Character Sheet

Character Name: Thorliev the Wolf
Player Name: Chris Kelly
Chronical: Swope Park, Gangrel
Nature: Survivor
Demeanor: Bravo
Clan: Gangrel
Generation: 12th
Sire: Ulfgar Bonecrusher
Concept: Viking Warrior/Runecaster

Attributes:
Physical		Social		Mental
Strength	4	Charisma	2	Perception	2
Dexterity	3	Manipulation	1	Intelligence	3
Stamina	3	Appearance	1	Intelligence	3
None	0	None	0	Wits	3

Abilities:
Skills:		Talents:		Knowledges:
Alertness	1	Animal Ken	2	Linguistics	1
Brawl	2	Firearms	1	Occult	1
Dodge	3	Melee	3	Rune-Lore	3
Expression	1	Performance	1	None	0
Intimidation	3	Sagaman	2	None	0
None	0	Stealth	2	None	0
None	0	Survival	2	None	0

Adantages:
Backgrounds:		Disciplines:		Virtues:
Generation	1	Protean	4	Conviction	2
Resources	2	Animalism	1	Self-Control	2
Retainer‡	2	None	0	Courage	5

‡(Giant Ghouled Eagle Stats Str 3, Dex 3, Sta 3 Wp 3, health Ok, -1,-1, -2,-5. Attack Claw 3 dice, Bite Desperation 1. Alertness 3, Athleticsv 2 Brawl 1, Dodge 3, Intimidation 4.. Potence 1 As per Bestiary with 1 point added to Str and Claw Attack due to increased size from 5 decades of ghouldom.)
(Giant Ghouled wolf As per Besitary in VtM.. With plus 1 to Str and Potence 1 due to 2 decade of ghouldom)

Path: Via Einheriar Ethic/Path Rating: 5
Willpower: 8
Blood Pool:

Other Traits:
One Eye (2pt flaw)
Huge Size (4pt Merit)

Animal Flaws:
A wolf pelt growing from his shoulders His remaining Eye is that of an Eagle His Hands have small retractable claws, half an inch long and incapable of damage, they also have snake scales on their back. He has Venom, and the Pitted face of a viper. A blaze of red fur covers his chest. He has several Animal Traits, a Wolfs attitude toward athority, a Birds head movements, Sniffing the air constantly His voice is low and Grumbling like a bears. (His MAx App is 4 and MAx cha is 4 due to features)

History (Pre-Embrace):
Born in 1905, 1st son to a newly wed couple in the Far reaches of Iceland. His parents were decended from those who had held the old ways in secret after the Rise of the Christ-god. Their heritage was rich in Norse blood and history and he was raised on Stories of Vikings and Gods... Odin, Thor, Freyr.. He was Taught the rules of Fate and the Norns in his crib and the worship of the Old gods when he came of age.. Like his Father and his before him, so on through the lines of Succession..Back to the Days when his family was a line of Jarls before the rise of Christianity. And like his fore Fathers he too struggled against the land... Eeking out a meger living from the Cold earth. His brothers and Sisters came after him.. His Father Died one winter.. His aging body giving out in a snow storm. His widowed mother lived in the house but Thorliev inherited.. One night in the Depths of winter in 1927 he traveled too far a field... The LAst thing he remembers was Extreme PAIN!!! Blackness and agony.. Then the Blood.

History (Post-Embrace):
He awoke that night under the snow... Deep in the 10 foot drift and Starving... He clawed his way to the surface and feasted on a passing stranger he caught. After several weeks of hunting animals and the occasional passer through in the small hamlet where he had dwelt his Sire came for him. And told him the Legends were true.. He was Odins blood. An Einherjar. He passed on his legacy... he is Childe of Ulfgar Bonecrusher, Viking and Warrior, Sagaman and Runecaster born in 1637 to the night, Himself Childe of Sigmund the Skald, Blessed with the Second Sight Born to the Night in 1298, himself Childe of Ulfe the Bloody, the last of the True Viking blood in the North, Himself Childe of Volund Wolfripper, A great Warrior who Met final Death in glorious Battle with the Fenrir born to the Night in 1106, himself Childe of Frodi, Seer and Oracle of Odin, Friend of the Fenrir after a Great battle with a Traitor of their Kind... Born to the Night in 441 BC, Himself Childe of Haggaar the Mad cursed with Insanity by the Norns for failing to avenge his Sires death born to the Night in 1793 BC himself childe of Brand Thunderfist, The first of Viking blood to be born to his line and most definatly of the blessed souls in Valhalla... Waiting for the Final Battle, Born to the Night in 3241 BC Himself Childe of Volkov, Warrior in the Jyhad against Ravana, Born to the Night in times before times, Herself Childe of Ennoia. The founder of our line. He learned the Old ways of the Einherjar. His Sire taught his 1st among all things that the old ways when the warriors of Odin hunted and lived openly among men were over. That man had risen against us. There fore a council of Odins brood ensured the survival of our kind until the day of battle by hiding us in the mists of legend.. By confusing those who would strike at Odins brood with secrecy and hiding. He at 1st thought the Idea unworthy of a warrior but when reminded that it is a great loss of honor to lets ones own foolishness cost others their Unlives and that they must live until the last battle to be of Aid to Odin he understood and is now a great defender of the Masq... Even to the Point of hiding the marks of his Berzerker Rages... And even more he hunts in the Shadows... Stealing and reaving in secrecy. And Leaving his prey alive... Often confused and overwhelmed but alive. His sire was Dismayed at the lack of practice he had with the Weapons of his Fore Fathers and took great pains to Remedy that. Thorliev proved an adept pupil and soon rivaled his sire... Almost... Before his sire left he gave him a rune covered battle Ax made in the old way by his Sires own hand. Also a shield of Steel and wood that Thorliev has since decorated with Runes depicting his own unlife. He lived in the Old ways... Hunting, and Viking..Early on learning the Secrets that his Sire had told him of. The beast in his blood called out to his new form. His sire had taught him it's expression in the eyes... to make hunting so much easier at night... The claws of the beast he had found first at the end of one of his Rages.. Extended and bloody. the shredded deer at his feet. Several years after his sire had left him he found himself with out shelter from the coming sun ... Certain that his hunt and hunger were about to be the death of him he did not run but turned to face the Coming Sun.. A Ballad of Bravery on his lips. At the first carress of the rising dawn however he found himself sinking into the earth. At that point.. once he mastered its use he began his travels. Stealing blood and money from the Soft and unworthy. Lurking on the Edges of the herds of humanity, He rarely interacted. Like the wolf whose name he took he stalked at the fringes.. When the times came that he needed to interact.. In one way or another he always took pain to Conceal himself.. Remembering his Sires Warning about the rebelious people and how they would rise against Odins brood. Slowly as he mastered the Ways of his kind he moved south west..In 1952 he came across a wounded Eagle.. Its wing had been broken. To his suprise he found that he could speak with it Convincing it he could help he set the wing as best he could and gave it an infusion of his blood... The bone popped and snaped back in place as the healing power of his blood gave the bird new life.. It has since been a boon companion. In 1977 he arrived in Northern Canada. There he found a sole survivor of a illegal wolf hunting expedition, He convince the former alpha to join his growing "Pack" and sealed their friend ship with the blood bond. He has continued his migration and has landed most recently in the Area of the Necropolis. He lost his eye in a Battle with the Sabbat of Canada... Thankfully they had grown soft and he killed the Pack with the Aid of his two Ghouls.

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