Rondar has had an interesting life.  His first transformation happened later in life, when he was 17, 2 months before he was set to graduate high school.  He excelled in math and the sciences, and looked forward to college and medical school.  He qualified and took courses to work as a volunteer paramedic on weekends and holidays in his small New Jersey town.  In the spring of his last year in of high school, he began to have strange dreams.  He would dream of running under the moon and hunting for his food, in a form not his own.  Things were whispering in his ears of power, battle and the hunt.  He dismissed these dreams as stress.  He was not athletic, he preferred the lab to sports.  It was there that the voices seemed to stop haunting him.  Science and medicine were the keys to his future.  But the dreams continued haunting Ron.  He recalled times he visited his eccentric uncle in Pennsylvania, the way he had felt a peace there.  His uncle had never married and lived alone deep in the Poconos.  Occasional cards and letters came but he rarely visited.
Finally, after gym class on a warm spring day, it happened.  Class had gone badly; he had caused his team to lose due to bad play.  He was already irritable and this made it worse.  Last night, his dreams had woken him to see his sheets ruined and torn.  Now, the jocks taunted him and popped towels at him.  He was losing control of his temper.  His blood pounded in his ears.  It took all of his will not to turn to strike at the others.  Instead, he turned and punched at a locker. The ground seemed to pull away from his vision, growing further away.  His vision swirled, growing first hazy then sharper than ever, the smells of the locker room intensified.  He barely noticed the bank of lockers fall over.  He knew, somehow, he had to get away.  He runs for the door only to find everyone else running out also.  He turned and pushed through the wall, knocking the plaster out and leaving a large hole.  The ceiling seemed lower as he moved.  Other students were getting out of his way, screaming.  He made it outside and ran for the wood nearby.  His reflections scared him more than anything else.  Fur covered and clawed, distorted visions of himself, an animal running away.
In the woods he looked at himself.  He knew what he looked like, a werewolf, because of the role-playing he had tried a year before.  How was this possible was the only thought he had.  After an hour of so he calmed down, and he became human again.  His clothing tattered he headed for home.  Police cars surrounded the school.  Ron did not stop to ask what had happened.  He knew he was the cause of the problem.  At home, he heard his mother talking on the phone.  He overheard her telling someone that it had happened to her son.  Maybe come get him before someone gets hurt.  He had never heard his mother so desperate before.  He cleared his throat and his mother spun around.  Looking at him, she was crying, telling him she had not wanted this to happen to him.  It seems the family curse had hit him.  Ron was going to stay with his uncle for a time.  She had already talked to the school, he had enough credits to graduate without finishing the term.  Ron would leave tomorrow.
His uncle took him to his place in the mountains.  He told Ron about what he was, Garou.  His uncle was one too.  Most garou lived, hiding, in remote or secluded areas.  Some lived in cities; the most notable was in Central Park, New York.  Ron would go there when his uncle had shown him a few things.  First, he called himself Rondar now, his real name would cause problems but he wanted to keep it.  Rondar learned of things he had never imagined existed.  He found he could heal by touching and talk to spirits.  He never knew how to fight but his uncle showed him a few moves.  He learned to control his transformation to all stages but he did not like to do it.  His knowledge grew rapidly, absorbing the lore his uncle told him.  Finally, a day before summer solstice, his uncle packed him up and took him to New York.
Ron was going to go through a Rite of Passage, to become a member of Garou society.  It was a disaster.  Ambushed by several Black Spirals and their kinfolk, his group was slaughtered except Rondar and the mentor, an older member sent to watch over them.  Rondar and the other would have died if not for the timely intervention of a pair of Silver Striders who were hunting these Spirals.  The battle took out most of the Spirals and the rest fled.  One Strider lay dead as well, the other heavily wounded.  Pulling all three survivors into the Umbra to escape the police, the elder collapsed from his own wounds, but Rondar managed to heal both him and the Strider.  His Rite unfinished and a failure, he could not be admitted as a member of the caern.
More problems surfaced the next day.  The caern was approached for help in flushing out a wyrm plot in San Francisco.  Still reeling from the loss of the cubs and the warrior Strider, the caern had little in resources.  Some elders grumbled against Rondar; others might have lived had he been able to fight.  It was decided to send Rondar as a stalking horse to flush out the plot.  If Rondar helped defeat this enemy, it would be his Rite of Passage.  If he failed or died, they would not have lost anything.
In San Francisco, Rondar quickly fell in with some other young garou who were put on the same mission.  The plot was flushed but Rondar never got to see the results.  A misjudgment in crossing to the Umbra left him trapped in the Gauntlet.  He passed through; what was for him; 2 years time inside of it being cared for, taunted and taught by some spirits there; while only a day passed in reality.  A malevolent spirit continuously played Barry Manilow music to unnerve Rondar.  Finally, he fell out of the Umbra when another being passed into the Umbra near him.  Half-insane from his experience, he made his way back to New York over a period of several weeks.  He had been given up for dead long ago, the caern had lost face over the situation.  The caern rejected him again, not even allowing him to physically enter it.  His multiple failures were too much for the Elders.  Only the fact of his heritage was good allowed him to live, but it would take much to earn the right to enter again.
In his insanity, he found a release from the world and crossed dimensions to another realm, a crossroads of sorts.  There he found someone to teach him meditations to quiet his mind. After a few months, his mind sorted out his experiences and sanity returned but memory fled. He suppressed his ability to talk to spirits and focused on his healing skills. He knew others of his kind shunned him but not why.  He passed through several adventures, learning from each until he met a pair of arguing garou.  One used spirits to examine him, causing his ability to see and hear spirits to reawaken.  Leaving that encounter, madness closing on him again, he wandered into a tavern, where he met more garou and saw them fight vampires and they reminded him of his heritage.  Finally, suppressing his abilities no more, the meditations he learned allowed him to control them at last.  Memory returned and Rondar was whole for the first time in a year.
He was not able to return to his world right away but he did swear to himself that he would become what he was meant to be for his people.  He will return to the group that rejected him only if he is asked to, not before.  He will ensure that they have good reason to ask him to enter as a member of society. That will be HIS Rite of Passage.