>> 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.

>>> I'll never let you fall...

This track has been bouncing around the inside on my head, repeatedly, in a random pattern. Especially the chorus. Strangely enough, this doesn't worry me. Probably because that it's pretty normal.

In my case, anyway.

Even if it has me wanting to mosh like a fiend.

Yup, pretty much average.

Just normal.

Really.

Anyways, lucky me found the music video on YouTube. So in true unselfish fashion (No, not just 'coz I'm crazy. Really!), I'm sharing this with whoever wanders across this way. Hope you lot enjoy it.

WOT-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

... right outta my head, just slide slowly out.

>>> Another post-apocalyptic...

... animation, is anyone noticing something yet?

>>> Off the cuff...

A Fistful of Copper is a spur-of-the-moment creation actually written as the beginning of a tandem story piece between a friend and I, so it may not, if ever, see completion. Originally 'written' off the cuff in under two hours, I've just spent the last six hours, off and on, editing and rewriting it to make it somewhat presentable.

I need an editor. Hahaha.

And feel free, if you like, to continue this in your own way. All I ask is that you allow me to read your work.

Thanks!

I hope that all of you enjoy this mad creation.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
A Fistful of Copper

Extra notes:

1 Most mages in this world are called Casters. Eg. Warcasters who use their magic with military purposes, Tekcasters (rare outside of foundry/forge cities) who use their magic mostly for the creation of items and technology (such as it is), Hexcasters who cast curses and huck up aggressive spells (think witches and warlocks), etc.

2 The halfling is a Tekcaster by the name of Magraudlin "Mags" O'Roark, who's an army veteran, trader, tinker and talented 'Jack-smith. He is possessed of endless cheerfulness, which some think is some sort of unbreakable hex, and an incurable curiousity. He is infamous along the Frontier Border and can proove to be a frustrating character to deal with.

3 Mags' 'Jack is a siege-grade custom Warjack named Wideload, powered by a custom-built V-twin stack 'flashcore' eldritch engine powered by coal but also has the ability to absorb fire & lightning strikes for use as fuel and armed with Stormhammer fists as well as a pair of recessed large caliber HEAP (High Explosive Armor Piercing) slugthrowers in its shoulders while being protected by thick layers of armour. Its armour is adorned with engravings of clockwork mechanisms and hexagonal dragonscales. Due to its sheer weight, its speed is considered to be slow but the custom-built engine not only allows a short boost in speed but also the ability to 'flashstep', a form of short-ranged teleportation. There is a small saddle for Mags so he can ride on it. In addition, the Jack is capable of quadrupedal movement which doubles its ground speed, and can carry up to five times its weight.

4 All 'Jacks are powered by Eldritch Engines, usually a single stack of a rugged, robust nature. Eldritch engines use different kinds of fuel, depending on purpose, maker and model, which can vary from enchanted coal to molten lava.

5 'Jacks require Casters to control them, though there are rumours of 'Jacks gaining sentience. These rumours are unproven, however.

... with a pocketful of coins.