(Currently on vacation)
Player: Chuck Budensiek
"Let us drive them before us like cattle and slaughter them wholesale."
Homid Silent Strider Ahroun
"Let us drive them before us like cattle and slaughter them wholesale."
Homid Silent Strider Ahroun
| Strength 3 (5/7/6/4) | Charisma 2 | Perception 3 |
| Dexterity 4 (4/5/6/6) reflexes | Manipulation 2 | Intelligence 2 |
| Stamina 4 (5/6/6/5) tireless | Appearance 2 | Wits 3 |
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| Alertness 1 (+2) | Drive 1 | Computer 1 |
| Athletics 2 | Fire Arms 1 | Enigmas 1 |
| Brawl 2 | Melee 1 | Investigation 1 |
| Dodge 2 | Repair 2 | Linguistics 1 |
| Intimidation 2 | Stealth 1 | Occult 3 |
| Primal Urge 2 (+2) | Rituals 1 | |
| Streetwise 1 | Science 1 | |
| Subterfuge 1 | Poisons 1 |
Gifts: Persuasion, Razor Claws, Sense Wyrm, Sight
from Beyond, Call of the Wyld
Rites:
When you encounter a “Goth,” you always ask yourself
how much is real, and how much is just affectation. Such was the
case with Scott. He ordered his meat raw, cut himself to taste the
blood, dreamed of being a vampire...
Scott’s teachers worried about him. He was
a dreamer–sitting in class with his mind as far away as possible.
Nothing mattered to him–not the teasing of the preppies, not his plummeting
grades, nothing...
But underneath, down deep below the calm surface,
a ball of rage was building. His sleepwalking was getting worse.
Private rampages became more and more violent. He dreamed of exacting
revenge on his enemies–of sucking down their blood and turning them into
vampires under his control...
Scott headed to the gang’s latest hangout–a trailer
with no electricity, but a cooler full of beer. Rasputin had something
cool to show them. He arrived with a cheerleader in tow, a strangely
docile cheerleader who followed his every order. Rasp claimed that
they all could do the same, with just a little drink of his “power-filled
blood.” Everyone took turns at Rasp’s wrist. When the blood
hit Scott’s stomach, he doubled up in pain and vomited. Rasp just
laughed and told him to lay off the beer the rest of the night–he’d get
another turn later. The guys, looking like they were buzzed, asked
Rasp why his blood was “so powerful...”
“Because I’m a vampire,” he replied, sinking his
fangs in the cheerleader’s neck. Scott felt the Rage rise up and
engulf him–Rasp was a vampire?! That was his dream. The room
went red as he threw Rasp across the trailer and stormed out through the
wall...
Scott came to on the edge of town, still shaking
with anger. Robert Blinds the Banes was waiting there, and took him
to the Sept of Gaia’s Strength.
(Scott has been a great addition to his pack,
since he often seems to be the only one with an ounce of common sense.
It is refreshing to meet a werewolf who has a sense of humor without being
annoying.--Kelly, the webmistress)
"If he's anything like the other one, maybe his Alpha will kill him."