Abilities: Dodge 3, Brawl 3, Primal-Urge 3, Intimidation 3,
Alertness 1, Meless 3, Stealth 2, Enigmas 3, Occult 3, Rituals 5 (Mystic),
Lingustics 1 (English).
Rites: Rite of Fetish (3), Rite of Dedication (1), Rite of
Binding(1).
Gifts: Heightened Senses, Spirit Speech, Sense Wyrm.
Background: Totem 1, Pure Breed 3, Rites 5.
Story:
LastBreath's rage comes from the frustration, angst, and
turmoil that fights within him. All he ever wanted was to live a normal
life as a wolf, chasing deer and in turn being chased by the Native
Americans. Even by the young age of one it was clear that his huge size
and quickness would make him leader of his pack soon. Then he began to see
his tribe sicken, slowly dying one by one, while new cubs were born
premature and unfit. The rage in him began to mount, and some of the other
wolves began to notice and give him wider berth. After seeing his best
playmate slowly perish in front of him, and incapable of doing anything
other than nudge him encouragingly, LastBreath shifted into Crinos form
out of sheer rage. Shocked out of his wits, he now knew for certain that
he was no normal wolf. He left his pack in shame.
A silver wolf came to him that night. After first wrestling and asserting
his role as alpha, the wolf explained that he was garou and that
LastBreath should never go back to his den. LastBreath would soon join a
new pack, one that is neither wolf nor man, and that he must learn to
control the gifts that Gaia gave him. Intrigued by this wolf that spoke
clearly (well, in wolf) and was at least his match in intellect,
LastBreath agreed. He was then introduced to the ways of Garou.
While waiting for his time to participate in the Rite of Passage,
LastBreath's curiousity grew. He learned as much as he could about the
rituals that the garou practice, the spirits that the garou worship, and
the Wyrm that the garou hate. He also learned of man, and learned their
language. He had not even been aware that they built vast concrete
cities. LastBreath was especially intrigued by their culture, their
subtle emotions, and their worthless goals. Here was an entire tribe of
people that slaved away every day trying to kill themselves with their
poisons. And unlike others of his kind, he could walk among them without
causing most people to feel uneasy, thanks to his low rage. Yet even
here it was clear that he did not belong. The rage within him can only
grow in frustration.
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