
Imogen can trace her lineage back centuries, thanks to a particularly obsessed aunt of hers, and knows that she has had quite a few monumentous Garou in her family. It was not that hers was a family overtly blessed with the full blooders, but when one of her family bred true, they bred true with a passion, and joined the battle to win. They did not win, but at the very least they became heroes. There are three ancestors of Imogen of note, all long dead.
Twenty generations ago, the battle was a different cry from the battle today. The wyrm was not as strong as it was then, the Black Spiral Dancers were still getting their numbers up. The weaver was spinning frantically, but for every two steps forward, the Garou forced Her another step back. The cities grew, but slowly. The wyrm grew, but slowly. Imogen's many time great grand father was a galliard by the name of Gaia's Lament. He is remembered not for some great battle he won, not some great heroic measure, but that he was one of the Garou present when Fire's Flame, Ahroun of the Fianna fought a great battle against one of the first fallen White Howlers to surface. Imogen's aunt insisted that Gaia's Lament had coined the term black spiral dancer, but her more cynical niece doubts it; stories are convoluted over time. What is known is that many of Gaia's Lament's stories are still told today by some of the most skilled galliards, telling of how Fire's Flame fought without fear and won with only a single mark on his arm to show for it. What is not told by most galliards is that Fire's Flame died several days later of a poisoned wound no theurge could halt.
Other Garou run through her line, warriors, singers, spiritual advisors. A hundred years ago, and five generations before Imogen, however, the Slaughter line found themselves gifted with another hero, from an unlikely source. Saloon Player was a Fianna Ragabash of dubious reputation. Whoring, drinking, singing songs in an offkey bellow, he was an untamable cliath until his pack was wiped out. What was happy hardened and what was amusing died. He had been a cliath five years, and in another five years he was an Adren. Fight the fight, get the war, kill the wyrm. He was a scout. A first line of defense. An assassin. He found fetishes and helped fight great wars; he scouted out traps, and hated the wyrm until the day he died, in the depths of a blight, on a mission to find a lost fetish. The fetish is still missing, though now, even those who tell the stories cannot remember what it was for.
The last Garou in Imogen's blood-line was her great grandfather, three generations ago. He is arguably the most famous, an Ahroun by the name of Carves the Name. He went through his First Change when he was 15. By the time he was twenty one, he was a fostern. Thirty, and he was an Adren. Thirty-five, Athro. His life was glory after glory, spilled blood after spilled blood, death after death. Wyrm creature after wyrm creature. He became Warder at the Sept of Men-An-Tol, a proud position, a great thing for him. He protected the caern from the wyrm. He protected the caern with his life. Fifteen, he was a Garou. Twenty one, he was a fostern. Thirty? Adren. Thirty-five and he was an Athro.
Thirty eight and he was dead, slain because there were too many, too much at once. And there were not as many Guardians because the Alpha had wanted some for his war, his battle they were waging on the other side of Cornwall. The death was noble. The death was heroic. It was a death, nonetheless, and final.
Imogen's Family
The Slaughter family has been, up until recently, completely and permanently afixed to the Sept of Men-An-Tol. Their kinfolk have been there. Their Garou have been aligned there. It's a good family name, it's a good family to be born into. A family that appears to have ended with the Fianna kinfolk who moved across the seas. For some reasons after another, Imogen's family have been whittled away. Her aunt is a spinster. Her father died, leaving her an only child. And Imogen appears to be in no way inclined to further the family tree, it seems that a fine blood line might just die out.
Pity.
Her Lineage According to the Werewolf System
Imogen has pure breed three. She gains three dice in any social or challenge rolls against Garou.
Her Lineage According to Roleplay
Imogen is thought to resemble one somewhat known female relative, known for her rousing battle songs, but more so, she is thought to resemble Carving the Name, who is still recent enough for storytellers to remember his appearance accurately. She has his red hair, his dark eyes. She has some of his temper. And somewhere, she got that stubbornness. Among the Garou, Imogen may not be liked, but she can manage a little more than most kinfolk can. It's a double edged sword for someone who wants as little to do with the Garou as possible.
