Attributes

Physical
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 2

Social

Charisma: 3
Manipulation: 3
Appearance: 2

Mental
Perception: 4 [Blood Hound]
Intelligence: 3
Wits: 4 [Ingenious]

Abilities

Talents
Alertness: 2
Athletics: 2
Brawl: 2
Dodge: 2
Empathy:
Expression: 1
Intimidation:
Primal-Urge: 3
Larceny: 2
Barter: 1

Skills
Animal Lore: 1
Crafts:
Etiquette: 2
Archery:
Melee:
Leadership:
Performance: 2
Boating:
Stealth: 2
Survival: 3

Knowledge
Culture:
Enigmas: 2
Investigation: 1
Trading:
Linguistics:
Healing: 1
Occult:
Nation Lore:
Rituals: 1
Herbology:

Advantages

Backgrounds
Totem [Bear]:
Rites: 2
Pure Breed:3

Gifts
Jack-Rabbit Jump
Scent of Running Water
Beast–Speech

Renown

Glory:
Honor
Wisdom: 3

Rage: 3
Gnosis: 5
Willpower: 6

Weakness: Wyld Affinity: Cannot regain gnosis near weaver

Homid
See above
Difficulty: 6

Glabro
Strength +2
Stamina +2
Appearance -1
Manipulation -1

Difficulty: 7

Crinos
Strength +4
Dexterity +1
Stamina +3
Appearance 0
Manipulation -3

Difficulty: 6
Incite delirium in humans

Hispo
Strength +4
Dexterity +2
Stamina +3
Manipulation -3

Difficulty: 7

Lupus
Strength +1
Dexterity +2
Stamina +2
Manipulation -3

Difficulty: 6

Other Traits
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Fetishes
Item: Medicine Bag of Stealth
Dedicated: Y
Level: 2
Gnosis: 4
Power: Reduces all stealth difficulty by 2

Rites
Voice of the Jackal [Charisma + Rituals Difficulty: 7]

Nature: Show-off
Demeanor: Gallant

Merits and Flaws

Merit
Animal Magnetism - -2 difficulty animal attraction
Cost: 1 pt
Dare Devil - -1 difficulty danger
Cost: 3 pt
Danger Sense
Cost: 3 pt
Common Sense
Cost 1 pt

Flaw
Strict Carnivore
Cost: 1 pt
Sign of the Wolf
Cost: 2 pt
Pitiable
Cost: 1 point
Animal Musk
Cost: 1 pt
Twisted Upbringing
Cost: 1 pt
Forced Transformation – when frenzy forced transformation to hispo
Cost: 2 pt

Expanded Background

Mentor

Pure Breed

Kinfolk

Past Life

Pack Totem

Possessions
Gear (Carried)
Equipment (Owned)

Sept
Name: Koatekawok
Caern Location: near Finger Lake
Level: 3
Type: Honor
Totem: Bear
Leader: Chipawata

History

Prelude

Decription
Age: 16
Hair (fur): grey-brown
Eyes: black
Wolf Breed: Canis lupus lyenon
Human Race:
Sex: Male

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Homid
Height:
Weight:
Galbro
Height:
Weight:

Cinos
Height:
Weight:

Hispo
Height:
Weight:

Lupus
Height:
Weight:

Battle Scars:

Metis Deformity: None

Visuals

Pack Chart

Character Sketch

The cool water seeking into my fur relieving my son heated body. I sink deeper and deeper into the back of my eyes, each cold wave separating my body from my mind. I’ve always wondered why the moon cloaked Herself in the night and as the darkness grows infinitely around me I understand. A long forgotten lover seducing me leading me into the womb I abandoned for flesh.

I fell identity become an alien concept, and I indulge in this. Disassociation and I crave it. So long have I been alone so isolated in this fading flesh. Oh Gaia my cursed creator did you rip my soul from this? Did you trade my bliss to relieve your damnation? When you bound me to yours skin did you cry? Gaia my beloved Mother why did you betray me?



My being falls inside the endless void. I have no border. My being is leaking into all around me. Distance grows between memories and self realization. This place is not for me. This place will destroy me. I crave the infinite and I grow numb far beyond the northern winters could have inflicted. Beyond what I remember of my mothers neglect. The memory of my body my existence burns as it trickles away.

I feel a touch where the memory of my face lingers; comfort and solitude. If I had eyes they would cry despite me. My memories are scarce and have their own wills to exist. Each tear collecting in a puddle like unforgiving polished silver. It flows and takes form. A vague creation but I sense its silence and power. Fear is the last to fade and I am enthralled by this form in the void. Horns emerge and it steps forward. Turning its shifting face towards me I realize I am dying. To dissolve to twine with Nothing is orgasmic and endless to die is suffering and limited.



It leaps into the darkness and the hunt is on. The White Stag. And my will takes hold and I flow just a shadow of myself. Echoes collected together. But I can run.

I know where my prey grazes and it will be mine. The craving for its flesh to give way under my jaw, its blood caressing my tongue my mouth and I keep running on hollow legs. I am the Hunt. I am.

My prey is close I feel its scent hear its peace and I am running. I see it. It is no Stag just a smeared spot on the infinite darkness. Blight like compacted clumped sand.

I leap, biting for what I determine is its throat. Teeth meets ghost as I jumped into myself. My feet land and I feel the Hunt claw at my back.

The Stag is close and he is coming. My legs dig in and I run. Leap and run. A breeze builds and flows over me pealing away the echo shell exposing fur long forgotten. Ripples of the rushing wind define my shell that I ill with the self almost lost. I run.
I know this place. I’ve been here. I see a meadow and a lonely tree. I must be there.



I stop and take pose under the tree as if it was all I am meant for. I stand.

I hear the spear before it hits. I see the shining White Stag in man skin crouching in the grass. I fall limp and my eyes will not close. I can not move I cannot breathe. So I run faster but my legs won’t even stand. He caught me here and he kneels over me and says a prayer to Gaia. My heart pours out my eyes, remorse and regret.

I am sorry I am sorry. My Beloved my Mother my Being forgive me not. He says Her name and Gaia gives me Her heartbeat.



Give me back my abyss and turn from me. I cannot endure Your forgiveness.

My eyes roll to the stag and he speaks my name. He bleeds and it’s his blood that pools at my wound and collapsed body. But I am dying none the less. Forgiven and suffering floating on the shallow pool of His blood.



The cold rushes back existence defined where water meets flesh. Cool euphoria cycling through me. Gentle waves rock me and I breathe them in.

I wake as cold water hits my lungs.

My head! My head! I cannot breath.

My quivering body forsaken and abandoned has no more left, but I must lift my head. My last act: I will tell Father Sky of my sins. My punishment cannot be covered by Mothers love.
I break the surface and expel the lake from within me. I can breathe but it hurts I am tired and there is no help. At least Father Sky will not save me and it comforts me.

The beach is under foot and I leave the lake exhausted and unsuccessful. The clouds depart and the sun warms me.



My prayers were curses like sour milk from wretched breast. Exhumed from self delusion, I am afflicted with choice, and I collapse. Fade to black.

“Great Stag, servant of Gaia, roamer of the Wyld, I own you a debt for your guidance on behalf of Gaia. I ask to serve you and for you to guide me in protecting Gaia. You have bound me to you and I ask you to not forsake Gaia’s gift. I bow before you and honor you under the moon. Protect my pack and let me be bound to you."

Oh Great Stag
Come to us come to us
Make us whole again
With the land and the lake
I am Liir
A traveler.