Post by Synistergrrl on May 26, 2007 15:13:07 GMT -5
Name: Misha Rezenova
Garou Name: Devil's Smile
Breed: Homid
Auspice: Ragabash
Tribe: Silver Fang
Nature: Manipulator
Demeanor: Hedonist
Rank: 2 (Fostern)
Pack Name: Ghosts in the Machine
Description:
Marital Status: Are you kidding?
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Long and Black
Homid Height: 5'7
Homid Weight: 146
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): Ear's pierced 3 times on each, the fang and Ragabash symbols on the inside of his wrists. Pistol Tat's on his hips that look like they are sitting in his pants. A scar that rubs across the bridge of his nose that's more visible in his Crinos and lupus forms.
Birthplace: Samara, Russia
Birth date: Nov. 19, 1988
Age: 18
Years as a Garou: 6
Background:
Misha Rezenova was born in Samara, Russia to Dimitri and Tatyana, on a cold wintery night where the snow was waist deep in certain areas. He was the only one of Dimitri's children that the man actually came to watch being born. Dimitri put all his hope and faith in his one and only son, he knew that all he'd have to do is wait to see if his only heir would actually take on his true heritage. Looking at the small child in his wife's arms, he wasn't sure that he did, but he could simply only hope. But Dimitri wasn' t the fatherly kind. He instead preferred to do more for the Garou nation, his own Tribe and raise his own re known then bother with the family that waited for him for weeks on end. His wife, kinfolk to the Silver Fang's, understood and felt it an honor to be married to such a well re known Garou. But his family, they suffered, especially Misha. All his life, he was told what and who his father was, how he was expected to live up to that shadow. His sisters, all 3, were expected to marry Garou or well ranked Kinfolk of their own, but Misha, Misha was supposed to be the great warrior and arbiter as his father, the great almighty Philodox Silver Fang.
Growing up in Russia was not easy for Misha. He lived in a duel world, even though he was still at that point considered nothing more then a kinfolk. He was told the truth from the beginning. And when in school, he'd argue with the other children, telling them their god was not a real god, that they should put their trust in the earth. This cause several of the other school children to make fun of him and to keep him more of a loner. To gain some acceptance, Misha became a bit of a troublemaker, the class clown, pushing things until the teachers couldn't deal with him and would suspend him. But all that changed the night he shifted for the first time.
He was having the dreams, those nightmares and trying to just understand what was going on with him. But nothing could prepare him for the truth. His father and one of his pack was at their house eating dinner. But the night, it held a strange feeling, a darkness that made the family and the two older garou edgy. When the attack happened, Misha was upstairs in bed. He heard the crash, the growls and howls and it stirred something in him. He crept downstairs, a mere child of 12 and watched his father and his pack mate engage what Misha could only describe as monsters. But something took over when he saw his father's pack mate, a high ranking Theurge Fang fall and for the first time, Misha saw red. To this day, he does not remember what happened, but supposedly he saved this theurge's life gaining him a very strong ally within the tribe.
Dimitri was thrilled when his son changed, acting as if they were every so close and that he'd always had so much confidence in his son. What he didn't expect was that his son would be Ragabash. The moment that Misha's auspice was announced, Dimitri looked like he'd been hit. Infact, he argued with his own pack mate, the same theurge, positive that the elder had gotten it wrong. But of course he hadn't. Not much after that, Dimitri decided it would be better if Misha was sent to a different Sept to learn, one where he could get out from under his father's shadow. The real truth was that Dimitri was embarrassed by his son, expecting anything but a Ragabash. So sending him away was the one way to ensure that Misha would be out of sight, out of mind.
He was sent to the states where he would train and go through his Rite of Passage. Before he left, the elder Theurge gave him a fetish, telling Misha to not take his father's prejudice to heart, that this was simply a test for them both. When he opened the gift, Misha found himself staring at a pair of twin pistols with bone inlaid handles that were made from the very wyrm creature he'd killed the night of his first shift. These have not once left Misha's side. They are his perfect weapons.
The States were good to him, he flourished, out from under his parent's watchful eyes, the true ragabash came out. He became that class clown again, pushing buttons and trying to see just how far he could take things. Amazingly, he found it wasn't that hard to push people to fits of anger. Infarct, on more then one occasion, the young Ragabash found himself on the business end of a Ahroun's fist. But, Misha was no push over and learned to be a scrapper, finding that even in his smaller size, he could take them on and hold his own, winning the respect of alot of the Ahroun and Galliards of his own tribe and those of others as well. It was during this time he began a knock down drag out affair with a emotional Galliard who turned out to be more into pain then the young Ragabash had been accustomed too. Things shifted for him, taking on a darker tone, a blanket of pain and pleasure that seemed to heighten the fights he got into.
The Galliard fell though, becoming the most hated thing possible. Misha felt he couldn't stand by and let that happen, so he hunted down his old flame and killed him, returning him to the mother. During which he skinned the creature, took his teeth and made a charm, one fang which he wears constantly around his neck, the rest was given to his new pack alpha, a young Glass Walker Theurge to do with as she liked. He's gotten himself a bit of a reputation among the garou in the city for hunting down and killing this Black Spiral. This lone little Russian Ragabash had become somewhat notorious, but still, he's yet to earn his father's respect. Until that day comes, Misha finds himself pushing on, looking for the respect and awe from those cold blue eyes.
Fetishes:
2 Kimber Custom 1911 .45's with inlaid carved bone handles