Robbie

Fianna Galliard

Robbie had an extremely tough childhood. Yes, most homid born Garou seem to begin bios with that phrase, but for Robbie it is especially true. Robbie never knew his parents. His mother died from complications of childbirth, and even if she lived, she didn’t know who Robbie’s father was. Due to the death of his mother, the state of Washington put him into the foster home system. Robbie got extremely lucky with his first family. They were a loving couple that was unable to have children of their own. They loved Robbie and took excellent care of the baby. The couple wasn’t exactly rich, but they weren’t poor either. However, that is where his luck would end. Just before his tenth birthday, his foster parents met with their deaths. The father was involved in a freak car accident, his car appeared to have stalled in the tunnel entrance of 520 from I-5 south. A speeding eighteen wheeler did not see his stalled car around the corner and slammed into the back of it. He was ejected out of the windshield and then run over by the truck, it’s momentum carrying it forward still. When the police arrived at the house to inform the new widow of her husband’s death, they were shocked at what they found. The house was torn up and she was found dead and naked in the bedroom. Searching the house, the police found Robbie huddled under his bed. The investigation concluded that she surprised a burglar and he shot her, then raped her dead body. Robbie was playing in his room when he heard the clamor, so he hid under his bed. It appeared as if the burglar never came into the kid’s room. The case was never solved.

From that day forward, Robbie’s life began to travel a path that was written in the stars. A path that would lead to his true life, a life that he never knew existed. That is until he was thrown into the middle of a war. Robbie had no way to know of his true heritage. The ancestor spirits that keep such a close tie to him could not yet speak with him beyond his dreams. However, somebody knew the truth of Robbie’s blood. Unfortunately it was not the sort of people Robbie wanted to know. Diligent Fomori within Seattle had learned of Robbie’s Garou nature. They killed his first parents and then pulled a few strings to get Robbie placed in a foster home of their choosing. His new foster parents barely made ends meet, in fact they got into the foster parent program for the extra cash. His foster father drank most of their money away, and his foster mom used the rest to support her heroin habit. Robbie felt the back of his foster father’s hand a few times, but the buckle side of a belt often. He didn’t get the food he needed, nor any sort of supervision.

However, Robbie's punishment did not stop at his step-father's belt buckle. The Fomori had more planned for him. During the night he was stolen away and tortured. The doctor he visited for emergencies that children of his age have, was also Fomori and took advantage of having him in the hospital. The torture done by skilled hands, and without rage or anger, the evidence of his wounds hidden by the natural curves of his body and blemishes of his skin. Brandings, burnings, acid, carvings, destructive surgery, molestation, rape, the most vile and repulsive things imaginable were done to this boy. The torture sessions never really occuring during consciousness, Robbie experienced them only as bad dreams and placed the blame for his wounds upon his step-father.

After two years in that home, when he turned 12 years old, he had enough. He packed up a few things and ran away to the streets of Seattle. He had to learn quickly, and he did. He learned the places to sleep and get food. He didn’t live well, but he did survive. The next five years were tough on him. As each year passed his dreams become more frequent and more vivid. Strange men and women coming to him talking about heritage and honor. Warnings of war, and calls to hunt. Dreams of wolves and bats. Dreams of ancient battles. Dreams of eating people.

Then his fifteenth birthday came. The fateful day that would change his life forever. Unknown to Robbie, the Fomori had again tracked him down and had been watching him for some time now. It was time for more than watching as Robbie began to show signs of changing soon. That fateful night, 15 February 1999, he was out walking the streets looking for his shelter for the evening. Down an alleyway in downtown Seattle, he ran into three people. They were a little deformed and stooped over. A raspy voice came from one of the figures and called him by name. Robbie knew enough to get the hell out of there, but when he turned around he was met by four more figures. One of these was definitely not human and stood nearly nine feet tall. Panic struck Robbie in the heart, but then something happened that he couldn’t explain. Everything changed around him, and he sort of went on autopilot. He remembered fighting these guys then stepping into a sort of shadow. The shadow was even stranger with these huge bug things wanting to kill him. Next thing Robbie knew, he was in the woods somewhere running for his life. His clothes were ripped to shreds and he was covered in blood.

It wasn’t long before Garou discovered him in the area. Trying to calm him down, they told him he was in St. Louis, half way across the country from where he was the night before. It did not look like they would be able to calm Robbie down from his hysterics. Then the Garou got to see what helped Robbie survive the night before, Gutuater. It would appear that Gutuater, an ancestor of Robbie’s, possessed him during the confrontation with the Spirals and Fomori. After a short fight in the physical realm, he escaped to the Umbra. Unfortunately, a few Banes were waiting so more fighting ensued. Then Luna graced him with a Moon-Bridge to St Louis. Now begins Robbie’s new life. The day after his first change, in a new city, with new friends. What does Gaia have installed for this lost cub now found.

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