>> A skilled sniper...

The target was standing at the edge of the crowd around the makeshift stage, bopping her head to the heavy beat of the growling band. In her small hands, she held a massive but aged SLR camera. The kids in the crowd had parted for her earlier like she was some sort of royalty or rock star. 

Either that or perhaps the people were just instinctively afraid of her true nature. Intel said differently, though, having read out that she was positioned highly "in the scene".

Smiling unnaturally wide, he vocalised into the mic as he casually touched his ear. "Target spotted."

A hiss of static followed by a sibilant whisper, "Stay on target."

Nodding, he slipped further into the shadows, hands sinking deep into his pockets. His smile stretched ear to ear, flesh splitting bloodlessly and yellowed serrated teeth showing through.

---

She felt tired.

So tired that her camera felt it was going to pull her to the ground and keep her there. She yawned and blinked. Her clothes were sticking to her body and she felt perspiration trickling down her back and face.

Slinging her camera around her shoulder, she walked leisurely out of the small bar which was holding the gig. Yet again, the crowd parted for her. Once upon a time, that would have made her feel really smug, but not now, not tonight. 

Not for a while, in fact.

Once outside, she fished out a battered pack of cigs from her jacket pocket. Sighing, she pulled a stick out and placed it in the corner of her mouth. She sighed again, deeply. Am I getting too old for this or what?, she wondered as she looked up into the sky while leaning against a wall. She stayed like that for a while, her cig getting soggy as it hung from her lips. A couple of kids came out for the air, giving her a wide berth and space. She ignored them, finally lighting up.

Blowing out a stream of smoke, she felt a chill travel down her spine. She rotated her neck, hearing a satisfying creak, while her eyes slowly looked around. She felt someone watching her, like there was a target board hanging around her neck.

She pushed away from the wall and stretched. Yawning, she strolled down a ways to the entrance of an alleyway. Casually looking to her left and then her right, she cocked her head to one side as she exhaled a thick puff of smoke. Sighing again, she walked into the darkness of the alleyway.

A dark figure followed shortly behind, slipping in and out of the shadows, followed by an unusual couple. The couple acted like they were in heat and virtually slithered into the alleyway.

Several pairs of glowing eyes looked on into the alleyway from the shadow cast by the roof of the bar.

This night was about to get bloody.

---

Even if being decked out in the unusual ensemble of silver necklaces, thigh-length cheongsam, fur-trimmed leather hooded jacket, brass knuckle rings, skin-tight dark Cheap Mondays and a pair of industrial Doc Marts wasn't a giveaway, her multi-colored streaked side-fringe, long jet black hair and petite size would be.

This scene queen is famous locally not only for her unique sense of style and presence at every music event & venue but her amazing photographic skills and her loud, outspoken support of the LGBT community & women's rights.

This pugnacious li'l firecracker doesn't talk about her past before her Rite of Passage much, if at all. She clams up if ever asked, some claiming she looks haunted when pressed for details about herself. Grapevine has it that she's an orphan or an abandoned teen who lived around and grew up in the local music scene. There are some other far-fetched stories circulating around the local septs, but it's been chalked up to too much imagination and free time among the younger crowd.

To her, it doesn't matter where she's been and who she was, only that she's here now.

And she ain't going anywhere till the Fat Wyrm sings its last.

[Tsoi] Mei Lien, Flash-at-Dawn

Scene Queen Photojournalist

Black Fury Galliard Homid

Visionary(N) / Rebel(D)

Cliath (1)

Willpower 3 | Rage 4 | Gnosis 2

Physical 5 | neg: lethargic

Social 5 | neg: awkward

Mental 7 | neg: impatient

Brawl, Craft (Camera: Analog), Dodge, Etiquette, Expression (Photography) x3, Language (Cantonese), Performance (Guitar: Acoustic), Performance (Singing) x2, Streetwise, Subterfuge

Contacts x2, Fame x1, Fetish x2 (Camera Obscura), Resources x2

Influence (Media) x2

Dark Secret (f1), Petite (f1), Short Fuse (f2)

(1) Persuasion, Mindspeak, Heightened Senses

Note:
* Negative trait awkward is a lesser version of the negative trait shy.

* Fetish - Camera Obscura: (Level 2, Gnosis 5) The Camera Obscura is a vintage analog camera that's used to detect spirits and other invisible creatures. These rare artifacts are inhabited, and powered, by either an owl-spirit, death-related spirit or, Gaia forbid, an actual wraith. Flash-at-Dawn lovingly crafted hers with a combination of a titanium frame, mahongany veneers carved with roses and ivory inlays as well as charming the owl-spirit into service. Once this fetish is activated, the user can use its viewfinder to see any spirits and other such normally invisible creatures in the area for the duration of the scene. It cannot see through walls and other forms of thick barriers. However, on a critical success, the user may be able to peer into the Umbra.

* Flaw - Petite : Short, Vampire: the Masquerade page 297.

... with a phos-bright camera-flash.

>> From a statement of time...

"2219"

Welcome to the Year 2219.

The world has changed a lot since you were put on ice and spaced up.

It's been broken down into two super-powers: the Euromerican Alliance in the Western Hemisphere and the Pacifica Conglomerate in the Eastern Hemisphere.

Euromerica is not so much an alliance as it is one large federalized union of nation-states dominated by the nation-descendant of the 21st century USA.

The Conglomerate is a representative oligarchy, since the countries of Asia and Australasia Privatized, transforming into corp-nations.

The Yangtze Syndicate and Jai-Hind Megacorp have the largest blocs of voting power on the Oligarchical Council, but Singapura Tech (SingTech for short) and Nippon Foundries own the technologies that every nation uses.

The region originally known as the Middle-East is now known as the Desert Emirates, aligned with neither side and stubbornly holding on to neutrality. The militaristic Emirate of Israestine, the end result of the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict, maintains its grip on its territory, including the area surrounding the Suez Canal, and resists the predations of the other Emirates.

Russia's been broken down by severe economic pressure & downturn, orchestrated by the pre-privatisation Pan-Asian Bloc, industrial sabotage, internal strife caused by dissenters, agent provacateurs & rebels, the Chechen Problem coming home to roost, "Siberiarization" - the freak Ice Age that hit poor Mother Russia - and the Bratva Russkya hostile takeover of the government nearly a century ago.

Whatever's left of Russia is actually the physical landmass of Siberia, which currently stretches up to Irkutsk and is now the Corpnation of the Russo-Cyberian Enclave.

The Russian Steppes are home to nomads and vast underground warrens, neither side able to claim them wholesale due to the presence of the Kossacks and their underground dwelling Kohl Black allies. Therefore, both sides had to be satisfied to leave it as a buffer zone.

Africa is mostly desert and grassland, its countries having dissolved into supposed anarchy or gone 'wild', its people returning to feudal or nomadic ways.

Except for the remains of South Africa, Namibia, Lesotho, Swaziland, Mozambique & Madagascar and some of surrounding islands which now make up the arcological ecopolises of the Afrikaan Republic.

There are a lot of possibilities for making cred and earning rep, regardless which side of the line you choose, mate.

Unless you choose to be one of the Greys, which is another story by itself.

So, let's get you cleaned up and looking good for the world, ey...


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... came a whole idea for a world.

>> Sing a song or two...

The following two lyric sets were written/composed for the small group role-playing the members of the Gaia's Tears Rock Band pack. This was just for flavour and fun.

Enjoy.

Our Mother

Gaia's Tears

Spoken:
Can You Hear it?
Our Mother, She's Crying...
Can You Hear It?
Our Mother, She's Weeping...
Can You Hear It?
Our Mother, She's Crying Out for Help.

Neglected, Uncared for, Unloved
By Her Children, and Generations beyond
None Believed, None Saw the Truth for What it was
Living In Their Own World,
Cocooned By Lies

Can You Hear it?
Our Mother's Cries
Can You Hear It?
Our Mother's Weeping
Can You Hear It?
Our Mother's Crying Out for Help

It Came Too Late, When They'd Stopped Running
Her Skin was scarred, Body Milked Dry
Battles Upon Battles, Wars Upon Wars
Her Children, They Bled,
For Their Own Greed

Can You Hear it?
Our Mother's Cries
Can You Hear It?
Our Mother's Weeping
Can You Hear It?
Our Mother's Crying Out for Help

Listen With Your Heart
Listen With All Your Might
Can You Hear it On the Wind?
Can You Hear it On the Waves?
... Our Mother's Crying Out For Help

Can You Hear it?
Our Mother's Cries
Can You Hear It?
Our Mother's Weeping
Can You Hear It?
Our Mother's Crying Out for Help

A New World (Into Gaia's Arms)
Gaia's Tears

Gaia's arms...

Gaia's arms...

S: No one believed her

No one imagined it was true

No one could see her

winter haven coming into view

F: She says she's seen the land beyond

She said she's walked through Babylon

She felt the cold beneath her feet

And time stood still where the winter won't sleep

S: (where the winter won't sleep)

Chorus
S: I've seen a new world...
F: like nothing before...
just step through the door right
S: Into a new world...
F: Into Gaia's arms
S: I've seen a new world...
F: like nothing before...
just step through the door right
S: Into a new world...
F: Into Gaia's arms

S: All hope was fading, a darkness far beyond their might

But love came crusading on the wings of healing sacrifice

F: She gave them something to believe

Came back in all Her majesty

She conquered evil through Her love and handed them the land they were dreaming of S: (love came crusading)

Chorus
S: I've seen a new world...
F: like nothing before...
just step through the door right
S: Into a new world...
F: Into Gaia's arms
S: I've seen a new world...
like nothing before...
just step through the door right
S: Into a new world...
F: Into Gaia's arms

F: I never dreamed it but it seems that She's alive again

Shaking Her mane She's just the same as I remembered Her

The spell is weakening with every breath She's breathing in

S&F: And when She roars they can't ignore that She's our queen again

S: (There, just beyond the moonlight)

S: I've seen, I've seen, I've seen a new world...

F: Into a new world...

Into Gaia's arms

Chorus
S: I've seen a new world...
F: like nothing before...
just step through the door right
S: Into a new world...
F: Into Gaia's arms
S:I've seen a new world...
F:like nothing before...
just step through the door right
S: Into a new world...
F: Into Gaia's arms

S: Into a new world...

S&F: Gaia's arms...

Note:

* played and sung similarly to Toby Mac's "New World" track.

* slightly modified from Toby Mac's "New World" lyrics.

* S : Siobahn, opera-like intonation.

* F : Faolan, rap feel.

... of sixpence and a pocketful of Gaia.

>> The best deals...

"Scars and Sutures are a strange pair. Scars is a petite girl of 18 years with social insecurities, and yet is still able to charm those who meet her, who wants to forget her past. Sutures is an oversized, happy-go-lucky pup covered with scars who loves Scars - and is more than willing to stand between her and certain death - who can't even remember anything of his life before Scars found him in the Alaskan wilderness. And they're virtually inseparable. Like I said, a strange pair, but nonetheless interesting."

- from the lips of Two-Tales, without his usual reiteration

The girl known simply as Scars was born to mixed Japanese and Eurasian parents under the name of Cassandra Akae Meung, and spent the majority of her childhood and early teens traveling from one oil rich area to the next. It was on her family's last stop in Alaska that she met Sutures, the young Wendigo that, even to this day, has no recollection of his past life before Scars.

Sutures was found, beaten, cut up and already scarred, by Sandra and her dad while out on a camping trip in the Alaskan wilderness. Mistaking him for a large, stray Husky sled dog, Scars convinced her dad to take him in. Sandra nursed him back to health and named him Sutures for the sheer amount of thread-work involved in sewing him back together. Shortly after he recovered, he was trained to be a Seeing-Eye dog for Scars' baby brother Cane, a survivor of an accident that'd taken the life of their elder brother, Kenichi, and had left Cane blind. At this point, Sutures was still unable to remember anything of his past as one of the of Garou, let alone his childhood as a wolf pup; he believed himself to be that which his 'family' called him, a Husky named Sutures.

A couple of years passed, and Sutures was feeling very much at home with the Meungs. And yet, he felt strange, that something was not quite right. Sandra had been having strange disturbing dreams as well, of running through many places with a wolf by her side. A wolf that looked strangely like Sutures only without the scars.

His feelings and her dreams were proved right one night in June when Sandra, Cane and himself were set upon by a group of what appeared to be bulky drunks. Sutures stood protectively over the two of them, snarling and biting any who got too close to them. Until a steel pipe knocked him soaring into a heap in a corner where two of the drunks viciously kicked and beat him repeatedly. In a daze, Sutures saw the forms of the drunks - men and women - shift into things that didn't seem natural; he watched through a red mist as Cane was slowly, almost languidly beaten, and Sandra was beaten and forced to her knees, her clothes being ripped from her body. And then he felt his body stretch, twist and grow upwards, just as the same phenomenon occurred to Sandra. Rage coursed through them, exploding outwards in a fury of fangs and claws.

They ripped through their assailants, and yet more appeared from the shadows to assault them. When they were on the verge of being dragged down to their deaths, a pack of Garou burst in, ultimately saving their lives. They were carried, lost to unconsciousness, to the local Caern where they were told what they had become. They'd assumed that Sutures was a cub. That was, until they saw the Renown markings that trailed down his arms and across his back and torso. A Galliard known as Two-Tales happened to be there and read the glyphs, discovering his name and his deeds. And yet Sutures was unable to remember.

Sandra's injuries, the ones that had broken and torn the skin, had been healed but the scars that they'd left behind were in the shape of stars. Her Rite of Passage was done and her petname from the Sept of the Black Snow became her deedname: Scars-Like-Stars.

Shortly after, the Sept flexed their influence and wrangled her father's re-assignment to the South-East Asian regional headquarters in Singapore as well as quarantine and veterinary documents for Sutures, hoping that Scars & Sutures' infamy as well as past would have difficulties chasing after them.

They have been staying low and out of trouble for a while since arriving in Singapore.

Though it may not stay that way for long.

Scars

Cassandra Scars-Like-Stars

Children of Gaia Galliard Homid

"The Little Girl"

Caregiver(D) / Child(N)

Cliath (1)

Willpower 4 | Rage 3 | Gnosis 3

Physical 3 / neg: docile

Social 10 / neg: naive, shy

Mental 11

Dodge, Performance (Acting & Singing), Rituals, Subterfuge, Survival

Kin Folk x1, Past Life x1, Resources x2, Rites x2

Influence (High Society) x1, Influence (Occult) x1, Influence (Street) x1

Short (f1), Shy (f1), Soft-hearted (f1), Banned Transformation: Star Filled Skies (f3), Ward (f3)

(1) Persuasion, Beast Speech, Spirit Speech, Mother's Touch

(0) Greeting the Sun, Greeting the Moon (1) Rite of Dedication, Rite of Cleansing

Sutures

Scar-Lined-Skin-Bound-By-Blood-Thread

Wendigo Ahroun Lupus

"And Her Big Dog"

Caregiver(D) / Protector(N)

Fostern (2)

Willpower 3 | Rage 5 | Gnosis 5

Physical 12

Social 7 / neg: bestial, feral

Mental 7 / neg: violent

Brawl, Dodge, Primal-Urge x2, Profession (Seeing-Eye Dog), Stealth, Subterfuge, Survival

Fetish x3, Pure Breed x1

Canine Appearance (m3) | Amnesia (f2), Scarred (f2), Ward (f3)

(1) Hare's Leap, Heightened Senses, Razor Claws, Call the Breeze (2) Clenched Jaw, Sense the Unnatural, Spirit of the Fray

Notes:
* Kinfolk (Cane Yori Meung) / Flaw - Ward (Cane Yori Meung) : Scars' 'baby' brother who was left blind by an accident. Sutures' was trained and is used as his Seeing-Eye dog. Cane is 'in the know' and works as a tutor to blind children while living and studying with Scars. _{Cane is the second subject attuned to Sutures' Dog Tags fetish.}

* Flaw - Banned Transformation (Star Filled Skies) : Scars cannot transform into any form - other than her Homid form - on a night where the sky is clear and filled with clearly visible stars.

* Archetype - Protector : Sutures feels the need to defend any and all who are weaker or unable to do so themselves as well as those he considers dear to his heart, and will go to great lengths to do so.

* Fetish - Dog Tags : (Level 3, Gnosis 7) Using a pair of identification discs [military or otherwise] hung from a simple collar or choker, a fetish was created which allowed the owner to keep track of those they love or have been charged with protecting. It allows the owner to know the location and status of his chosen subject or subjects, not more than two. To attune the tags to the subject, the subject must touch the tags while the owner activates it. Once activated, the owner will be able to know the status of the subject, breathed in his ear, though in simple wordings like "in danger" or "hurt". In addition, if the subject is far away, the owner may scry upon the subject's immediate surroundings which will appear in his mind's eye. However, there is a maximum limit on this viewing ability as it will not extend past the city limits and must be attuned to the subject in every different city that they visit. It is also rumored that these fetishes can be used on buildings or other valued sites. Any form of urban, protective spirit - such as a kestrel or watchdog - may be used to power this fetish.

* Merit - Canine Appearance : Sutures can pass himself off as a large Husky in his Lupus form.

* Flaw - Amnesia : Sutures has no memory of his life before meeting Scars.

* Flaw - Ward (Cane Yori Meung & Scars-Like-Stars).

... come in pairs.

>> Follow the road...

"Ol' Two-Tales ain't quite so ol' an' walks a circuit that ranges from the shores of Englan' 'own to the western coast of Australia. With the occasional 'etour an' all by foot, no less. A truly amazin' sonnuvagun, if'n I've ever hear-tell of one.

I once picked 'im up while out on a trucking run from Marseilles to Talinn an', boy, can that boy talk your tail  an' ears off! An' his storytellin's so good that we a'most ran off the damn Autobahn!! If'n you ever meet 'im, tell 'im that Big Road Roller One's a-hopin' that our roads cross again. Hot-damn, do I miss his stories."

- as informed by the trucker Big Road Roller One, a Glass Walker Ahroun

Two-Tales is the misbegotten son of a Wayfarer 'Strider and an enamoured Wise Guy 'Walker. He lived the usual cliché life of one of his breed, with one difference: his mother and her pack actually LOVED the boy and looked after him as well as they could. But it was apparent that he was more 'Strider than 'Walker; ghosts plagued him. Upon his First Change, the circumstances of which still remain a mystery, he was handed over to a passing 'Strider.

The 'Strider sent Two-Tales to the Wheel of Ptah where he received his education and Rite of Passage. His deed-name is a pun, of how he likes to say or recite things twice and of his twin tails deformity.

Now, he wanders the world, from the ends of Europe to the eastern coast of Australia, with stops along the way in the Balkans, the Middle East and Asia. At each stop, he'll check in with the locals at their caerns, swapping stories& news and performing the occasional inking needlework.

Menekh'temses Two-Tales

Spinner of Tales, Scribe of Scars

Silent Strider Galliard Metis

Builder(N) / Loner(D)

Fostern (2)

Willpower 4 | Rage 4 | Gnosis 4

Physical 7

Social 11

Mental 7

Brawl, Dodge, Expression (Tattooes), Garou Lore x2, Glyph Lore, Occult, Performance (Storytelling)

Contacts x1, Resources x2

Influence (Occult) x1, Influence (Transport) x1

Medium (m3) / Compulsion: Twice-Said (f1), Dark Secret (f1), Nightmares (f1)

Twin tails & spinal base malformation (disf)

(1) Call of the Wyld, Persuasion, Sense the Wyrm, Speed of Thought

(1) Rite of Dedication

Note:
* Flaw - Compulsion (Twice-Said) : Two-Tales feels compelled to repeat or recite important things twice, tho' not necessarily in the same form.

* Disfigurement - Twin tails : Two-Tales was born with two tails joined at the stump. It is present in all forms and he either disguises them as a deformed back [ie. hunchback] OR hides them by stuffing them into the bottom of a large backpack or butt-bag, which causes quite a bit of discomfort. He's also known to cosplay as the Two-Tailed Kyubbi form of Naruto. _{[Should we make this a Dark Secret!? - KAZEone]}

* Disfigurement - Spinal base malformation : Due to the twin tails, the base of his spine has been malformed and under constant pressure which causes him discomfort in all his humanoid forms.

... twice walked and traversed.

>> With a nurse in the family...

Cute and bubbly wit' a heart of gold, Sasha was well on her way ter bein' a good nurse an' an upstandin' citizen. That was 'til 'er First Change, o' course, and she foun' out that she was a werewolf, one of the Garou. One of us. Now she's busy trying ter juggle her studies an' ambitions of being a nurse, her duties as one of the Sept, an' bein' a good partner to her gerlfrien'. No, I'm not homophobic, y'hear! I'm just a-lettin' yer young pups know in advance before y'all - Gaia forbid - try to pick 'er up, y'understand. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, she's copin' alright, tho' I believe the stress of 'er not bein' able ter tell 'er other half the truth is eatin' away at 'er.

She's an excellent healer, believe you me, she sewed me up aft'r a most particularly bad scrap. Wouldn't even know the scar's there, too. But she couldn't 'urt a fly, not even in 'er own defense. Too soft in the 'eart ter 'urt any'un. So, y'all look after 'er, y'hear? I's gotsta go sit wit' the other old folks 'fore they eats all me food.

- As told by Grandpappy Larkins

Sashamani ^d/_o M Krishna

Student Nurse

Children of Gaia Theurge Homid

Caregiver(N) / Reluctant Garou(D)

Cliath (1)

Willpower 5 | Rage 2 | Gnosis 5

Physical 4

Social 7

Mental 7

Athletics, Empathy, Medicine x2, Negotiation

Resources x3, Rites x1

Influence (Medical) x2

Calm Heart (m3) / Soft-hearted (f1)

(1) Persuasion, Mother's Touch, Luna's Armour

(1) Rite of Cleansing

Note:
* Dedicated to KAZE's godsister, Sushma.

_{... you gotta give props somewhere and somehow.}

>> The crash and pound of waves...

Faolan, or "Mac" among friends, is not your run-of-the-mill Half-Moon. Faolan constantly obsesses over lore which he argues lends credence and support to the laws of our people. And to learn, he translates everything into music and sings to memorise what he needs to know by heart. An old Galliard of the sept was overheard remarking "that it was such a waste that he wasn't born a Galliard".

It must be said that music runs in his veins, if not his whole family. The older brother of Siobahn O'Gallagher, born of expatriate common law parents, Faolan has always been immersed in music. Encouraged by his parents, he learnt as much as he could about music. In fact, even his First Change at the age of 18 involved music, in a way. It happened at a heavy metal concert, when a mosh-pit had transformed itself into an ugly riot. When his sister was in danger of being trampled to death, he felt his skin crawl, stretch and twist, unleashing the heart of Rage that he carried within. The period of his First Change is hidden behind a black-out; all he knows is that he woke up, semi-naked and covered in gore, several miles away in a deserted park with his sleeping sister cradled in his arms.

A few days later, while he was contemplating what had become of him, he was set upon by a trio of lean, sickly-looking black dogs. Standing in the surf, under the light of the Half-Moon, he Changed and held his ground, following the rhythm of the sea in his defence. He was rescued by a pack of Garou which had been tracking the trio of dogs. Taken to the Sept and educated by his elders, he learned quickly of what he was and what he had to do. He also learnt that his parents were truly kin in more ways than one.

He is part of Gaia's Tears because of several reasons: his sister Siobahn formed it after her First Change, he loves the music they play and he hopes to reach out to people's souls through the music, to make them aware of their actions and teach them about Mother Gaia. He hopes to change the world, by educating as many people as he can through the music the band plays. Not to say that he is not above teaching others a lesson with his fists, of course.

Faolan mac Conmara, Rhythm-of-the-Tides

Gaia's Tears

Headbangin' Musician

Fianna Philodox Homid

Alpha (N) / Visionary (D)

Cliath (1)

Willpower 3 | Rage 3 | Gnosis 3

Physical 6

Social 7 / neg: condescending

Mental 6 / neg: impatient

Dodge, Expression, Garou Lore, Music Theory, Performance (Rap, Bass & Drums) x3, Streetwise

Fame x3, Kinfolk x1, Pure Breed x1, Resources x3, Totem x1

Street Influence x2

Seldom Sleeps (m2) / Addiction: Nicotine (f1), Short Fuse (f2)

(1) Salmon Leap, Persuasion, Sense Wyrm

Note:
1) Faolan is pronounced "fwail-awn".

2) Translation of name is "Wolf Hound of the Sea".

... heralds a real threat to your system.

>> He who laughs a thousand times...

Wenenses was just another wolf living in the wilds of Minnesota, albeit a much leaner wolf than most. Even as a cub he'd a penchant for games and wandering, always mucking about with his brother and sisters or leading them off to explore their surroundings. This continued even into his adolescence, when even his siblings had outgrown it. His explorations took him further and further away from his pack, until he wandered out into a field of long grass. A small group of humans saw him and gave chase. Wenenses thought it was such a great game; leaping here and there, letting the humans get close and then darting off again. This carried on for a while until one human got fed-up and shot him in the rump.

This sparked his First Change, the pain giving way to Rage for having been hurt in a game that didn't warrant it. Losing sense of where and what he was, he only came to when the moon shined down upon him, illuminating his place in a rough circle of carnage and blood. Feeling some form of horrification, he turned to run but a glint of something shiny caught his eye. Curiousity overriding his better sense, he investigated the shiny object: a golden ring worn on a ripped off finger. Somehow using his teeth and paw, he trotted off with the ring in his maw.

He was found the next day by a pack of strange wolves who opened his eyes to what he had become even as his family shunned him. Wenenses laughed in joy, and has been laughing ever since; journeying the world in all its realms, exploring every nook, cranny and then some, and sneaking off with little trinkets whenever he can.

Wenenses, Laughs-a-Thousand

Laughing Rogue

Silent Strider (Wayfarer) Ragabash Lupus

Jester(N) / Jester(D)

Cliath (1)

Willpower 3 | Rage 3 | Gnosis 5

Physical 9

Social 5

Mental 5 / neg: Impatient

Dodge, Expression, Primal-Urge, Scrounge, Stealth x2, Streetwise x2, Survival

Ally x1 (Raven Gaffling), Fetish x1 (The Whole Gym Bag), Fetish x2 (Swift Fetish, Scar), Pure Breed x1

Medium (m3) / Banned Transformation: Relaxing Music (f1), Kleptomaniac (f2), Too Curious (f3)

(1) Hare's Leap, Blur of the Milky Eye, Open Seal, Sense Wyrm, Silence, Speed of Thought

Note:
* Fetish - The Whole Gym Bag : page 78, Tribebook Bone Gnawers Revised; a gift from a Sept of Bone Gnawers for delivering a cub safely into their hands.

* Fetish - Swift Fetish, Scar : page 81, Tribebook Red Talons Revised; part payment and part gift for services rendered to them for carrying warnings of an imminent assault by Wyrmfoes and participating in the defense of a 'Talon caern.

* Flaw - Kleptomaniac : page 76, Breedbook Ratkin

* Flaw - Too Curious : page 87, Breedbook Bastet

... often laughs last.