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Name: Cuchulainn McBarker	Breed: Lupus	Pack Name:: SteelCollars
Player: Ana Mizuki	Auspice: Philodox	Pack Totem: Half-Wing
Chronicle: Ring of the Sun Victorian	Tribe: Black Spiral Dancer	Concept: Messiah

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Strength	3	Charisma	5	Perception	3
Dexterity	3	Manipulation	4	Intelligence	5
Stamina	4	Appearance	3	Wits	4

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Alertness	4
Empathy	4
Primal Urge	5
Streetwise	4
Subterfuge	3

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Animal Ken	3
Etiquette	5
Leadership	3

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Ancestors

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Venom

Hare's leap

Creeping Poison

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Name: Dances-the spiral Backwards. 
Deed: Hryieeeeee
Rank: 'Cliath'
Breed: Metis
Tribe: Black Spiral Dancer
Auspice: Ragabash


physicals            socials                mentals
str    4        cha    3        per    3
dex    3        man    2    int    2
sta    3        app    3    wit    2

talents                skills                knowledges
alert    2          animal                              compu   
athlet 3        crafts                            enigmas   
brawl    3        drive                                  invest    3
dodge    2        etiqu                                  law   
empath                firear                lingui   
expres                leader 2                medic   
intimi         melee    3                              occult    2
primal 3        perform                                  politic   
street                stealt 2                rituals   
subter                surviv 2                science   

backgrounds            gifts
Ancestors 3                       Burrow
Fetish 2                       Primal Anger
                       Blur of Milky eye
                           Bane Companion


            Rage        1
            Gnosis        3
            willpower    3


Deformity: Albinism


Name:  Skips-the-Spiral-Forward
Deed: Hiiiaaarr
Rank: 'Cliath'
Breed: Metis
Tribe: Black Spiral Dancer
Auspice:


physicals            socials                mentals
str    2            cha    4            per    2
dex    3            man    3            int    3
sta    1            app    3            wit    2

talents                skills                knowledges
alert                animal                compu   
athlet 3                crafts    3            enigmas    3
brawl                drive                invest    2
dodge     3            etiqu            3    law   
empath 3                firear                lingui   
expres                leader                medic   
intimi                melee        2        occult   
primal                perform                politic   
street                stealt    3            rituals   
subter                surviv    2            science   

backgrounds            gifts
                    Scent of Running Water
Resources 2              Shed
Ancestors 1              Rathead
Fetish 2

            Rage        1
            Gnosis        3
            willpower    3

Deformity: Albinism

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Tales From the Hive, Albino Twins.
This story is NC-17, including rape, parental abuse, beastiality, incest, acib baths, but not Twincest.

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Tales of the Hive #3: Tale of the Albino Twins.
The Moon hive was silent, it's dark corridors were barely lit at late at night. Ever since it's construction and birth from the middle ages, it had been almost an unwritten rule to live by the rhythm of the surface dwellers. It was made so, that the Dancers, werewolves of corrupted sort, could more easily fit in with first the small town, then the city up on the ground.
Ahir, the ruler of the physical plane of the Hive, was not asleep, and was waking quite many of the ones who were asleep by his loud paw steps. Then again, if they had been woken and they had noticed who it was making the noise, they wouldn't have given it much though. Ahir was not born into the tribe, or even raised there. It was only his fifth year as a member. The dark and lanky, but surprisingly powerful man was originally from the African tribe Silent Striders. Since his gaian origins, the Hive-born dancers paid his eccentrics not much mind. Ahir growled when he noticed a pack of teens arriving.
"What are you five doing here at this hour, you should be asleep!" he growled, scaring the young wolves by his big crinos form.
" S-s-sorry sir, but we 'ad this-" the alpha of the pack tries to explain, but Ahir growled, and the pack ran away, probably to their rooms. The ex-strider spat on the ground, kicking around rocks from the floor. He was waiting for his first litter of metis children to be born. He has performed the breeding ritual with five female breeders, so at least three pups should survive to adulthood. 


Down in the breeding pits the air was fresher than in many other places in the Hive, thanks to a genius idea of one leader installing tunnels that brought air from the nearby surface woods. Pregnant garou females were lying on the ground, panthing in which form their future child would be born. One female, a rather pale yellow crinos, was in labour, screaming at the top of her lungs. It was a old werewolf saying, that birthing a metis was the hardest, and this female looked like a living proof of it. The workers of the pits were helping her in ways they could, but she still had to bring the brat into the world herself. She pushed her best, and after few minutes, a white wet fur ball slipped out, growling.
" Ah, it's a lightscared" one older female said, then noticing that the umbilical cord on the child was not yet completely out, and that the mother was still in pain. Soon, another white fur ball came out, thought smaller than it's elder sibling. The cords were quickly removed from the twins, and the firballs given to their mother to nurse. In some other, more corrupted Hives, this would have seen as insanity, but Three Moon was a city hive. 


Gabrielle looked at the two pure white metis brats she had birthed, they looked just like her more purebred cousins. Trying to find a different life than in the Silver Fangs had not worked very well in the end. Suddenly, a loud growl came from the entrance to the pits, scaring her children.
" All right you dirty whores, WHERE are my heirs!" rang the voice through the halls. Gabrielle whimpered, that was the father of her twins. The other children he had sired had miscarried, and everyone feaed that the unborn children's mothers would pay dearly for it. Ahir was not a very patient man. The workers of the pits were telling Ahir about the fate of all but two of his children, receiving a claw strikes to their faces. Gabrielle whimpered, as Ahir came next to her, and grabbed the twins from her.
"Ah, you gave me these two sons!" he grinned at looked at the bigger child with pride.
Gabrielle watched as he left, unable to say that the bigger child was actually a female.

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It was a rather calm day at the den, a terrifyingly pale girl sat beside a pond, watching as a white wolf cub played in the water.
" Brother, stop wetting yourself too badly..father will be angry" she sighed, and the cub looked at her with it's tail between it's legs. The female sighed and scratched her short hair, her head still hurting from it being cut yesterday. The wolf cub changed into a small young man, with similarly short white hair, his eyes blue instead of pale pink.
" Sister, father won't be mad, he thinks swimming helps me-" the male began.
" Of course he does, he wants you to beat me!" his sister hissed, eyes flaring up a moment, before calming down again. Her brother quickly hugged her from behind, trying his best to say sorry. 


"All right you brats! Shithead and Bastard! you are going to dance the spiral because the three heads want you sorry excuses of flesh among warriors of the wyrm!" Ahir growled, looking at his two 'heirs', after the larger, stronger one had turned out to be a female, and the sole male was skinny and a runt all over, Ahir had been furious. Now he had no heirs and he had spent too much time raising these two as heirs to just discard them. So, he trained them as loyal bodyguards, but Bastard, the female, had proved a tough one to break to his will. Ahir sighed and grabbed both of his children by their hands, and dragged them outside the area he has locked them, of course blindfolding and shutting their noses before leaving.
The ritual area was surprisingly small compared to the other hive, it was a sparsely furnished cave, with sand floor and currently a strange spiral pattern being drawn to it by a shaman. Ahir threw his children next to the shaman. 


" Look, Odd-eye, I do not think these two would be any use, they have no idea how our laws or anything works" he said, the shaman grinned, revealing yellow teeth.
" Ahir, every child of our great father is needed, and these two seem to be in a good shape" he said, drawing the last circles to the spiral. 


The first thing the twins noticed inside the spiral, was that it was like a pulsing red tunnel with odd mist that had scent they could no recognize. It confuses them and bastard grabbed the hand of her brother.
" Sister.." the younger twin whimpered, pressing close to his sister. Bastard bit her lip and kept walking, ignoring the whispers from the spirits. As she walked the landscape began to shake, bend and move in her eyes, making her want to vomit. Her brother saw the same, and the twins walked trought the tunnel moving like two drunks. 


Ahir looked as the twins dropped onto the floor, looking like two drunks. They gasped for few moments, before vomiting to the sand. Odd-eye grinned and grabbed the recthing cubs from their hair and lifted them up.
" Ah, great father has given these children names..the female is Hierrrrk, or Dances the Spiral Backwards, and the male is Hyeeerk or Skips the Spiral Forward" announced the shaman. The newly rited Dancers did not look very glad.
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The floor of the Hive was never quite soft, and as soon as Dances hit her head against it, she knew it wasn't very warm either.
" WHAT did you say, Bastard!" her father roared, Dances quickly rose to face him.
" My name is Dances, and you are a bloody terrible father!" she growled, baring her fangs. Skips was hiding behind her, wishing the fight would be over as soon as possible. This has become more and more frequent sight in the hive since the twins had been rited, Ahir had feared this, but had been helpless to argue against the Three Heads.
" Excuse sir, but are you Ahir Blood-Tongue?" said someone, the three dancers turning their gaze towards the sound. There stood a rather odd looking gentleman with black clothes and piecing red eyes. Ahir knew that strange appearance, the members of the Rotten Skull hive's 'elite', bunch of country bums to the Three Moon members, had that look. And he had heard stories about the birth of the messiah of the Wyrm born there few years ago. And the rumors of that messiah coming to britain and taking over hives had made Ahir more and more against the messiah.
"What do you want?" he growled, the stranger giving Ahir a surprised look. The twins did not know what to think of the strange man, so they paid him no mind.
" I'm here to make a deal about the ownership of the hive" the stranger said, Ahir bared his teeth.
" Some nerve you have, to come to our homes and drive us out!" he growled.
" You have misunderstood me sir, I am not trying to drive you away, but network of hives work better than all hives isolated, do you not agree?" the messiah said, Ahir didn't look pleased.
" I'll see if you are tough enough, Bastard, Shithead, attack!" he howled. 


The twins obeyed instantly, disobeying the leader in times when the Hive was threatened was punished by death. Cuchulainn took a defensive position more quickly than the twins were expecting, and he blocked Dances' blade with his cane, but still being able to trip Skip down onto the ground. Quickly, the messiah ducked and pressed the head of the smaller twin to the ground, while keeping his cane against Dances' blade. The larger albino twin was up for a surprise when Cuchulainn let go and grabbed her by the collar of the shirt, pulling her against the ground. 


" Ahir, I wished for a calm solution, but if it's a fight you prefer" he said, rising to his feet, leaving the twins confused and their noses broken. Ahir growled and shifted into crinos, Cuchulainn following him.
The fight was quick, but gathered quite crowd. Then again, with the famous messiah fighting, it was no wonder. Dances watched as her father fell to the ground, howling in pain. She grinned, ran to him and kicked his face. Then she shifted to crinos, Skip following suit and the twins carried the man to the edge of the acid pool, and down he went.
" That was...interesting, lad" the messiah said, looking down into the vat.
" he deserved that" Dances hissed, making the darkhaired man look at her quizically.
" If you say so, lad"
Skip stared at the man for a moment.
" What is lad?" he asked, making Dances jump, Skip wasn't the one to talk to strangers.
" Ah, it's a word for a..well, young man in my country" answered the messiah, Skip nodded, but hid a smile.
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Three Moon hive was more well made than Cuchulainn had originally expected, it's dark corindors were lit by balefires, but in the middle was a nicely lit living area. Both Jonas and Lance had showed liking to the hive as well, which made Cuchulainn very glad. He started whistling while walking to a room which he had 'reserved' for himself. 


It was a rather small room, and sparsely furnished, only a two person bed, which Cuchulainn was curious to know the origin of, and a desk. There were two bookcases, thank the wyrm, but in them were simple stories, stories that were either sold in a streetcorner for few pennies, thus naming them penny dreadfuls, or the ones that were for the children. Cuchulainn lied down on the bed and quickly jumped up as he saw large bloodstains on the roof. He quickly shifted into his birth form, which was a rather peculiarly marked european wolf. The room suddenly told a grim tale. The smell of bodily fluid, fear, anger and hate, and cubs. Cuchulainn was no stranger to these scents, but the way they presented rhemselves to him was far too farmiliar to be anywhere close to his comfort zone. Suddenly the door came, and the larger of the bodyguards of the previous leader stepped in, clearky surprised to find him there.
" Excuse me lad, I was only investigating the scents of this room" Cuchulainn told him, the bodygaurd sighing heavily.
" Gives-Ithkya, this room belongs to me and my brother" he said, pale red eyes downcast. Cuchulainn took his homid form and walked next to the teen.
" If it is so, then I will gladly find another room to sleep in" he told the boy, who suddenly took a very defensive position.
"Look you...you...chosen one, if you start treating Skip the way my father did, well, I'll kill you!" he growled, Cuchulainn noticing that the youth's voice wasn't even close to broken, even if it was in it's very late teens.
" Ahir was your father, right?" he asked the boy, who nodded. Cuchulainn put both his hands on the shoulders of the young man and looked into those pale eyes with warmness.
" Believe, young man, I will not-" he started, but noticed that the youth was chuckling quite openly.
" Young man? I'm a woman" she told him, Cuchulainn taken aback for few minutes. But the female continued, her voice filled with very clear disgust.
"Are you going to rape me now? tear my insides apart?" she said, Cuchulainn sighed deeply.
" Listen-" He started, but the female cut in.
" Dances the Spiral Backwards, that's my name" she said, looking at the messiah with clear hate. To Cuchulainn, this was like looking back five years.
" Dances, I will personally assure you, that I will not lift a claw against you or your brother, and you may dismiss the bodygaurd duty as well, I have no need for those" He said to the female, his voice almost emotionless, making the younger dancer flinch visibly. 


Few hours later, Cuchulainn had offered Dances some tea, hoping it to calm her down enough for intelligent discussion. It had worked, execpt the ragabash had very bad table manners.
" So, this HIve has a diplomatic power, interesting" he said to Dances, who had helped herself very gratiously with the dried meat. Cuchulainn smiled, using dried meat had originally been his way of offering cookies, as he could not consume anything but meat. But he had noticed that the meat certainly was preferred among the werewolves to cookies.
" Yes, to whole britain" Dances mumbled somewhere between wolfing down the meat and slurping the tea. Cuchulainn paid no attention to her, as he now saw another steppingstone towards his ultimate plan. To free the wyrm, to end this foolish war that had misguided all garou, heck, all world, from their pupose. He smiled widely.
" Tell, me, Dances, how old are you?" Cuchulainn asked the albino.
" Twentytwo, you?" she said, Cuchulainn's brows lifting quite high from the response. Dances was only two years younger than he was in human age, and easily being older than him in human years.
" Twentyfour, my you look like you are sixteen turns of the year" he answered her.
" I don't know the validy of that sentence, you did mistake me for a male" Dances laughed out loud. Cuchulainn joined her, he was a man of humor after all.

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London's streets were never quite clean, and for Skip, who personally preferred to go barefoot, the roofs were far more desirable. Besides, London's fog was so thick, that a overhead view was preferable. Skip jumped from one roof to the next, using the gifts his spirit friend had given to him to stay on top. Then, the metallic scent of blood caught him off-guard, almost causing him to fall down. It took few minutes for Skip to get back to balance, but once he did, he noticed the source of the scent. 


It was a rather tall man, lying to the street, covered in blood. Dead as a doornail. Skip looked around to make sure no human was near, before jumping down and investigating the body. It was soon clear what had killed the person, a deep stab wound in his stomach and throat. Skip stared at the body for few minutes, it had strange, yet interesting clothes. And then there was a strange hat lying next to the body. Skip grabbed it quickly. It was a rather well worn hat made out of strong fabric, and it hat a nice ring of softer cloth around it's base. Skip grinned and put it to his head, also taking the coat from the body. 


When the Scotland Yard arrived, they found Simeon the Blade stripped of his coat, and the famous hat missing. Then they caught sight of the ghostly figure on a nearby roof. But as soon as they had seen it, it disappeared.
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Dances ran throught the tunnels, feeling her speed move her pure white fur. She loved her wolf-form, it had grown in size and power ever since she had been free from her father. Well, she and her twin brother, who was again running among the streets of the city on the surface. Dances did not know if her sensitive skin could handle it as well as Skip's could. But she quickly focused her mind from the sad state of her skin to the joys of her life. She had danced the spiral five times now, becoming what was basically a higher up to the messiah. Who had become her mate over the course of years. This has entailed also Dances adopting the, then, two cubs of the messiah as her own cubs. She had been very surprised how well she had handled the two. Then again, watching over Skip, who had become quite a deviant as he had found himself, had somewhat given her the idea of parenthood. 


Loping her way to the sleeping chambers, Dances shifted to her homid form. streching her muscles and letting out a powerful howl, which was answered by a rather odd looking male wolf, who jumped against her, wagging it's tail. The messiah or not, Cuchulainn certainly sometimes forgot he was not a mere wolf.

" Wait, WHAT!?" Dances hissed as she heard what her mate had to say. Cuchulainn looked at her with his eyes lit with excitement. They had come inside the room, when Cuchulainn had told her something she had hard time believing.
" Yes, Gaia has given the permission to form the Ring of the Sun!" he barked. Dances was still dumbstruct. Ring of the Sun, it was THE pack, even more important than a silver pack. And that pack was formed here, in england, and to a village they had tunnels to. But that was not the only thing that had made Dances confused, Cuchulainn apparently wanted to help them.
" So, you pretend to be a Fianna priest? Okay, but are you SURE it'll work, Cue, it's the Ring of the Sun!" Dances half-whined without fully noticing that she did.
" Do not worry Dances, Colleen is in the pack" Cuchulainn said. Dances let out a rather pained groan. Colleen was Cuchulainn's favorite spy. Of course, Cuchulainn cared for the young ahroun sometimes like she was his own child. Not very unsual for him.
" Let me guess, one of the brats from the italian bastard is going to join too?" She joked, but was not really surprised when Cuchulainn nodded.
" Look, Cue, I hate to say it, but don't act all optimistic yet" Dances said, Cuchulainn nodded and shifted to his human form, removing his shirt and digging up a priest cassock.
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Funerals were not very commonplace in hives. Contrary to popular belief, it was not because dancers didn't care and were too busy being insane and eating their own shit. No, it was because death rate in hives was so high, and their mission far too important to grieve, plus, many bodies were used to feed the cubs in the nurseries. So, when Skip was called to the funeral of Colleen, he had been rather skeptic. Colleen had been a cute girl, and the honor she had received was high indeed, for a gaian or a dancer. But by the wyrm, that messiah sure loved acting all human. 


It had been a rather small ceremony, only Cuchulainn, Dances, the cubs of those two, and Skip himself. Few candles were lit and prayers were said, nothing much. Not much needed, as werewolves reincarnated. Skip laid a rose he had picked from a local flowergirl to the makeshift grave. Due the manner of her death, Collen's body could not be transported to the hive, but her posessions were still buried, and the grave sealed by a powerful spirit to ensure it stayed shut. He sighed and turned to his twin sister, motioning her to come deeper into the tunnel to duscuss something.
" Sis, please, leave the messiah" Skip whimpered to his elder sister, who gave out a tortured sigh.
" Skip, how many times we've been throught this? I will not leave Cue" Dances growled, but Skip stood his ground.
" This ain't like before sis, the Ring has been formed, look what 'appened to Colleen, the messiah was in 'is 'igh few years, but not anymore, 'e's gonna crash 'n' burn and you WITH 'im if ya-" Skip explained, Dances' expression still was the same, however.
" Even if, Skip, I cannot just leave him, and the kids, you want THEM to die too?" Dances hissed back, knowing that her brother had very close relationship to his nephews.
" Take them wiv' ya.." Skip mumurred, Dances groaned a little.
" I don't leave you, why should I leave him? I love him, and leaving him when he...Look Skip, even if he falls, I will be with him" she said, Skip making a very sad face. Dances sighed and patted her bother to the head.
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Cuchulainn seldom was anything but neat. In Dances' memory, she hadn't seen him this dirty, torn and sad ever. And yet, now the man was a true mess, even if he had cleaned up most of the blood. He had just went to enjoy a cup of tea with the italian bastard, Gustavo Contarini. Few hours ago, Cuchulainn and Gustavo had arrived to the hive, looking like hell itself had swallowed them and spat back mostly whole. They had been captured by wyrm serving bastet's in a bloody fight, stuffed into a shippingcrate and almost used in a ritual. Dances couldn't believe what she had heard. And she remembered what Skip had said few months ago, about Cue crashing and burning.
Dances quickly helped Cuchulainn to the bed, and started tying his wounds the best she could, the deep scar the messiah had received that ran across his body made her wince. And feel more dread than before, what if... 

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Tales from the Hive, Cuchu.
This story is NC-17, including beastiality, rape, incest and satanic cults.

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HahmoData 7: Gray Slay
Nimi: Gray-Slay.
Ikä:  20 ihmisvuotta.
Sukupuoli: Nainen
Rotu: Lupus
Tribe: Get of Fenrir
Auspice: Philodox.
GIFTit:  Find Water, truth of gaia, resist pain

Ulkonäkö:
Homid

Gray on homidissa vahvaleukainen nuori nainen jykevällä rumiinrakenteella. Hänen hiuksensa ovat tyypillisesti letitetyt tiukkaan pitkään lettiin. Hänen sinisissä silmissään näkyy selkeästi ettei kannata ärsyttää. Gray pukeutuu useimmiten pitkiin paitoihin ja housuihin, eikä pidä sukkien tai kenkien käytöstä paljoa, mutta on valmis käyttämään niitä kun tilanne vaatii.

Glabro

Karvainen homid, 'kay?

Crinos

Grayn crinops muoto on keskikokoinen ja jykevä, niinkuin hänen homid muotonsa. Letitetyt hiukset näkyvät joskus.

Hispo

Iso lupus.

Lupus

Grayn syntymämuoto on keskikokoinen pohjoisen susi ruskean harmaan kellertävillä merkeillä, tosin hänellä on pinaiset valesilmät ja raita selässä.

Luonne:

Gray-slay ei ole kovin huumorintajuinen henkilö. Moni varmaan arvaakin sen, koska hän on philodox Get lupus, mutta Grayn hapan ilme hyydyttää kovimmankin hymyn. Huumorintaju häneltä löytyy, mutta se on kuivakka ja ohut. Gray rakastaa sääntöjä ja perinteitä, ja haluaisi toteuttaa niitä kirjaimellisesti. Sääntöjen rikkojiin Gray tietysti suhtautuu julmasti. Suurin syy Grayn sääntöjen rakkauteen on hänen epävarmuutensa asioista, hän on huomannu monta epäkohtaa sännöistä elämänsä aikana, mutta ei silti halua myöntää asiaa. Grayn saa hulluksi myös se, että hän on ihastunut joihinkin garouhin ( molempiin sukupuoliin). Gray ei monen lupuksen tavoin vihaa ihmisiä, ymmärtäen loppujen lopuksi että hänessä itsessäänkin on ihmistä, ja näin hän yrittää parhaansa mukaan hoitaa ihmisroolia.

Gray on vielä kömpelö ihmisten maailman asioista.


Historia: 

Grayn historia on hyvin tyypillinen, syntyi, muuttui, opetettiin garouksi.

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Hahmo data 6: William Truefate.
Nimi: William Truefate.
Ikä:  23 ihmisvuotta.
Sukupuoli: mies.
Rotu:  Homid
Tribe: Fianna
Auspice: Galliard
GIFTit:  Mindspeak, Master of Fire, Resist Toxin.

Ulkonäkö:
Homid

Williamin syntymämuoto. Hirmuisen näköinen erityisesti yhden, pään keskellä olevan mulkosilmän, yli-suurten hampaiden ja hiuksettomuuten takia. Oikea käsi on myös epämuodostunut. Kiitos hampaidensa, Williamiin puhe ei ole kovin selvää jä useimmiten se suhisee. Kiitos hirveän ulkonäön, Will useimmiten jää odottamaan laumansa piilopaikkaan, kun lauman normaalin näköisemmät hoitavat sosiaaliset asiat.

Vaatteina Will pitää mitä yleensä löytää, mutta hän on nyt jumittunut kiinalaiseen miestenasuun.

Glabro

Ei paljoa muutosta.

Crinos

William tottuneempi crinosiin kuin moni muu homid. Kiitos metis seuransa, ja sen, ettei hän näytä niin pelottavalta tässä muodossa.
Hispo

Iso Lupus.
Lupus

William pitää tästä muodosta, koska hän ei näytä niin kauhealta ja hän saattaa juosta nopeammin pakoon vihaajiaan. Turkki on sotkuinen ja karva seisoo mihin suuntaan milloinkin. Väri on punakeltainen, paitsi pää joka on paljas karvasta. Will on erittäin laiha ja näin ei näytä kovin mukavalta.

Luonne:

Tyypilliseen Quasimodo tapaan, William on hirviö jolla on herkkä sisin. Paitsi että tuo herkkä sisin on tullut katkeraksi ja kyyniseksi. Willin usko toisten hyvyyteen on parantunut laumaan liittymisen jälkeen, mutta hän vieläkin on valmis eroon muista. Tästä huolimatta Will toimii useimmiten lauman 'viisaana' kiitos ehkä ikänsä ja rauhallisuutensa. Mutta on hänelläkin rajansa.

Will on vuosien aikana oppinut, että loppupeleissä kaikki ovat samanarvoisia. Niinpä hän ei useimmiten sulata helpolla joidenkin puheita metisten huonoudesta.

Historia:  

Woe William. Jo syntymästä lähtien poikaa ja hänen äitiään vihattiin ja syrjittiin, kiitos homidin kauhean ulkonäön. Samaisesta syystä poikaa ei voitu lähettää elämään ulkomaailmaan. Niinpä pieni, epämuodostunut homid sai elää caernin metisten keskellä. Tilanne ei paljoa muuttunut kun William muuttui, hänen äitinsä oli hullu, hänen isästään ei ollut kuultu ja häntä hakattiin yhä useammin.

Eräänä päivänä BSD lauma hyökkäsi Septii jossa Will eli, homid pakeni ihmeen kaupalla pois, ja joutui erinäisten sattumusten kautta Ring of the Sun laumaan.

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Hahmodataa 4: Cuchulainn Mcbarker.
Nimi: Cuchulainn McBarker, Gives-the-Wyrm-what-it-wants, Urrrght
Ikä: 36 ihmisvuotta
Sukupuoli: Mies
Rotu: Lupus
Tribe: Black Spiral Dancer
Auspice: Philodox
Giftit: Leap of the Kangaroo, Death Whispers, Venom, Bonds that Tie Us, Undisputed Ruler, Venom Claws, Monkey Tail, King of Beasts



Ulkonäkö:
Homid
Cuchulainn näyttää homidissa suhteellisen normaalilta, vaikkakin rähjäiseltä skotlantilaiselta mieheltä. Ainoa asia joka kertoo ettei lupus ole ihminen, on tämän kirkkaanpunaiset silmät ja niiden pienet pupillit. Cuchulainn pukeutuu usein mustiin ja valkoisiin vaatteisiin ja harmaaseen liiviin. Nykyään hänellä on myös kasvojen ja kehon halki kulkeva, syvä arpi joka tuli bastetlauman repiessä hänet henkihieveriin.

Glabro
On karvainen homid.

Crinos
Kookas iso susimies, lihaksikas.

Hispo
Iso lupus.

Lupus
Cuchulainnin syntymämuoto on iso eurooppalainen susi tiheällä turkilla. Kuviointi on hyvin epäsusimainen; Cuchulainnin selkä ja häntä ovat mustat, muu turkki on puhtaanvalkoinen, paitsi naamassa olevat mystiset kuvioinnit. Cuchulainnin kuvioinnit ovat yllättävän selvärajaisia sudelle, ja muistuttavat täten enemmän koiran kuviointia kuin suden. Rumiinrakenteeltaan lupus on lievästi paksu, joten helppo elämä ja vähäisen liikunnan harrastus ovat tehneet tuloksensa. Jos tuota seikkaa ei oteta lukuun Cuchulainn on muutenkin huomattavan 'pyöreä', kuono ja korvat eivät ole pitkiä ja muutenkin rakenne ei ole kovin jalo.

Luonne:
Yleinen käsitys BSDeistä on se, että nämä ovat kylmiä, moraalittomia ja julmia. Ja koska Cuchulainn on koko Britannian BSD-johtaja, häntä voisi luulla hirveäksi tyranniksi. Todellisuudessa Cuchulainn on harvinaisen ystävällinen, huumorintajuinen ja välittävä. Jos omasta laumasta puhutaan siis. Muuten hän on hieman etäinen muille.

Cuchulainnilla on obsessio lukemiseen, joten hänet voi usin nähdä lukemassa vaikka mitä. Lupus on myös harvinaisen kova koiranleuka ja jättää harvoin vitsin käyttämättä.

Cuchulainn myös rakastaa leikkiä tyypillistä pahista, pukeutuen kuin gootti ikään ja yrittäen käyttäytyä mahdollisimman kylmästi. Tästä huolimatta hän ei pysty tappamaan pieniä lapsia tai olemaan minkäänlainen uhka kuin vihollisilleen, ja silloinkin Cuchulainn mielii keskustella asioista kuin taistella. Vain aniharvoin hän suuttuu tarpeeksi näyttääkseen Wyrmiltä saaneensa lahjan, kuvottavan petomuodon, joka on kuin ilmetty versio hänen nimensä alkuperästä.


Historia:
Cuchulainn syntyi skotlantilaiseen takapajuiseen Hiveen. Todella takapajuiseen, koska Hive sijaitsi vain osaksi maan alla. Cuchulainn oli syntymästä asti tunnistettu Wyrmin valituksi, ja näin hänen kohtalonsa oli johtaa Wyrmin armeija Gaian joukkoja vastaan. Ikävä kyllä Cuchulainnin isä ei ottanut asiaa kovin hyvällä ja kohteli poikaansa julmasti.

Kun Cuchulainn koki ensimmäisen muutoksensa, hänen isänsä vangitsi hänet maanalaiseen luolaan joka oli puoliltaan täynnä vettä ja kahlitsi Cuchulainnin käsistä kattoon. Siellä nuori lupus virui suunnilleen kolme vuotta, syömällä vain mitä annettiin (sekin vaikutti olevan jotain ei-niin-mukavaa) ja kestäen isänsä hakkaamisen ja raiskaukset.

Eräänä päivänä Hiven kolme johtajaa halusivat nähdä miten nuori messias pärjäsi, ja nopeasti Cuchulainnin isä päästi poikansa vapaaksi ja esitteli tämän johtajilleen. Sen jälkeen Cuchulainn kuitenkin karkasi isältään ja piilotteli yhdessä toisen lupuksen, Jonasin, kanssa viikkotolkulla. Samalla nuori philodox mietti keinoja kostaa.

Cuchulainnin isä sai kokea karmaisevan yllätyksen, kun hänen poikansa hakkasi yhdessä Jonasin kanssa miehen henkihievereihin ja sitoi seinään, antaen nopeasti kasvavan köynnöksen hitaasti kasvaa miehen läpi. Kun muu Hive näki messiaan teon, he juhlistivat sitä heittämällä silloin 14-vuotiaan Cuchulainnin Spiraaliin, josta hän selvisi hyvin.

Pääsykokeensa jälkeen Cuchulainn sai kokea elämänsä ensimmäiset orgiat, joiden tuloksena syntyi hänen vanhin poikansa (?) Jakob. Samalla hänet liitettiin laumaan Jonas, Snivelly ja Garbage nimisten metisten ja erään lupaavan nuoren theurgen, Lancen, kanssa.

Lauman sisäisten välien selvittely oli nopea. Cuchulainn nousi johtajaksi helposti; asia, mistä Lance jäi katkeraksi pitkään.

Nuori lauma vietti vuosia tappaen, raiskaten ja muuten tuhoten Gaian maata. Mutta eräänä myöhäisenä iltana, kun lauma oli hyökkäämässä Wyldiä palvovien ananasien kimppuun, se sai takaiskun. Snivelly ja Garbage menettivät henkensä hämähäkeille, ja jäljelle jäänyt kolmikko sai hädin tuskin hämähäkit tapettua.

Cuchulainn oitis alkoi potkia kuolleiden ruumiita nauraen heidän heikkouttaan, ja loikkasi umbraan nauramaan Wyldille ja Weaverille. Mutta sillä hetkellä häntä odotti olento josta hän ei kunnolla saanut selvää ja hetkessä hänen näkökenttänsä valtasi kuva hirveistä teoista joita hän tulisi tekemään.

Hengen tarkoitus oli luultavimmin saada poika ylpeäksi teoistaan, mutta toisin kävi. Cuchulainn oli elänyt monta vuotta 'unta', kiitos elämänsä julmuuden. Visio sai hänet heräämään ja tajuamaan tilanteen missä hän oli. Cuchulainnille oli ollut helppoa vuosia vain kulkea ja tehdä julmaa, kuuntelematta tai ajattelematta enempää, mutta nyt hän tajusi, ja suri ensimmäistä kertaa vuosiin.

Kun hän tuli takaisin umbrasta, Cuchulainn alkoi itkemään ja juoksi laumatoveireittensa luo, pyytäen anteeksi teoistaan. Tunnin tehtyään tätä, 19-vuotias nuori Dancer sanoi hyvästit entiselle elämälleen. Symboolina tästä hän leikkasi hiuksensa olemattomiin.

Muutos ei haitannut Jonasia, mutta Lance ei pitänyt johtajansa yhtäkkisestä muutoksesta, ja kaksikon suhde muuttui yhä kireämmäksi.

Cuchulainn rupesi opiskelemaan ihmisten kulttuuria tarkemmin kuin mitä hänelle oli Hivessä opetettu, heti kun oppi lukemaan siis. Hän löysikin lukemisesta itselleen jotain mitä normaali Dancerien elämä ei antanut. Niinpä hän rupesi lukemaan enemmän kirjoja, ja samalla opetteli ihmisten tapoja, hankkien vaatteita, käyden kirjastossa ja teellä. Jossain vaiheessa hän myös alkoi opiskelemaan teologiaa.

Tämä ei kuitenkaan ollut ainoa asia jota hän teki - Cuchulainn nimittäin rupesi harrastamaan diplomatiaa, ja niinpä hän ja hänen laumansa (yhä kokonaisuudessaan vain kolmijäseninen, koska Cuchulainn halusi pitää sen muistutuksena itselleen) muuttivat Englantiin ja sieltä kautta alkoivat valloittaa Hiveja itselleen. Koti-Hive oli turvassa pikkusiskon huollossa.

Erään Hiven valloitus muutti silloin 24-vuotiaan lupuksen suunnitelmia ja paljonkin. Hiveä johti äkäinen ahroun, jolla oli henkivarjoina kaksi albiinoa. Johtaja ei suostunut kuulemaan Cuchulainnin pyyntöjä rauhallisesta yhteistyöstä, vaan lähettii kaksoset messiaan kimppuun. Cuchulainn voitti kaksikon helposti (asia, jota hän ei, häpeäkseen, enää pysty tekemään) ja haastoi Hiven johtajan kamppailuun.

Johtaja hävisi, ja hänen henkivartijansa julmasti heittivät tämän happoiseen altaaseen.

Tutkiessaan Hiveä ja kuullessaan toiselta henkivartijoista, naiselta nimeltä Dances, että Hivellä oli diplomaattinen vahvuus, Cuchulainn päätti jäädä sinne asumaan. Lancen kanssa oli taas ongelmia, mutta theurge lopulta suostui.

Pian Cuchulainn myös huomasi, että eristyksissä muusta Hivestä eläneet Dances ja tämän pikkuveli, Skips (jotka olivat Hiven entisen johtajan metislapsia, ragabasheja vieläpä) vapauduttuaan isästään ja saatuaan uudelta johtajaltaan vapauden elää omaa elämäänsä, kukoistivat. Pian Dances nousi arvoasteikossa hänen vertaisekseen. Kaksikolla alkoi muutenkin olla vispiläkauppaa; molemmat pitivät kirjoista, lukemisesta ja politiikasta, ja molemmat inhosivat liiallista korruptiota. Niinpä pian he päättivät tulla puolisoiksi (josta Skips ei oikein tykännyt).

Dancesiin rakastuminen oli Cuchulainnille hyvin uusi tunne, ennen hän oli harrastanut seksiä vain pentujen toivossa ja erityisissä orgioissa (ja silloin kuin joku urpo pentu halusi olla pomo), ja sekin oli ollut väkivaltaista. Ei hän paljoa itse aktista perustanutkaan, mutta kun toinen puolisko viehätti, oli se mukavampaa.

Vuosia kului, Cuchulainn kasvatti imperiumiaan yhdessä Dancesin kanssa, josta oli tullut Hiven todellinen johtaja nopeasti. Pian heidän korviinsa kuului, että legendaarinen lauma, Ring of the Sun perustettaisiin ensimmäistä kertaa. Cuchulainn pestautui perustusseptin läheiseen kirkkoon papiksi, ja alkoi odottaa.

Muuta:
Cuchulainnin kyky muuttua hirviöksi perustuu Wyrmin messiaan merkkiin. Cuchulainn paranee nopeammin kuin mikään muu garou, ja pystyy suuttuessaan tarpeeksi muuttumaan nimensä hirviöksi. Muoto muuttaa hänen hiuksensa piikeiksi, hänen kitansa levenee ja tulee täyteen piikikkäitä hampaita, toisesta silmästä tulee vain viiru ja toinen pulpahtaa ulos päästä.

Ase:
Eräänä päivänä tutkiessaan ulkomaalaisia kirjoja, Cuchulainn törmäsi kahteen kiinnostavaan aseeseen: kävelykeppiin piilotettavaan miekkaan ja orientaalin maan skalpellinterävään katanaan. Pian lupus alkoikin valmistamaan hopeasta ja bambusta näiden yhdistelmää. Syntyi Sirraak, Cuchulainnin rakas miekka joka toimii myös kävelykeppinä. Siinä asuu voimakas käärmehenki, joka suojaa miekkaa, ettei muu kuin Cuchulainn saisi käyttää sitä.



Homid.

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Hahmodata 3: Albiino kaksoset.
Nimi: Dances the Spiral Backwards, Daniella McBarker
Ikä: 34 ihmisvuotta
Sukupuoli: Nainen.
Rotu: Metis
Tribe: Black Spiral Dancer
Auspice: Ragabash
GIFTit: Burrow, Primal Anger, Haunting Stare, Blur of the Milky eye, Scent of Running Water, Blissful Ignorance , Doppleganger



Nimi: Skips the Spiral backwards, Simon.
Ikä: 34 ihmisvuotta.
Sukupuoli: Mies
Rotu: Metis
Tribe: Black Spiral Dancer
Auspice: Ragabash
GIFTit: Shed, Open Seal, Obscure the Truth , Sticky Fingers , Fly Feet , Howl of Banshee

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Question Meme:


1. If Dances and Dusan were locked in the same (really small) room for longer than a day, what would most likely happen?

Dusan would either be brutally raped, clawed himself to death or just being panicy as hell.

2. Super fun fun adventure amusement park marathon with you, William and Daniel! How will it go?

Will refuses to come, Daniel is too high, so no dice.

3. What musical instrument would Dances most likely play?

Your cock/troath Probably violin or cello.

4. What would you do without William?

Much.

5. What would you do if you hadn't met Dusan?

Be a sad Panda T_T

6. Do you miss Dusan?

No

7. If Skips and Cuchulainn were locked in the same (really small) room for longer than a day, what would most likely happen?

Double-sulk.

8. Would you marry Skips?

First I'd have to get airheadmoment  off him.

9. What musical instrument would Daniel most likely play?

A tuba.

10. Dusan and Samuru are forced to roleplay out a verbal couple fight. Who gets to play the wife?

Samuru, Dusan is BIGGER and Stronger and Samuru is WAY too nice.

*lisäystä*

1. Would you love to read Adoramos's very personal diary?

No ylipäätään että sillä ON semmoinen XD

2. What's Cuchulainn to you?

A fluffy guy who, if not a wyrm corrupted bastard, would be the ideal guy ^^

3. Ever slept in the same room with Dusan?

Well, I have a plushie like him.

4. Ever slept in the same room with Dances?

Hmm, dunno, she'd be great company until she decides you might be a fun toy XP

5. Do you trust Aman-Anna?

I used to

6. What song could be Aman-Anna's theme song?

The Animal I have Become-three days of Grace.

7. If Tahto played in a movie, what kind of character would they play?

Shy autistic kid.

8. Super fun fun adventure amusement park marathon with you, Cuchulainn and Skips! How will it go?

Both are BSDs, both LOVE to see how humans get scared...I'd be pissing my pants after TEN horror houses, and both boys would be just fine XP

9. If Cuchulainn played in a movie, what kind of character would they play?

A mysterious occultist guy, no doubt.

10. Do you trust Adoramos?

Why should I NOT XD

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Hahmo Data 2: Danny
Nimi: Daniel "Plants-Grow"
Ikä: 29 ihmisvuotta
Sukupuoli: Mies
Rotu: Shinju
Path: Gukutsushi
Giftit: Open Seal, Flow of Aura, Past Whispers, Taking the Forgotten, Ishin Denshin, Spirit Speech, Umekotchi's Mouth

Ulkonäkö:
Hitogata
Daniel on Hitogatassa n.190cm pitkä anorektinen mieshenkilö. Hänen hiuksensa ovat pitkät ja oranssit ja ulottuvat noin puoliselkään asti. Naamavärkki ei ole missään suhteessa komea, ellet pidä isonenäisestä anorektikosta.

Sambuhenge
Daniel tuntee olonsa jotenkin animen kettupojaksi.

Koto
Danielin synnyinmuoto on anthroversio tyypillisestä harjasudesta. Hiukset ja vaatteet pysyvät päällä.

Juko
Jätti harjasusi, ajattele hevosta.

Kyubi
Kyubissa Daniel on suht. normaali harjasusi ruumiinmuodoltaan. Kuvioinnit ovat kyllä kiinnostavia, kiitos Danielin kettu-isän. Muuten oranssissa turkissa on yllättävän paljon valkoista harjasudelle.

Luonne: Ensimmäinen asia mitä kukaan Danielista huomaa on luultavimmin tämän huumeaddiktio. Toisin kuin garout, kitsunet parantuvat samaan tahtiin kuin ihmiset, täten Daniel on yhtä koukussa kuin normaali ihminenkin olisi. Huumeissa ollessaan Daniel on useimmiten hyvin veltto ja passiivinen, ja kaikki epäilyttävä rekisteröidään hallusinaatioksi.

Kun Daniel ei ole huumeiden vaikutuksen alaisena, hän vaikuttaa jo huomattavasti älykkäämmältä ja hänen kanssaan voi jopa keskustella. Perusluonteeltaan Daniel on hyvin rauhallinen ja laskelmoiva heppu, joka ei helposti riitaannu muiden kanssa. Huumeisiin hän suhtautuu selväjärkisenä viha-rakkaus-suhteen tavoin. Toisaalta hänen monet temppunsa vaativat huumeita toimiakseen, toisaalta hänen addiktionsa marijuanan ja vähän vahvempiin kamoihin raastaa hänen hermojaan. Mutta silti hän jatkaa itsekokeiluja.

Historia: Kun muutama New Yorkilainen kitsune päätti käydä katsomassa miten lajikumppanit Brasiliassa pärjäsivät, eivät he taatusti odottaneet että he toisivat kotiin shinjupennun joka oli muuten kuin kuviointinsa puolesta täysi harjasusi. Danielin isä korkearvoisena kitsunena vietti yön paikallisen kitsunen kanssa - tulos oli Daniel.

New Yorkin ”palatsissa” Daniel kasvoi hemmoteltuna ja tylsistyneenä, ja muutoksensa jälkeen hän pääsi käymään ihmisten koulua.

Joidenkin mielestä harmiksi ja joidenkin mielestä onneksi, Daniel löysi huumeet luokkatovereittensa kautta. Ei kestänyt kauaa ennen kuin shinju jo kasvatti omiaan umbrassa.

Pathiksi Daniel valitsi kuin luonnostaan Gukutsushin ja oli valmis tehtäviin.

Paitsi että huumekierre teki hänestä hyödyttömän monella tapaa ja Daniel jäi odottamaan tehtäviä vuosiksi.

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Hahmodata 1: Dusan.
Nimi: Dusan 'Wakes-the-Fallen' Michaels, Djehuty.
Ikä: 19 ihmisvuotta.
Sukupuoli: Mies.
Rotu: Metis
Tribe: Silent Striders
Auspice: Theurge
GIFTit: Mother's Touch, Spirit speech, Create element, Sense Wyrm.
Perhe: Ahren (Isä; kuollut), Greta ( biologinen äiti;Hullu), Morgana ( äitipuoli; kasvatti Dusanin), Cahterine ( vanhin sisarpuoli; garou), Mary ( keskimmäinen sisarpuoli; ujo), Sara (nuorin sisarpuoli; sairaana usein)
Lauma/asema: Ring of the Sun / Beta(?)

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Cuchulainn's daemon

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It lives! It....it is OOC.
(letter format because Dogweed just is fed up with this)

Just because the character happens to be a Mad Scientist, you don't need to give him/her a cliche Mad personality instead of the one he/she already has, really.

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