he was doing it mostly alone. The reasons for that were finally revealed to him around his 2nd Hatch Day. A great jet black bird hopped up to him and just began to inspect. After a few failed attempts to run away, and a very familiar but unnatural voice invaded his head, Curtis was learning everything he never expected about Helios and his new role in the greater sky. He didn't really question it. He just went with it, and learned he was actually weirdly good at it.When given the opportunity to find a similarly 'hatched' Corax, he welcomed the chance, finding himself as one of the single most effective spirit fetch shadows in the region. His life changed the day he met his future husband Alejandro. The pair started out like many other ravens in their position, mentor and student, eventually leading to being pack/flock mates. They worked well together and there was many a message, battle, skirmish and conspiracy the pair were involved in. However, when Alejandro left on behalf of the Black King, it was only then that Curtis realized what Alejandro already knew... they were in love. Curtis threw himself into two things... work and learning to be human. This was when Curtis Proudsong was truly born. Naming himself after two humans he deeply respected, and conducting his birdies business on two legs (and without wings), Curtis became a full creature. This was when the Black King gave him another role. He spent years learning the Garou, how they think, how they act, what they do. He learned their politics, he learned why they raged, and why the spirits still respected them. To this day, he can be seen walking around the McKinney estates one day, and passing out Fazzolies breadstixs around the MoonBow that same night. But do not kid yourself, he is not there to just be seen nor shake hands. Curtis is there to make sure the Garou of note are well aware of the Black Kings wishes. This is one of those positions that no one expected Curtis to ever fill, but now that he is there, they can't imagine anyone else in the role.
He is chatty, he is quirky, and he seems like the older/wiser man in any conversation. His threats sound like advice, and his advice sounds like your idea. When he leaves a negotiation, he always shakes hands, even if the results of the conversation will be fatal. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:28:54 GMT -5
Mistress Sister Mary Reich Cock of Jackson 1st Daughter of the Southern Swarm and Backpage Duchess   A master of costume, seduction, psychology, and business, whatever her name was before the plague, it is Mistress Sister Mary Reich Cock now. Her teens and twenties were spent in minor obscurity, just one more rat in a large swarm with her own shit going on. Yeah she was a Mystic of some talent, but ultimately Mamma Elam is rather conservative, and really didn't appreciate what a talent she had. Then the Wyrm marched north and right through the swarm on it's way to the MoonBow wolf den. Before there was a Pornhub, before there was a Fetlife, before there was an internet, there was an entrepreneurial spirit, a farm house full of VHS duplicators, and a closet full of costumes. Single-handedly feeding her entire swarm after their decimation at the hands of the Wyrm, The Mistress of Whiskers began to take control. As her fame grew, and in the wake of the Wyrm, something grew within the Mistress. It might have always been there, but the Mistress went from making money, to making a religion. She began taking young Ratkin into the basement of her rotting farmhouse. When they emerged, they were motivated and worst of all, grateful. Soon, conservative and traditional rats were finding their voices ignored. The swarm was growing from the outside, and these outsiders came to know more about the Mistress. Before long, the acting swarm queen had to adopt our Mistress, or face rebellion.The Southern Swarm is a weird place now, and it shows no signs of stabilizing. After Momma Elam started having her umbral 'accidents' the swarm had to face the fact that Rat might be calling her home. The Mistress looks like she is going to be the unanimous choice to replace her, should Momma Elam need to be eaten. The Niche Porn Market is not going away, and it is paying better now than ever before. And what once was a forgettable Mystic within the Swarm has become damn near a prophet among her supporters. It could be one day, or one month, but the day is coming when the entire swarm will kneel to Mistress Sister Mary Reich Cock. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:33:30 GMT -5
Anna Nasty (Carter Salumma)Daughter of Emma Graceson, Queen of Lexington "... and that's when I said, 'Senator, I take my wig off in bed, cause that's the only place I won't work twice as hard for the same pay.'."
Emma/Carter is a recent arrival to the Lexington Scene, only recently closing on her fixer upper on the North Side, and finally unpacking her 'Wig Pod'. She won her crown within her first 7 months in town, and is surrounded by fans, daughters, and activists. Perhaps this non-ferner is a little too bold, but who the hell is going to tell her that? Standing at 6'9" in Modest Heels, and Weighing in at exactly 3 "You Should Never Ask a Woman"s, it is hard to miss Anna Nasty. Further, It doesn't take a talented Raven or Bastet to figure out that her Stage Name is not a coincidence. The rumor running around the Corax is that Carter is actually one of Spider's Daughters, and further, she is not completely silent about it. The combination of this rumor, the imposing stature, and the company he keeps has led most City Wolves to simply... Not Believe it. The Rats, similarly, are calling bullshit, and even the most open minded Corax seem to think that combination just can't be true. So how does she know the jargon? How does she confound the few Fera that have attempted to speak to her? Why would this not be punished by her own, or someone? That's the million dollar question. Sadly, the Ananasi are already difficult to even... understand? And they are few enough that 'confirming' the rumors, and innuendos is not really possible. The other side of it is, she doesn't really make enemies. Most of her actions seem to be centered around the LGBQT+ community, and wyrd Lexington. She is respectful enough to those she has met, and there aren't any signs of territorial disputes. SOoooOOO... yeah.
Even though Anna is hard for other Fera to wrap their minds around, she can't continue to be ignored. The country wolves insist she is a ferner, and needs talking too, even if they aren't making any moves to do it. The City Fera that have met her, know she definitely bleeds blue, but they can't say from where. The time is coming when someone, from somewhere is going to have to get some answers, or the Knife Skulkers will talk to her. If not them, then a wolf with some pull will get someone to ask at claw point. If those unstable elements are allowed to handle things, who knows what the fallout will be. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:35:25 GMT -5
Chris "Percivel010282" WaltersCould've Been an Engineer, Unvalidated Genius, Ivy Leauge and Community College Dropout Armed with the Confidence of a Mediocre White Man, and filled with the Rage of a toddler told no, Chris Walters has always been seen as unstable. His exposure to the Birthing Plague came at the ripe, ancient age of 21, shortly after he was forced to take a sabbatical from Bluegrass Community College. Turns out telling your Woman's Study professor that she was "just like my ex" and perhaps "your mood will improve once a real man puts a baby in you" does not improve your grade. Instead, spending a week in his mothers guest room led to an already isolated Chris becoming lost from the world. In his sleep, a lil buddy crawled in and exposed him to the birthing plague. A month later, Chris announced to his mother he would be staying and educating himself from now on. Chris began searching for the chittering in his head to lead him somewhere, and on his own, found the 40-2-75 nest in Bowling Green. After making contact with the Rat Race, he began the hard road of earning acceptance as a Blade Slave, announcing to anyone that would listen how his weapon of choice was Knowledge and New Ideas. As you can imagine, it was a long time before he was taken seriously, however beggers can't be choosers, and once he finally completed a rather basic Pain Dagger, he was finally named a Warrior. That was 5 years ago, and Chris has been loudly encouraging anyone that would listen to get more involved in this Internet thing. He proudly wears his forum tag as his battle handle, and goes into great diatribes about how the newest weapon against humanity will be 'trolling' them into suicide. As a warrior he is lacking... something... but as a swarm mate, he is even worse. His grating self confidence, his insistence on explaining everything like he is talking to a child, and the way he agrees to help the swarm so "they don't fuck it up" has really spent all of his social capital. On the other hand, he seems to get along with Garou and their kin like a house on fire, and the rats of 40-2-75 have begun to contemplate putting him in a place to spy on the City Wolves for them, while hopefully getting himself killed. If your looking for a contact within the Ratkin, this guy can barely keep his role in Gaia's plan a secret. He will require players with alot of patience, and a willingness to put up with some bullshit before they worm their way into a more competent partnership. |
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:36:33 GMT -5
Dirge Howler for the Quiet Dead
Puma Keeper of Lost Places
Something of a secret to most calling Kentucky Home. Dirge Howler for the Quiet Dead is an ancient cat that has both stalwartly endured his solitude, and been shaped by the grind stone of time. Born to a couple which left the world by hunters barrel, and growing to adult hood in the 70's, only 10 months of training, and his mentor took off. Dirge spent years wondering the wylds and avoiding the dangers of Fera politics. With only spirits as friends, Dirge surrounded himself with a blanket of stealth and just... roamed. Walking through a wilderness that could not be trusted, and watching war with the Wyrm ravage and destroy the face of Gaia around him, Dirge finally decided to steel his heart and wonder from the hidden wilderness.
Once leaving the wilderness, Dirge was blessed by the spirits, and didn't even know it. The first human he found was a silver haired woman, taking a moment to herself in the Wyld. Dirge was scared, but his new human friend ended up being gentle and patient. Finally, Blood in the River of the Black Furies was able to calm the encounter, and a tenuous friendship began. There were deep problems with communication issues early on, but as the two continued to communicate, things began to come into understanding. Soon, Dirge was introduced to another young wolf, and a raven, each of which were given missions from gaia like Dirge. Soon, moon after moon, a small council was forming, and for the first time in years, Dirge began to feel as if he could speak, share and be part of a community, irregardless of his human mind wrestling with their words and constantly inflicting him with pain.
Currently, the paranoid and ancient Puma has begun to trust his small group of allies, and soon, he is told, others will want to meet him. He still refuses to stay within wolf territory and retreats to the Wyld Wilderness for weeks at a time. However, these new allies insist that he has things to teach, and that soon other Puma's will want to learn all he has learned. Still, wolves fill his skin with spiders, and his stomach with bees. He has decided to trust them, this small group of them, for now. If things get dangerous, he can always flee to the wilderness again, right?
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Post by cardinalmisdirection on Aug 4, 2020 16:40:23 GMT -5
Chloe "Our Widow" Hayes Queen Mother of the Plains of Sorrow Nest If left to the men, this nest full of promise would become the Dairy Queen of the Fast Food Nest industry. No, it takes a woman that lifts weights while pregnant to keep this fine pile of roden filth running day to day. It takes the kind of woman that stops to get knocked up on her way between the toilet and oil change she was working on. It takes a Chloe. Having survived three mates, and killed another two, Chloe has proven that she has what it takes to get what she wants. That is why this little white rat is also one of the biggest pipe hitting (see what we did there?), nest running, savage bitches that ever spanked another woman's child in public. As queen mother of the Payne County Pride, there are few critters that the Garou should fear (and yet have never heard of) in the world.Exemplifying an open disdain for anything male, and yet keeping penis wielders alive for their Gaia given sperm, Queen Hayes moves through the world like a Billionaire Rokea. She gives no fucks, and has no pockets to keep them in if she did. Instead, her day is filled with keeping the largest Nest in three states running, because if she is going to over take Chicago's Rat Numbers, she has gotta get her heart broken bitch boys up to snuff. The closest thing to "Harano" that a WereRat can feel has infested the males of her Nest, and she is just about tired of it making them moody, and sensitive, and flaccid. Instead, Queen Chloe keeps them busy with booze and kindergarten level tasks so she can train the ladies how to run a house hold, a nest, then the world.
The Queen is looking for a few good rats. Not male rats, though she might make an exception for Metis. The Western Nest is full of old, tired, useless Rodens that have outlived their prime, and are feeble of mind, so feeding the young with their assassinated flesh is the best use she can devise for them. Are you an up and comer that enjoys prenatal vitamins and status earned from illicit political actions? Then there is a future for you in the court of the only Rat Queen to win 2nd place in quilts at the Kentucky State Fair and own a Virginal Slims cooler (bought with value customer points) in the world. Don't have that level of ambition? Well sister, basic bitches cook cobblers and clean up after Sunday School; deal with it.
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